Sadie Finstock, Beacon Hill's resident Bitch or at least that's what everyone knew her as and that's just how she liked it.
Getting abandoned by her mother after birth, Sadie and her father grew close but with an attitude like his, she easily got in...
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"Shit hits the fan" (Trigger warning: talks of self harm) ☾
Sadie's hands flicked through her notes searching for the song she had been working on. The house was finally empty, her father escaping to hangout with some friends leaving her alone.
This, this was what she needed.
Music was her release, there was no bone breaking, eye changing or supernatural ability needed. It was just herself and the music.
She let her hands take control as she started, the movements were precise becoming an elegant composition of notes and her voice slowly grew with the sound.
She remembers the day her father took her to her first piano class, she had just turned 9 and begged her dad to sign her up. Talia had requested the girl find a hobby and much to her father's annoyance she was set on music, even after her dad tried to talk her out of it. To him, the girl should've been using her talents in a more physical sport like basketball or soccer but that was the last thing she wanted and after Bobby Finstock saw her grin when she finally learnt her first song was more than enough to convince him.
From then the girl had spent all her free time taking classes and practicing.
This was where she thrived, where her mind finally quieted.
Sadie scowls at the name blaring across her phone, Stiles Stilinski, she didn't even remember giving her number to the boy let alone adding him into her phone.
"How did you get my number?" Sadie snaps against herself at the boy as she answers, not impressed with the interruption.
"Oh hi Sadie, nice to hear from you too." Stiles sassed her through the phone before huffing, "and to answer your not so nice question, Last years history project."
Right, the one subject she enjoyed and she got stuck with Stiles who sucked at it.
"Look I know you want nothing to do with any of this but I seriously need your help right now." Stiles urged panic lacing his tone.
"Stiles I'm busy and I'm not getting involved." Sadie shook her head.
"Please, look Derek is dying and I don't know how to help him and Scott's not answering his phone."
Sadie gritted her teeth, "Stiles, I'm sorry-"
"Please." The boy begged pulling at her heart strings but she stayed strong, "I'm sorry but I meant what I said. I'm sure you guys will figure it out," she sighed, "I gotta go this is the one night no one's home."
