•~BOOK ONE•~
Mackinzy McCall is a few months younger than her brother Scott McCall. Agent Rafe McCall was a very heavy drinker. One night at a club he had hooked up with a women and gotten her pregnant. His four month pregnant wife, Melissa wasn't v...
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Chapter Seventeen
Mac's POV
"Wait, baby." Melissa said walking toward Scott. Matt took the gun off of me and pointed it at her.
"Back, back!" Matt yelled. I wanted to try to persuade Melissa to stop trying to walk toward Scott, but I couldn't. My voice was stuck in my throat. I just stood there, frozen. Why was this happening to us? What did we do to deserve this? We just wanted to save people. We just wanted people to stop dying.
"Shut shut shut up! Everybody shut the hell up! Now, get up, or I shoot her next!" Matt yelled bringing me out of my thoughts. I took a deep breath. I went and helped Scott up.
"Are you okay?" I whispered to Scott as we walked back toward the cells. Matt made Melissa walk in front of us. He had a gun pointed at her. We didn't try anything, knowing that Jackson was here somewhere.
"Yeah, I can feel myself healing around the bullet. I'm fine, I promise." Scott said squeezing my hand.
"Scott, I think he's going to kill me." I whispered to him, tears filling my eyes again.
"Why?" He asked looking at Matt then back at me.
"Because, I'm already on his list." I replied looking down, trying to hold myself together. We watched as Matt took keys off of a dead deputy and opened a cell. He pushed a distraught Melissa in and locked the door.
"Please, he needs to see a doctor." Melissa pleaded. I felt so bad for her. She thinks her son is bleeding out and can't do anything about it.
"You think so?" Matt whispered.
"Hey, hey, you listen to me!" Stilinski said, still handcuffed to the wall.
"It's alright. I'm okay." Scott said, trying to calm down the hyped up parents.
"No, honey, you're not okay." Melissa responded to her son. I just stood there with Scott was still had his hand over the place he was shot.
"It doesn't hurt, mom." He told her.
"Cause that's the adrenaline, okay? Please, let me let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding." Melissa begged Matt. I just looked away when her pleading eyes locked with mine.
"They have no idea, do they?" Matt asked in disbelief. Obviously, dumbass. If they are freaking out over this like they are, they don't know.
"Please. Let me just take a quick look." Melissa begged again.
"I, shut shut shut shut up! If you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head." Matt yelled at Melissa. I gripped Scott's arm. I'm not gonna let him keep hurting everyone. I have to do something.
"Back to the front, McCalls." Matt said to Scott and I. "After you." I grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him out the room. He wasn't gonna leave with him mom looking at him like that. When we were out of there site, Scott removed his hand and walked slightly normal. We were led to the Sheriff's office where Jackson, Stiles, and Derek were.
