Never Be the Same ◤Stiles Stilinski◥

29

Almost a month passed by. 

A month of normalness and calm that Melissa McCall and the whole body of Beacon Hills Hospital could only thank for.

The city was quiet, yet a lot happened in the meanwhile.

Amaryllis sighed, closing the living room curtain after standing by the window for almost half an hour, Tom leading his wife quietly to the couch, where he pulled her body into his in a loving embrace.

It's been almost a month since Emily's confrontation and a few weeks since they saw her properly. The scenes ran through the woman's head, wishing it would be different, that she would of tell Emily in another situation, one that included a calm and reasonable conversation or even none at all. One thing that would never change in Amaryllis mind was that she never wanted Emily to find out about the supernatural. She deserved a better and normal life. 

"I want to know everything"

"Em, is not that simple," Amaryllis shook her head.

"Then simplify, please"

Tom looked at his daughter and then his wife in contemplation. He wanted what was best for their family. "Mar, I think she should know," he said making their attention turn back to him.

"What?!" the woman narrowed her eyes, "No she doesn't"

"Yes, I do!" the teenager glared at her mother making Tom sigh.

"Look," he started, "She will know one way or another and I prefer it to be from us than from another person"

He was being reasonable, everyone knew it. But Amaryllis still didn't want to let go. "She doesn't need to know anything. What she needs is to study and graduate and go to college and have a normal life!"

"My life is not normal," Emily shook her head. "And it hasn't been for a long time," she paused for a moment, deciding what to say next and then she chose the hurtful one, "You'd know if you were here"

Amaryllis remembered how if affected Tom what Emily said that night. Not that it didn't affect her, it did, but she had heard those words before. She felt guilty, but it was her job and she was helping people just like Tom, but he took it in a different way.

"Do you think I'm gone too long?" he asked once they were both in the privateness of their shared room. "I mean, I know I am," he sighed, pacing, "I-I just thought it wasn't that bad. I thought she understood,"

"She does," she said quietly. "She's just upset,"

"And she has a right to be," he sat down on their bed, hands supporting his weight on his tighs, "We've been keeping this secret for far too long, Mar. And she's been dealing with something we have no idea because we aren't here!"

Amaryllis stared at him for a moment, taking in the tiredness showed by his face and the guilty his words carried. They could of work in the same place, but they didn't really see each other as much as one would think, and now seeing how he was... She sighed, sitting by his side.

"I don't want her in this life Tom," she admitted once again, "I don't want her in danger and risking her life trying to be the hero. I don't-" her voice cracked and Tom took her hand in his, soothing her skin softly, "I can't lose her as well"

After that night, the whole demeanor of the William's household changed. Amaryllis and Emily seemed to be at war while Tom tried to be the peacemaker. They were experiencing first hand what the 'rebel phase' really was like with a teenage daughter; she talked back to her mother, rolled her eyes, slipped angry mumbles here and there, it was a completely different manner in how she used to behave growing up. She obeyed them as good as a daughter with her own thoughts did, she rarely talked back, she understood their job. But now she refused all of it.