Two Halves // Teen Wolf

Domestic Weapons

"Mom! Mom! I'm home!"

Silence met her calls, making a frown appear.

"Mom? Are you home?"

Nyx walked around her house, calling for her mother as she looked for her. However, her search was futile. There was no one home. Her shoulders slumped, and she could feel the familiar bubble of disappointment growing in her chest. 

Giving up, she walked to her room. She noticed a note on top of her bed, the writing messy, as though the person was in a hurry when they wrote it. 

Nyx,

I got called to very important emergency meeting in Seattle. I probably won't be back for a few days, but I'll be sure to check in. There's food in the fridge and freezer, plus money in the counter and in the account. Make sure to do the laundry.

Love, Mom.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Nyx crumpled the note and threw it down on her bed, angrily. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. I will not cry. I will not cry over this shit again.

Once she was calmer, Nyx went to the bathroom and took off her makeup. Quickly, she washed her face and changed into her sleepwear. She grabbed everything she needed and walked out of her house, locking it.

She walked over to the McCall's house and let herself in.

"It's just me." She called out for her best friend's benefit, having freaked him out one too many times when she let herself in. They often joked that she was an assassin in her past life, since she never made a sound when walking. 

She walked up the stairs to his room and crashed on Scott's bed. Scott himself was in his bathroom, getting ready for bed. She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to meet his gaze.

"I'm sleeping over." She said instead.

"I can see that." Scott replied, continuing with his nightly routine. Nyx scrolled through her phone, but it wasn't enough to distract her from her dark thoughts. After a while, she sat up, facing her best friend.

"You know, I'm thinking of adopting Pongo. D'you think Deaton would let me? Would I have to pay?"

Scott thought about it for a moment. He knew what she was doing, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he found out what was bothering her.

"No. You've done more than anyone else has for Pongo. He's practically yours. Deaton's probably waiting for you to ask him if you can adopt him. He's perfect for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Deaton told me the other day that he's actually a service dog for people with high anxiety. The lady told him that he used to be her daughter's, but she moved away, leaving him. She probably didn't want him in the house anymore. You know, a reminder that she wasn't there anymore and all."

Nyx's heart broke for the dog, and she thought about how much she needed him in that moment. Pongo didn't deserve what'd happened to him. Grabbing a pillow, she hugged it to her chest.

"Mom went to a meeting in Seattle." She said after a moment. Scott turned around and looked at her. She was still smiling, as though thinking of what a great life Pongo would have with her. If Scott hadn't known her as well as he did, he would've thought she was fine, but the tense jawline and tight grip on the pillow betrayed her. He knew that her smile contained no real happiness at the moment.

"She didn't even call. She just left a note on my bed. Said she'd be back in a few days and even had the nerve of telling me to do the laundry." She spat out, a bitter laugh leaving her lips. She audibly swallowed. "I can't believe I thought it would be different this year. She didn't even wait a day."