So Cold ▹ Scott McCall [1]

NEW FRIENDS

"Allison?" Chris called out from his daughter's bedroom's door.

"Come in, Dad." She replied.

He walked in, not looking much around, the room already too familiar to him. Still, he notices the small pile of clothes in the corner, telling him his daughter hasn't been taking care of herself lately. He knows it's been tough. 

He walked to the raiven-haired girl's bed and sat down next to her. "How are you?"

"As can be expected..." Allison responds, her voice small. 

The hunter put his arm around her shoulders, protectively, and he wishes he could keep here forever. Away from every pain there is out there. She let her head rest on his chest - how much did she miss being her Dad's little girl. Meanwhile, her mother, Victoria, was watching from the door, thinking how wrong it feels. How empty. After all these years, it still does.

"Tomorrow we will have some visitors, hunny." Victoria announced, now walking inside the room, not bothering to ask for permission.

Allison looked up, looking at her father's eyes as if she was asking. "It's true. The Ashfords are moving to town..." Chris nods.

"Are they coming to the funeral?" The raiven-haired girl asked now, sitting straight on her bed again, moving away from her Father's shelter. 

"Yes. They are family friends. You'll love to meet them!" Victoria makes sure she feels comfortable about this, explaining almost every detail. "They are moving to the house next door, the one that was for selling." 

"Well," Allison let out loud sigh, before breathing. "I'm sorry for them."

"Alison," Chris mumbles her name, not as a warning but pitfully. 

"Who would even want to move to Beacon Hills, Dad?" The girl asked out loud, shaking her head slowly at the thought. "They gotta be crazy."

"Rest, hunny." He suggested, tucking her in - just like he used to when she was six and too afraid to sleep on her own - and kissed her forehead.

Chris then walked out of the room, leaving space so Victoria can approach her. "Tomorrow we're gonna welcome them, and then we have your Aunt's funeral on Saturday." She kissed her daughter's forehead as well, then turning around to walk to the exit.

"Why can't I see Scott?"

"It's for your own good..." The woman spoke up, loud and clear, not leaving space for many more questions. "And his." And walked out of the room right after.

Allison knew the funeral was close, it was already Tuesday and she still couldn't get that image of her Aunt being killed out of her head, every time she closed her eyes, that's all she could see. Death and blood... So much blood.

Next day, she could only hope the Ashfords' arrival would distract her from everything that was going on inside her own head.

"Wake up, hunny!" Chris shouted.

"Yes...?" Allison asked, still from under her covers.

"The Ashfords are coming. Please get dressed."

She got up, with all the strenght she had in her, which wasn't much, but was enough to help drag herself to the shower and get dressed after.

Her parents weren't home when she was finished, they had probably gone to the airport to pick the family friends up. So she took the chance when she saw it, she ran to her desk and picked up her phone, calling Stiles right away.

"Hey?"

"Are you with Scott?" Allison asked, anxious.

"Yeah. I'm gonna pass." Stiles rolled his eyes, "Scott, it's for you!"