Familiar Stranger

Chapter 8

Authors note: The last episode of teen wolf totally threw me off and seriously had me in tears, so I think it's easy to say that I am going to have to tie this into the story we have going. Plus, since I didn't give you all a little hint to the mystery, or one of the mysteries, behind Eva and her past, I'm giving you a ton this chapter. Hope you guys all love it!

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Life before My guardian Wolf came into it was a hell of an existence. Yes, my life seemed normal to those on the outside, who saw me only at school or my occasional trip to the mall when my sister was visiting. Maybe they saw the fake smile I put on for her enjoyment or maybe they spotted my mom and I sitting in one of the restaurants around Beacon hills. Maybe, before my father ended up with life in Prison, they saw me and the rest of my family out and about around Blackwater, Arizona where we lived before we moved to Beacon Hills. They didn't see what went on in our home, though, they didn't see what happened outside of when they saw me at school or out in public with the few friends that I had. My sister and I were known as the rarely there sisters, because we were hardly ever at school, we traveled a lot.

My father's business had him and sometimes all of us, traveling all over the world. We had many vacations before I was old enough to choose to stay home on my own, or when I could talk Madeline into letting me stay home with her when she was old enough to watch over me. Mostly he took all of us when he could, something about being away from his girls, having them unprotected didn't bode well with him. So Mads, myself, and my mother, we were all dragged along on various vacations. My father would disappear for a good majority of the day and my mother would attempt to keep us busy, I thought it was more to try and distract my sister and I from the fact that my dad was MIA most of the time.

I hated traveling, so when I was finally sixteen and able to stay home on my own, I did. That was also around the time I started dating Bryce, while everyone was away, I would have him come over. This went on for a while. I thought I really liked him, I thought he really liked me too, but he pushed too hard for me to do things that I didn't want to do. So I broke things off with him. For a while I thought things were ok. Then he started calling me and texting me, even writing me, begging me to please take him back. When I refused and even started to ignore him, he pushed harder. He started showing up at my house, following me to and from school. He got mean after a few months, threatening me, my family, the life of the people I loved. He showed up to my house one night, looking wild and crazy. He tried to attack me, the cops took him away. He wasn't in jail for long, when he got out things were quiet, until the day my father was found with Bryce's blood covering him. I still remember the look in his eyes as he stood in the kitchen. Dripping with the metallic smelling substance. The way he had killed Bryce would stick with me forever. My father told us in detail what he did. How he followed Bryce one night, trailing him as he wandered into the woods. He told us how he cut the boy open and watched him bleed to death, he stood right there as Bryce screamed and pleaded for his life. Silent, just watching him suffer. My father had always had a quick temper, it was easily offset when things didn't turn out how he wanted. He had prided himself in his perfect life and perfect family. He saw Bryce as a blemish, so he took care of him. Just as he had when my sister had come home with her eyebrow pierced. He had ripped the piercing out right then and there in the middle of the kitchen. Even though my sister screamed and cried, my mom didn't do a thing and my dad didn't even flinch. He smiled, actually. Muttering the words "Much better." I think the place he's in now suits him better than living on the outside with civilized people.

I took note of the mistakes my mom or Mads made, so that I didn't make them myself. My dad thought of me as his perfect daughter, because I didn't do anything wrong. Or at least I tried not to, I had only done wrong with dating Bryce, or so he saw it. He blamed me for what he had to do. He told me that with each and every letter he wrote me and each phone call he made to the house. Those phone calls came twice a day, once when I was at school to talk to my mother and the other when I was the only one who was home, after school, at about eight every night.

With my dad going to prison, I thought that maybe the hell that my life was would change, but things seemed to be the same. He still managed to make my life hell, he still managed to make my cry myself to sleep. My mom was never there, she was always working, or traveling, so it was me all alone. Knowing that after we moved, Isaac was there, watching me, that in a way made things better. It made me feel as if someone had really been there and I hadn't been so alone. Maybe that's why I got so attached to him so quickly, because he was there through the hardest time of my life even if I didn't realize it.

Even though I knew that Isaac was holding something back from me, I still thought the world of him. When I looked at him I saw so many things. He was strong, confident, caring, sweet, loving, and passionate. Most of all he was my hero, my savior. He rescued me from the dark and dreary life that I had lived. He came running head first into my life, dropped right into it and scooped me up like the damsel in distress that I was. He rescued me from hell and, even though at times the life that I had lived for the past week seemed like hell, he brought me to heaven, or at least damn close to it. When I was with him I was with him I was happy and I hadn't been happy for so long I forgot how nice it was. He brought my smile back to my face, he is my happiness in so many ways more than one. It had only been a week since we had really officially met, since I had begun to know him and since he had begun to know me more than he had found out from his long time watching me. Only a week and yet I already knew I cared for him deeply.

I had never believed that it was possible to love someone in such a short amount of time, I never even thought I would know what love was or how it felt. I can't even say if I do love him, but the way he makes me feel, I'd like to think that I could easily describe that as love. He causes my heart to race with just a flash of his sweet shy smile, makes me weak in the knees with a simple touch, every time he looks at me my stomach starts fluttering with what feels like a million butterflies. If I ever had to guess I would say that this is what love feels like, I can't imagine feeling any more amazing than I do with him. So I think, it's safe to say, that maybe I do love him.