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Malia Tate danced in a corner by herself, a silver flask that was filled up with the substance of alcohol, the scent of vodka radiating from the flask was held into her hands.
Scott walked around, his eyes then noticing Malia, which surprised him that she'd be here, him then walking up to her.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asks curiously.
Malia blankly stares at Scott, her obviously answering. "Dancing."
"I can see that." Scott awkwardly says.
Malia hums. "Great."
Scott then sighs out. "Malia, we have to stay together, all of us–––you, Isaac, Iva, me-."
"I don't want to talk, i just want to dance." Malia interjects.
"Malia, what we did-." Scott tries to say.
"Peter says, you did it to protect me, and he thinks that you all made the right choice, what does that tell you?" Malia questions.
"Makes me wonder what he wants..." Scott suspiciously mumbles.
Malia sighs out. "I understand, okay? I know why you guys did it, but, i didn't expect my-." Malia was saying, her then exhaling deeply with a smile. "I really don't want to talk."
Malia stumbled forward, almost falling on him, Scott staring at her alarmed. "Woah! Are you drunk?" Scott gently moved her backwards.
Malia giggles, leaning forward. "Yup!"
Scott frowns. "Um, Malia? You can't exactly get drunk, none of us can."
Malia groggily looks at him, her feeling completely miserable. "I don't feel so good..."
"Hey, Malia? Just stay on your feet, okay?" Scott asks, getting a terrible feeling.
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"Want me to talk to her?" Ivanna walks after her brother, following every move he made, her looking at Malia, who seemed miserable as she talked with Scott.
"No, i don't need you to." Isaac simply says.
Ivanna had a hopeful look in her eyes. "Well–––are you going to?"
"I don't want to talk, all i really wanna do is–––." Isaac says showing her a bottle of whiskey. "This."
"And, i don't care if i can't get drunk, doesn't really matter anyways." Isaac finished, a numb look on his face.
Isaac drowned a couple of the substance, sliding down his throat, him ignoring the burning sensation that pressed on his throat.
Isaac stumbled lightly, almost falling over, Ivanna's hand latching on his shoulder, trying to refrain him from falling.
Isaac pushed her away, Ivanna being attacked by Isaac's anger. "I'm fine!"
Ivanna stumbling backwards, eyes staring at him in shock, clearly alarmed.
Isaac sighs out, a look of guilt in his eyes, noticing the hurtful look in her eyes. "Anna, sorry." Isaac then sourly grumbles. "Ju-just leave me alone." Isaac then walks away with an emotionless look.
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A nervous eleven year old Ivanna Lahey slowly walks into the Lahey's living room, her rubbing her sweating palms together anxious, dark brown eyes staring at her father, who seemed drunk as usual.
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DREAM COME TRUE, STILES STILINSKI
Fanfictionever since camden lahey, the oldest lahey sibling, had died, ivanna and isaac lahey had become victims to their father's abuse, but stuck with each other no matter what. even becoming werewolves together. the only ones ivanna kept close to her was h...
