My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 16: Co-Captain

A/N: Hey guys... So, I haven't been on in a while, as you know. So the reason for this is because I moved schools at the start of the year, so I was busy with that, because I had to get my social life back after being home-schooled for a year in another country. I had lots of friends already in this school, so that was good but then some other complications came in... I wont get into it, but I haven't been in the best place lately. I am so sorry. I have also been trying to fix a lot of my friends problems, and that has taken up most of my free time. I'm not going to say that I'll update soon because I'm not making another promise that I can't keep. I will try to update more though, but I can't make any promises. Please stay with me, I have lost a few hearts on this story and that makes me really sad, but thank YOU for sticking with me. I appreciate it very much xxx

-Mads

"I really don't get Lacrosse." Peter said with a Lacrosse stick in his hand, twirling it around. We (Derek, Peter, Scott and I) were all in the locker room after the game, that we won, just by the way. We had a huge fight with Peter at the hospital. We lost. I now had a bruised face that was slowly healing and a huge cut all down my leg which will take awhile to heal, along with several cuts on my face and arms from shattered glass. Yeah, we lost big time...

"It was you -" Scott realized, looking directly at my Uncle.

"When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from native Americans tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have that right? Hm. I have l little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it." Peter said, tossing the Lacrosse stick from side to side in his calloused hands. Derek and I were standing behind him, looking defeated probably, because that was how I was feeling. Defeated and broken. Mentally and physically. I'm not giving up though. Now way in hell.

"I'm not helping you kill people." Scott refused, looking back at me with a slightly heartbroken look. He thought I had given up. Not yet Scotty, not yet.

"Well, I don't want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include -" Peter looked at Derek and I expectantly. We said in sync,

"Allison." I looked down in slight shame, having to make Scott and Peter believe that I was on Peter's side. I hate this plan.

"You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?" Scott criticized us.

"It was a mistake." Derek said, he was being way more convincing than me. Points to him for that.

"What?" Scott looked so confused right now. Especially because he saw how upset I was after Laura. I wonder what he thought of me right now...

"It happens." Derek sounded out, looking Scott dead in the eyes. Scott turned his disbelieving look to me and I just looked down. I couldn't face him right now.

"Scott - I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential." I hated that Peter said 'us', I don't want to be like him. I am starting to believe that Derek was beginning to think that this was a worthy cause. Un-freaking-believable.

"By killing our friends?" I snapped. I lost it, I couldn't hold it in anymore. Uncle Peter turned sharply and glared down at me. His 6 foot figure towering my 5'9.

"Sometimes the people closest to you - can be the ones holding you back the most." He snapped back at me, glaring. I mean, if a look could kill, I would be dead five times by now, probably. Derek subtly elbowed me in the ribs before I could say anything more damaging to his plan.