Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

Truth

Dear Juliet, I'm sorry... but I agreed with Scott so you won't get hurt again. I don't like it when you get hurt.

My head was spinning The whole Scott thing and the Deadpool was getting to me. I cant hold it in any more.

"God damn it!!!" I screamed. Once I got to Demetris house, I walked in and the boys surrounded me.

"What's wrong? Juliet?" Isaiah asked me. I brushed my hair back and turned to him. "You're crying?"

"I'm done! I'm done with Scott! With Stiles! I cant do this anymore!" I yelled. My screams echoed the empty halls from their house.

"Juliet, come and sit down. We can talk about it." Demetri said to me. Then I felt like I was having a panic attack. I couldn't breathe. "Juliet?" I began to growl. My eyes turned red and the boys started to walk towards me.

"Don't touch me! Get away!" I yelled out.

"Juliet?"

"Get away!" I roared so loud, that the windows broke.

I looked at them. I didn't feel the same. My fangs came in, my claws as well. I collapse onto the floor and I clawed the floor.

"Not the floors!" Said Isaiah how I growled at and he back off. I started to breathe heavily. I had the most painful experience ever.

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Demetris POV

Juliet was on the floor, turning into a hybrid. Honestly I didn't know what to do.

"Juliet, think about your anchor." I told her but she didn't listen. Her head dropped and I heard cracking noises from her. It was her body. Her head snapped so quick I swear a crack that can probably broke her neck. Isaiah repeatedly tapped me and pointed at Juliet.

"What the hell!" Her face turned into what looked like a wolf. She was transforming. I had an idea. I ran to the bookshelf and pushed it down and hit Juliet. "What did you do?! Did you kill her!?" Isaiah screamed. He lifted the shelf up and reviled Juliet knocked out,

"Call Scott." I told him. I picked her up and laid her down the sofa. A true Hybrid.

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Juliets POV

I felt like I was dreaming. Like what happened was fake, Scott and Stiles lied to me, my dad had gone to San Francisco. I then woke up from the sound of Scott's voice.

I turned to my left and there he was. He was sitting down, nervously bitting his nails. I glanced over the room. I was at my room. The dream was real.

"Juliet?" Scott whispered. I turned my head and he hugged me.

"Scott? What happened?" I told him.

"Isaiah called, you had an accident. You didn't control your anger and you went full hybrid." I gasped. I sat up, but Scott pushed me down to lay down. "Don't, you need to lay down." He looked at me nervously. "What were you doing there?"

"It's a long story." I told him.

"Trust me, I have time." I sighed.

"I couldn't handle it anymore. The stress, the pain, the fear i had so I decided to go to Demetris house and to rant. But when I was there, I had a panic attack and I turned into a hybrid." Scott held my hand. "Where did I go wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what did I do?" Scott sighed and I looked at him. "What did I do to deserve all of this?"

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Scott's POV

Juliet slept shortly after that. I closed the door to her room and I walked downstairs. There was a knock. I swear if it's Derek, I'll give him a peace of my mind. im still upset about him cheating on Juliet. I opened the door, it was Stiles.

"I have to tell you something." He stated as he walked in the house. I closed the door behind him and I crossed my hands.

"What?" My mom comes in from the door. My eyes widen.

"I want to tell Juliet I like her. Before it's too late." Stiles blurred out. My mom stands there in shock. Stiles then turns around and yelps.

"You want advice Stiles?" My mom asked him. He nodded his head. "I'm going to tell you that I told Scott. You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know, just write it in a poem and a letter attached to flowers, carve it in a tree, in a sidewalk with cement - tattoo on your arm." Stiles eyes widen. "No tattoo, I'm not your father." She smiles at Stiles. "Just tell her truth."

"What if she doesn't want to hear the truth?" Stiles told her as my mom walked up the stairs.

"Trust me, she'll want to."