Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟒

              I BARELY GLANCED DOWN at my phone when it rang knowing exactly who it was and exactly what they wanted.

It would go to voicemail soon enough but he wouldn't stop calling. He wouldn't get the picture. He'd give it another five minutes before he called again.. and again.. and again.

I knew the only reason his father and the whole of Beacon County Sheriff's Department weren't out looking for me was because I'd already been in touch with the Sheriff to let him know I was alive and well. That I needed time and that his son had made a colossal mistake... again.

I wanted to say I couldn't believe him after everything we had been through. How we had promised no more secrets between us. I thought he'd keep his promise like I kept mine. It was the whole point in us baring the darkest parts of our souls to one another that night on his bedroom floor. So we wouldn't reach that point again. He had the audacity to promise me we would be fine the night I returned home from Mexico and then he went on to promise me no more lies and now look where we were...

I had a sister. A fucking sister and he knew about it. He knew and he didn't tell me.

But this one wasnt solely on Stiles. No. This was on all our friends. Scott, Kira and Lydia especially. She had been the one to unlock the deadpool after all. The whole situation infuriated me. It pushed me to the very edge and made me see red. The audacity of it all... I kept circling the same thoughts. What gave them the right to decide to keep something of this magnitude from me? How dare they look at that list, realise Malia and I were sisters and make the decision between them to not tell me. To not tell her?

The whole situation made me tremble with anger. It had been three days and I still couldn't do anything for that unbelievable anger.

The day I walked out of the vault I hadn't had a clue on where to go. I just walked until my feet stopped and I found myself staring up at my parent's house, a new and unfamiliar car parked outside of it. I unlocked the door and walked into the kitchen to find a set of car keys on the island and a note that just said 'enjoy'.

The car my biological father had bought me? Well, it was none other than a sleek black Camero, almost identical to the one I'd smashed into a tree all those months ago.

Peter was still paying the utility bills and the mortgage so everything still worked and I had enough cash on me to keep myself fed with take out. I hated being alone in such a big house though. I was constantly on high alert and I barely slept. I'd spent the last three nights tossing and turning and I hated the reasoning for it. I'd gotten so used to sleeping beside Stiles, so reliant on having him there to make me feel safe, that without him I couldn't sleep.

That notion alone made me want to drive my head through the wall.

I hid out in my house for a few days trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had an actual sister. Malia was a few months younger than me but I still didn't understand. I thought that what my mother and Peter had between them was some kind of forbidden love. Maybe it wasnt. Or maybe my mother had rejected Peter... perhaps told him he wasnt the father of her child and his way of coming to terms with it was to sleep with another woman?

I doubted I'd ever find out. I'd been blowing up his phone and didn't get a single text or call in response. He jumped up to joint first with Stiles on my shit list pretty damn quick. I knew that when I did see him next I'd probably kill him for ignoring me.

The second night I spent three hours on the phone to Ethan talking him through it and everything that had happened since he'd left. I hadn't spoken to him in a long while, not since after Mexico, so it took a lot of catching up but once I'd got there he was equally as shocked as I had been. He did however shock me when he implored me to hear Stiles out but then I remembered he was the polar opposite of his brother when it came to these things. It was the gay in him. He was much more understanding and insightful.