Some things are better kept as secrets- such as the fact that Isaac's father abuses him, his best friends are werewolves, and that Phoebe Tonsla, Isaac's long-time crush, has a rather strange infatuation with a very particular box.
【Completed July 8...
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October 20
11:07 P.M.
Beacon Hills Sheriff's Station
The sheriff walked into the station that night, carrying his heavy heart with him. Though most of the officers had returned earlier in the night after the transporting of the bodies and the collecting of evidence, Sheriff and a few others were forced to stay back for an hour longer.
His eyes searched around the room, noticing the abundance of frowning faces, but none of them belonging to the teenagers and Derek. It'd seemed they'd all gone home as he instructed them to.
He took his hat from his head and ran his hands over his face, running on 3 hours of sleep and lots of emotions. He only wanted to get the official report done on what they had found so far and go home, where he'd be allowed to sulk alone.
Walking past and ignoring anyone that tried to greet him or cheer him up, the Sheriff walked straight into his office, flicking the light on and walking over to his desk. It was then that he noticed Isaac, Scott, Stiles, Derek, and Lydia, rubbing at their tired eyes and yawning. The slam of the door must have waken them up, but why were they there in the first place?
"Guys." Sheriff sighed in exasperation, "Go home, please. You have school tomorrow."
"I think you know none of us are going to school." Stiles bites his lip, "Not after this."
Sheriff merely rubbed at his temple, starting up his laptop and beginning to type the report. The room went silent for a minute before the tension got entirely too thick, and finally, someone spoke up. Not Isaac, though. His voice was lost in the hours he spent crying and panicking over the incident.
Isaac was numb.
"Sheriff, what happened." Derek muttered, looking up sadly. "The truth."
Sheriff began rapping his fingers against the keyboard nervously. "The call was from a driver who said they'd almost run into a body on Weaton Avenue in Devenford. We immediately sent out two officers to go investigate, and when they did, they found more than they bargained for."
He took a deep breath and shut his eyes before he continued, "The body was Phoebe. She had been stabbed and passed out on the side of the road, and the person thought she was dead, and honestly, she wasn't very far from it at all. We took her to our hospital, and she's in critical condition right now. They're trying everything they can to save her."
Isaac gulped down the lump in his throat, a chill shooting throughout his body. Everyone else bit their lips and bowed their heads, knowing that there was nothing they could do to help her. After a few attempts, Isaac finally managed to get a few words out.
"..What else did you all find?"
The sheriff nods his head slowly, "When we went further out, we found more and more blood. It led us to a spot in the middle of the forest, where they had food, fire, and other things. It looked like they'd set up camp there."
