Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

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APOV

Malia sat in the front seat of my car. She looked absolutely terrified. "Okay, mirrors adjusted?" I asked.

Malia looked at them again, she scrunched up her nose. "I think so?"

"You shouldn't see too much of your car, but they shouldn't be tilted too far away either," I reminded her. She looked again and then gave me a firm nod.

I glanced in the back. Brooke was sandwiched in between Kira and Lydia. It looked like a tight squeeze. But I knew Lydia and Kira would feel nothing more but a slight chill from being that close to Brooke.

"Hands on the wheel," Kira told her. "Ten and two." Malia grasped the wheel tightly.

"Actually the recommended position is now nine and three," Lydia corrected. "At ten and two a deployed air bag could break your thumbs."

"Mine would heal," Malia said confused.

"Save your strength!" Lydia said exasperated.

"Please don't deploy the airbags in my car," I told her. "Wait until you get your car next week."

"Nine and three," Lydia repeated. Malia moved her hands, and then she started the car. Slowly she eased off the break and we started moving.

"That's it, nice and slow, ease into it," Kira said.

"Please shut up," Malia told her. Brooke giggled. As we continued down the road, the car started drifting to the left, crossing the yellow line and continuing towards the shoulder.

"Other way," Kira squeaked from the back. "Other way!"

"We are now off the road," I said. "We are...off the road." I cringed every time we bumped over something.

"Malia other way, please!" Lydia snapped.

"What is that?" Malia asked. "What is that beeping?"

"You're about to hit that tree!" I screeched. "Turn the wheel, hit the breaks! Do not crash my car!" Malia turned the wheel just in time and steered us back onto the road.

Instead of driving straight she continued to turn the wheel, and we started driving in circles. "Okay, this is...a u-turn," Kira said.

"You said turn the wheel," Malia said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I sighed.

"Why don't you try pressing the gas a little harder," I suggested. We surged forward and I felt Lydia's hands grabbing my headrest. Malia swerved back across the line again and we all screamed.

"We're going to die!" Brooke screeched.

"Well you don't have anything to worry about then," I quipped.

"Turn up here," Lydia said.

"Where are we going?" Malia asked.

"The school, we can end with parking practice," Lydia said. "Then we can give Ava back her baby before you wreck it."

"Um, if we want to go to the school, we need to turn around," I said. "This is towards downtown."

"No," Lydia said. I heard the change in her voice and I turned to look at her. She had that look in her eye that let me know this was a banshee thing. "Keep going, we're almost there."

We stopped under an overpass. Malia and I got out and let Lydia and Kira out of the back seat. Brooke was already on her way towards the van that was stopped in the middle of the road. "Call 911," she said, turning around quickly and walking back to us. As we got closer I could tell it was a prison transport van, there was at least one body laying on the ground, maybe more.