An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 66 - Rage

"Have you heard from Brook?"

Stiles found Scott in the hallway on his way to lunch.

"No," Scott shook his head. "But I got the necklace."

"That's awesome! So you took my advice and stole it?"

"As much as I regret saying this, yes I did," the thinner teen felt as if he were taking a walk of shame as they sat down at an empty table.

"You know you're really not stealing it," Stiles dove into the chicken fingers then came up with a mouthful of breading and meat. "You're simply borrowing it."

"Sure," Scott wasn't paying much attention to the chicken finger fiend as he watched Allison and Lydia talking several tables away.

"So where is it?" Stiles shoveled another strip in his mouth reminding Scott of a chipmunk stuffing its cheeks for winter.

"A safe place," he mumbled and noticed Jackson watching them from across the room. The blonde said nothing as his eyes pierced into Scott's.

Game night…

The two simple words repeated over in the teen's mind.

"Ignore him," Stiles smacked Scott's arm. "Besides we need to find out where Brooklyn and Derek are."

Jackson stayed seated and watched Scott squirm in his seat. He lifted the apple to his lips and took a long slow deep bite. The grinding of bone on fruit was like nails on a chalkboard for Scott's hypersensitive hearing.

"Well I'm gonna try to get a hold of Brook," Stiles stood and left the cafeteria.

"Come on answer the phone," the other end rang and rang until it reached her voicemail.

"Damn it," he hung up while tapping his foot on the floor. The day was halfway over but the end couldn't come fast enough. The bell rang heralding the end of lunch and Stiles picked himself up back to class.

Brooklyn walked the edge of the property, attempting to make sense of what had happened. Derek had sided with Peter! The one who killed all of those people! The one who killed Laura, his own sister!

She sat on the flat smooth rock, hugging her knees against her chest. Emotions ranged from hurt to betrayal before coming to rest on anger as she closed her eyes and fought back the tears.

Why are you siding with him? He's a psychotic murderer!

Brook you don't understand…..

Understand what Derek? The total bullshit of a story? You held me against my will letting him sink his nails into me!

I know…..

No you don't! We have been through so much….so much together since I arrived here!

He's family…..

And your point being what? He killed his own family! Did you forget what he did to Laura? Or how about what he did to me? To you?

No…..

Then why are you on his side?

She forced a deep slow breath from her lips as she felt the pan stabbing at her stomach and side. This was the third time the same pain had visited her but Brooklyn wrote it off as being stress from everything that had been slamming into her like a Mack truck.

"Brook," Derek hurried up the path but stopped when he saw the cold glint in her eye.

"Shouldn't you be with Uncle Psycho?" She looked back over the ridge.