Gaining Control || Isaac Lahey

Vacation - Thirty - Six

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The roaring of Stiles engine came to a halt. Stepping outside the Jeep, the salty breeze flowed through my brown locks as I took in my surroundings.

The glamorous Martin Beach house stared me down. The whole car ride down was my gut filling with toxin, only that toxin being something called guilt. I knew it was because we were just abandoning Beacon Hills when it is in danger, but when I convinced Scott yesterday everything would be fine, I was really convincing myself.

Walking into the enormous, grand beach house, I immediately felt my worries drift away, taken aback by the views that could be seen from the back porch and the multiple beach themed rooms. 

Dragging my over-packed bright blue suitcase into one of the many bedrooms I collapsed immediately on the Queen sized bed. Comfort flooded through my body. How does Lydia literally have everything compared to me?

Pushing my thoughts aside I opened up my mammoth suit case. A light knock sounded through the spacious room. Turning my head softly, Allison's thought consumed face stood before me.

"Come on in," I greeted and gestured for her to join me. She shyly walked in and sat on the large end table at the end of the bed, "What's on your mind?"

"How did you know?"

"Well you looked kind of out of it when you faintly knocked on my door, so something is obviously bothering you. Plus I can sense it." She bursted into a laugh.

"Sense it, seriously!?"

I chuckled back at her before sticking my chest out proudly, "It's a best friend sense, a rare one as well. Only the best of the best get this wonderful gift."

She grabbed a pillow off my bed and slapped my face with it, "Hey, that is no way to treat your best friend with amazing sense skills." This time we both burst out laughing.

Allison's face then fell again, "Want to take a walk, and talk about it?" I suggested

"Yes, please!" 

Walking down to the beach front, the water was roaring and the wind was blissful. Allison stared down at the soft sand as we slowed down our pace to face each other. "So what's going on?"

She took a deep sigh, "It's about Scott,"

"Figured, what about Scott?"

Allison turned and started walking along the beach with me following her, "I'm still in love with him,"

This time I let out an exaggerated gasp, "OH I had nooo idea." I sarcastically stated and she slapped my arm playfully.

"Can you be serious please,"

"Okay, sorry, but what's so bad about being in love with him anyway?" 

"We broke up because of me, because I went rogue after my grandfather practically brainwashed me and I went out of my mind trying to kill my friends. Not to mention my Mother killed herself because she was bit by a werewolf. I-I just don't know if getting back together with him would be a good thing or not." She shrugged and faced me, her brown eyes sorrowful.

I grabbed both of her hands, "In all honesty Allison, you love Scott and he still loves you, its inevitable for you to be together. Who cares what the hell happened in the past because it's in the past. You need to move forward push it behind you, and think of your happiness. Does being with Scott make you happy?"

She stopped and a small glance of her past relationship shined through her face, and a bright smile appeared, "Yes, it does."

"Then what the heck are you waiting for? You need to tell him how you feel. Tell him you want to put everything that has happened behind you and focus on you guys enjoying each others company. We don't know what the future has in stall for us, who knows how long we have left, so love him, be there for him, and be together for as long as that time lasts." All the worry and sadness has vanished from Allison's face.