Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

Time of Death

I walked in the Sheriffs station, waiting on my dad. I sat on the desk, thinking about the list. 40 million dollars ran through my head. It made my body shake. Nobody told me. I started to cry. What did I do to deserve this?

"Preliminary notes on firearm discharge incident. Assailant armed with sound-suppressor equipped Walther P88... Having heard the perpetrator's threat and countdown, I made visual confirmation of the barrel of the weapon pressed to the potential victim's head. Determining the danger to be imminent, I felt no other choice but to respond with the use of deadly force." My dad said to a tape recorder. I wiped my tears away and smiled at him. "Thanks for waiting. I know it's late."

"It's okay. It's not like I'm going to be going to school tomorrow anyway." I sighed.

"Unfortunately, I'm going to have to drive back to San Francisco tonight." My smiled faded. "I'll need to do a review at the field office. But I'll be back as soon as I can. I might have to miss the first game of the season."

"It's no big deal." I told him, me and my dad are now like we were back then. He's now leaving. It hurts me.

"It is to me. I'm keeping my promises this time. What I did, it was necessary. Justifiable. You know that, right?" I nodded my head.

"Have you done it before?" I told him, referring if he had killed anyone.

"Two other times. It's not easy, taking a man's life, even someone who forces you to do it." I then remembered when i killed those people.

"How do you deal with it?" I asked him another question.

"You look at it logically. Without emotion. You compartmentalize."

"How do you do that?"

"I used to do it by drinking." It took a moment to take it in. I just broke down.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed out.

"For what? You didn't do anything." My dad puts his hand on my arm.

"Yes, yes I did. I believe you didn't love me. So when you came, I thought you were just here to mess up our lives again." I blurted out.

"Juliet Carla, don't say that." He whispered to me.

"Stop, just listen. Ever since you left, I waited for 7 months for you to come back. So I gave up. I thought you never loved me. So I said that you were a dead beat dad that just left. And I'm so sorry!"

"Oh sweetie." He whispers to me again and I started to cry even more.

"I looked up to you, you know. Juliet McCall, FBI special agent. That's what I want to be."

"You can be whatever you want to be, sweetheart."

"I want to be like you. I love you dad." I ran into his arms. Once I was in his arms, I felt safe again.

I walked out the station, I saw Scott. I shook my head and I ran home. I got tons of voicemails from Stiles. I didn't budge. I got ready for work and I sat by my window sill and looked at the night sky. I rethinked everything. I heard a knock.

"Dad, I said I'm fine." I said. The door opens and I turn to see Scott. My hands turned into fist.

"It's me." He shyly said, walking in my room.

"Get out." I strictly said.

"Can I explain?" I had my breaking point. I was ready to yell.

"You lied to me! Lied to me Scott! You and Stiles!" I yelled at him. I looked at my watch and I groan. "Now in late for work." I grabbed my bag and walked past him. I made it down the stairs and he grabbed me.

"I did it to protect you!"

"To protect me!? What if I died! I told you and Stiles to tell me! I could've died, believing that I wasn't on the deadpool."

"I'm sorry." Thats all he said, Sorry. I rolled my eyes.

"Who's idea was to not tell me? You or Stiles?"

"Me. Jul, I did it to-" I lifted my hand up. I dont want to hear anymore excuses.

"Just stop. You did it for yourself. And when were you gonna tell Malia about Peter? Were you gonna tell her? You thought that we won't look at that list and pretend that everything is okay? Do you think we're stupid?"

"No! Listen, we were gonna tell you both but-"

"But what? Hm? You know what, I'm late for work. " I lost his grip and I walked out. I made to the hospital. I had my rounds and my mom told me the plan Scott had and I had to play along. Dr. Dunbar told us that Scott had died. My mom never told me this part of the plan. She went to the ground and started to scream. I stood there in shock.

"What happened to my son?" My mom cried out. Later on my mom and I went inside the morgue and Stiles was there, so was Kira, her mom and Liam. "I still hate this plan." Kiras mom showed Scotts dead body. I gagged. "I mean this is pretty significantly terrifyingly. He looks dead." I shook my head.

"Im so sorry." I said after leaving the room.