Scary people

Homework

Allison was upstairs, in her bedroom, starting to do her homework when she realized that she could not do it all by herself. Actually she could not do it at all. She then went downstairs to try to convince Lydia to help her.

"Mom...I mean aunt Lydia..."

"Mom is better."

They smiled at each other.

"I totally can't do this by myself." Allison showed her homework

"Did you at least try?"

"I did. I really did. Don't you believe me?"

"Of course I do. It's just that I can't keep helping you all the time."

"I know, but it would be much easier if I wasn't fast-growing. I hate to be like that. I wish I wasn't born or just born into another family. I wish I was your daughter."

"Ah, sweetie. Don't say that." Lydia said as she passed her hand through Allison's head. "You are already my daughter. It's just that you're special. The prettiest, smartest and funniest daughter. For me, uncle Parrish..."

"Stiles and Malia."

"That's right. Sweetie, I know you miss them. You can't hide this from myself... neither from you."

"I know, but it's difficult to have parents that hurt you... even when you beg them to stop." Allison said as she looked down.

"That's not their fault. They were just trying to help you. If you hear the whole story, I know you will understand why they did that."Lydia said as she grabbed Allison's shoulders.

"Sure. I'll understand why they let me bleeding for death while they could have helped me."

"I have an idea. Don't you need help with your math homework?"

"Yes... why?"

"Because you can ask Peter for help."

"Are you crazy? Do you actually thing that I'm going there and ask Peter for help?"Allison said as she got Lydia's hands off of her shoulders.

"I don't think. I know that you are."

"Well, I'm not."

"You need to, Allison. Besides he's your brother and he misses you."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I talked to him."

"When?" Allison asked, shocked.

"It doesn't matter. He misses you and I'm sure he's already done with his homework."

"Are you really sure?" Allison asked, still in doubt.

"I am."

"Okay, I'll go there and ask him for help." Allison said, a little bit disappointed.

"Good. I know you made the right choice." Lydia said as she hugged Allison.

"I'll drive you there."

"Thanks, but I want to walk. If I really need to solve this, let me handle it myself."

While Allison walked, she observed a lot of families. They were all happy, laughing. They were all composed by parents with at least 30 years old. She started then to reflect, reflect about her life, about her family. She had teenage parents. That's a big deal. How could they take care of two supernatural, fast-growing kids that just made their lives worse? That was tuff. Allison could see that now, and she regretted some things that she said. But still she needed some answers, some explanations. And she would get them now.

Allison arrived and started to talk to herself before knocking or doing something else.

"Am I really doing this? Is this really necessary?"

While she talked to herself, Malia started to hear her.

"Stiles!" Malia said shaking him up.

"What?"

"I think Allison is outside."

"WHAT?! Outside like on the other side of the door?"

"Yes, dumbass!"

"I'll open the door then."

"No, let's just wait a little bit more. I want to hear what she has to say."

"Okay then." Stiles said coming back to the sofa, a little bit disappointed.

"I need to. Their my family. They deserve to have me back."

"I think she's coming back!"

"Really?!"

"Yeah, she said that we deserve that."

"Thank God. I missed her so much!"

Allison kept talking until Peter started to hear her too, so he went downstairs and...

"NO, Peter!"

...he opened the door. Allison was caught in surprise. They starred at each other and didn't say a word until Peter decided that it was time to break the silence.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"I just thought that you could help me with math homework. I mean it was aunt Lydia's idea, anyways."

"Okay, sure I can help you. Come in!"

Allison entered the house and all eyes were immediately on her.

"I think we might have one more business to take care of, don't we?" Peter said.

"We do...but can't we get rid of the math stuff first? I hate math. It's pointless."

Malia remembered her words when Allison said that. She was exactly like her.

"Sure. The best stays for last." Peter answered really confident about his sister coming back to them.

They got upstairs but didn't go right to the homework. Peter went to Allison hugged her.

"I missed you." Allison hugged him back.

"I missed you too."

Some tears went down from both faces. After recovering themselves, they got to the math stuff. It took much longer than expected. Allison couldn't seem to get it. It was too complicated for her...and also useless. When they finished, they got downstairs and all four stood up in front of one another and starred at each other.

Malia and Stiles couldn't get their eyes off Allison while she kept looking around, trying to distract herself.

Allison ran and hugged both of her parents.

"I'm sorry I did all of that to you." She cried

"Sweetie! I'm sure you didn't mean to." They crashed down. They were on the floor, on their knees, hugging one another and crying...a lot.

"I missed you!"

"I know. I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry dad."

After a couple of minutes, Peter joined them. He was the only one who could stop crying. That was the longest, the best hug they had ever have. They finally had her back. And they wouldn't let her go. Not by their hands.