All Of You ~ Scott McCall ~

Chapter Eight: Glen Capri & Flickering Lights

Chapter song; Guilty - by Marina and the Diamonds

"Peter Hale?" Allison asked, as she washed Scott's blood of her hands. She had just finished stitching and bandaging him up.

I nodded. "That's what some guy named Chris Argent told me, apparently he's my uncle."

At the mention of my uncle's name Allison snapped around to look at me. "Did you say Chris Argent?"

And that's when it hit me. Allison's last name was Argent as well. "Yeah. You're related aren't you?"

"He's my dad." Allison paused, "So that means we're cousins."

My jaw was resting on the tile floor as the dirty rest stop bathroom as I let all of the information infiltrate my brain.

Lydia walked over and put her hand on my shoulder. "How do you feel about all of this?" She asked me as she started to pull me into a hug.

"I honestly don't know." I answered. I was telling the truth. I had just learned so much new information that I was numb to it's significance. Sure I was upset that Peter was my father but hopefully I can just pretend I don't know and I can go back to how I was living before. I can't lie to myself and pretend i'm not disappointed by the identity of my father though.

Lydia released me from her embrace and I ran a hand through my hair. "I'm okay." I assured them. From all of their faces I could tell they didn't believe me and I hadn't fully convinced myself that I was okay so I was in no position to convince them.

"Scott how are you feeling" I asked changing the subject and kneeling in front of Scott. He sat against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him and Stiles was perched next to him, watching his every move with caution.

"I'm feeling better." He half smiled. And I knew he was telling the truth. The color in his skin was returning and the bags under his eyes shrinking.

"We should probably get back to the bus before coach loses his mind." Stiles chimes in

Everyone nods in agreement and I hold my hand out for Scott. He grabs my hand and I can't ignore the warm I feel from his touch. It's a different kind of warmth, almost like a spark. I hoist him off the ground and throw his arm over my shoulders to help balance him as we walk. Stiles runs up to Scott's other side and does the same.

Once we were all loaded back on to the bus I took a seat in between Scott and Stiles. Minutes into the drive I was sound asleep with my head resting on Scott's shoulder.

I woke up to the feeling of Scott gently rubbing my arm and whispering my name. I looked up at him with a smile and stomach filled with butterflies.

"We're stopping at a motel for the night." He whispered down to me, explaining why he woke me up.

The bus pulled into the dimly lit lot of the Glen Capri motel. The faded neon sign flickered on and off in the darkness. Buzzing filled the parking lot due to all the power the sign was sucking. The two story motel gave off a grim vibe that made my stomach churn. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was that made me want to turn and run from this place but I knew something wasn't right. Maybe it was the way parts of the parking lot were in complete darkness due to the lights. Or maybe it was the way the paint was peeling off of the doors and the knobs coated in rust. Something was certainly off about this place and I would soon find out what it was.