chapter seven, order of restraint

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melissa mccall stormed inside the sheriff's station, her going straight towards her son in an angered huff, scott mccall gulping nervously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, her stopping in front of him.

"it's not just the restraining order, it isn't because of this, but, however! this is a new low..." melissa sighs out. "it's the bizarre late nights out, having to beg mr. harris to make up that chemistry test that you missed."

scott's eyes widened in surprise, him whispering in genuine confusion. "..there was a chemistry test?"

melissa scoffs in disbelief, her brows twisting in confusion, finding this conversation awfully familiar, but, it was clearly different with aviva, she fought with some girl but scott kidnapped someone, melissa sighs out tiredly, thinking her children was slowly slipping from her fingers, her knowing it has something to do with her ex-husband.

oh, how she hoped that neither would have the desire to live with him.

mostly scott.

when aviva was fifteen and scott was ten and scott had lived with his father for the time being as per rules of the divorce, aviva stayed with her, no matter how much raphael tried to convince, aviva stubbornly and loyally stayed.

melissa's eye twitched in frustration. "really, scott? really?"

"i'm grounding you, i have to ground you." melissa sternly says.

"what about work?" scott quietly asks.

"fine, other than work, and no t.v." melissa sighs out.

"my t.v's broken." scott shrugs.

"no computer."

"I need it for school."

"then, uh..." melissa trailed off, trying to come with a punishment, and that's when she saw stiles coming out from a room. "no stiles."

stiles frowns, walking towards them. "what? no stiles?"

melissa raised her voice, shutting her eyes. "no stiles!"

the stilinski yelped, throwing his self against a wall.

"and, no more car privileges, give me the keys." melissa demands.

scott hesitantly reached into his pants pocket, frustrating melissa even more. "oh, for the love of god!"

the keys jingled in scott's hands, him placing it her hands, placing his hand over hers with a sad expression.

"mom? do you want-." scott was saying, but she didn't look at him, her looking at her hands, while shaking her head.

"and, don't you even try to get your sister to loan you her car." melissa warns.

"mom." scott sighs out.

"what's wrong with you? is this because of allison? your father?" melissa tiredly looks at him.

melissa noticed his silence, sighs out sadly. "it is, isn't it?"

"oh, god, you're just as much as a troublemaker as your sister back when she was fifteen, b-but that was different, i..." melissa weakly trails off. "i'll get the car." her then walking off.

scott's heart broke for his mother, him then throwing his back on a wall, a look of guilt in his eyes.

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a fourteen year old aviva mccall sat on a table in another bedroom, her palms pressed on the wood on either sides of her, her legs dangling from the table, her ankles were adorned with silver anklets which slightly curved around her ankles, a pair of light blue vans covering her feet.

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