R.I.P. To My Youth

3

"Do you have anywhere you can stay tonight?" Parrish asked me as I sat in the kitchen.

I had decided to order take out before it was too late. Luckily it was still open. I almost ignored what he had said as I ate the fried rice and vegetables. Craving this was an understatement, but I was way too hungry to take my time and find a better word. I guess the only positive out of this night was this food considering it was delicious and healthier than what I could have been eating tonight. God, I must have been starving.

"My brother and I moved here to get closer to family but my aunt and uncle are still on vacation in Spain. They are supposed to be back sometime next week but for now that's all the family I have." I said before taking another bite of my food.

"What about a friend?" He asked again.

"I don't really have any. Can't I just stay here?" I asked.

"Well, you're only 17. Until you turn 18 you can't legally be by yourself in this type of situation."

"And what type of situation is this? Huh? It's been over an hour and no one has told me where my brother is or if he is even ok!" I twirled my fork around the vegetables realizing how frustrated I was. All I wanted was to see my brother.

"We haven't heard back from the sheriff since he left. Once everything is ok I can explain what is going on. I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you but I barely know what's been happening out there." He said now pulling up a chair and sitting down next to me at the island.

I sighed and looked over to him, "where am I going to stay?"

"You can stay with me." I looked up to see the sheriff walked in. "I have son you're age that goes to Beacon Hills. I'd rather you stay at a house rather than the bench at the police station."

"Is that ok?" Parrish said looking at the sheriff and then at me.

"If it's ok with her." He said.

I nodded hoping that it wouldn't be weird to stay in the house of the boy we had just been talking about at lunch today. Serena and Eliana would be drooling all over this story if I tell them.

"Why don't you go and pack a bag and we can go." I nodded and left my food in the counter where I knew Parrish was eating some.

I quickly packed a bag filled with clothes, makeup, a face wash and any other essential necessities. I zipped up the bag and walked down the hall passing by the master bedroom. The house was still put together just as we had left it when I was younger. This house was going to be our second home for when we visited, but we only used it once.

I pushed the door open seeing my mothers jewelry box was open. It had been so long ago since the last time she worn these. I wonder why she never sold the house. We never used it. It was pointless until now.

I shut the door behind me and walked downstairs. The police were leaving and Parrish and, I think it was Sheriff Stilinski, were now standing in the front hallway.

"Ready?" He asked as I stepped down into the front hallway.

"Yeah." I nodded as we walked out of my house.

I watched as Parrish shut the door behind us. All the cop cars were now gone except for one. I watched as an old blue Jeep pulled up to the sidewalk as we locked the gate behind us. Lydia was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Sheriff?" Lydia asked after rolling the window down.

"Lydia? What are you doing here? Is everything ok?" He asked walking up to the car. "Stiles, what the hell is going on?".