ι wonт waιт ғor ĸarмa (Teen Wolf) (Derek Hale)

I wore black that day to reflect the color of my parents hearts

I jump out of my navy blue impala, slam the door shut and straighten my mini black, very tight, dress. It's the first time seeing any other family members in 12 years, better make a lasting impression. My black, high top converse hit the ground with a slap, the crowd of cameras almost immediately make a line for me to get by. I see only a few chairs filled with family members. Only one seat is empty and it happens to be next to my father. Yes, Chris Argent is my not so loving father. I take a seat next to him, not saying a single word. Nothing I would say to him would be appropriate at a funeral, or any public place, come to think about it.

"Peyton?" I don't bother to look at him until now, his unfamiliar yet knowing gravely voice interrupts my thoughts on cuss words to use.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" His expression is beyond shocked and he twists his head to look back at his wife. Did they really think they could just throw me away and then act like nothing ever happened when I finally came back?

"No offence," Great way to start off a sentence, this means it will most definitely be rude. I look at a girl about my age, brown hair, brown eyes. My sister. Allison, I know it by the pictures.

"But who are you?" I scoff, rolling my eyes as I hear a few more camera snaps. Of course my parents didn't tell her about me, she probably thought I was some cousin who lived with them for a few years.

"Why don't you ask our dad." With that, I get up, bat my smokey make up-ed eyes and lay a single red rose on Kate's grave. And then light it on fire. I think she would have wanted to have at least a few sparks of fire on her tombstone, considering fire is what originally lead to her death.

I look back at Allison, who has the most stricken expression, I don't blame her, if I found out I have a sister, no way would I be smiling. I see a quick movement passed her and advert my gaze to a tombstone, at least two people behind it. Their shoulders are sticking out the sides. What are they doing here?

I take my seat back, still in between Chris and Allison.

"Peyton we need to talk." Chris whispers in my ear, probably not wanting his daughter to hear.

"The only talking we will do, is at your own funeral and I'm telling your grave how glad I am." I don't take time to see his reaction, I doubt it's anything I wouldn't expect.

"Your my daughter." Is that supposed to mean something?

"You only have one daughter, and it's not me." With that I take the folded up piece of paper and set it on Alison's open palm, closing it before any one else sees. Luckily she takes it more slyly then I thought she would, maybe we are related.

I take one more look back at the two boys, finally seeing what ones face looks like, buzz cut, a few moles scattered across his face, kinda cute, if he grew out his hair it'd do more good then bad.

He stares at me a little longer then I would, but I don't mind. I walk straight back to my car after flipping off a camera.

Time to sneak into my old house.

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