Happy Never After 》》》Scott McCall

► Family

ㅊ R.I.P By Rita Ora Ft. Tinie Tempah

►Family

All day long, Scott or Lydia would try and talk to me, but like what I do with the rest of society, I blocked them off. Sadly though, it's the end of the day and my only ride was Stiles. Stiles didn't like the thought of me being in his oh so precious jeep, but both Scott and Lydia demanded him to.

But I have a feeling that today is gonna be different.

The final bell rang and everybody literally ran out of they're classes, leaving this school as fast as possible. I, on the other hand, stayed behind a bit. Mostly 'cause I hate being pushed and stepped on by others.

I exited the school as slowly as I could be, as I had no other choice but to go over to Stile's blue jeep. Scott, Lydia and Kira were standing by it, eye's roaming around until they landed on me. Lydia and Scott shot me innocent smiles while Kira rolled her eye's. I chose to ignore that and still walk over.

The audacity I have, to go over to them after avoiding them the entire day, but I needed a ride home.

''Hello'' Lydia greeted once I approached. I smile in return, about to get in but Scott got in the way, standing in front of the passenger seat.

''You can get a ride home.. If you choose us over the dead pool'' He optioned. He was so not doing this.

''I'll let you know when I got an answer'' I replied, attempting to go around the side of him but he moved to the side as well. I sighed, stepping back a bit. I looked up, pressing my lips together as I was blocking off the profanities that were threatening to escape my lips.

''But, I need an answer now''. He was so doing this. I sighed again, before saying, "'I choose the dead pool''.

His face scrunched together, wincing before saying, ''Then I guess you can't get a ride''.

Kira, Lydia, and then Scott got in, leaving the parking lot as I stood by the now empty space like an idiot. I am not taking the bus. So I'll walk.

And that's what I did.

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There's a reason why students in Beacon Hills High School drive themselves or take the bus, because if you even try to walk halfway there, it'll feel like you walked all the way to Texas. But I was finally home, as I stepped into the house with my aching feet despertley punding to escape the death trap of my shoes.

Once I closed the door, my mom popped out of the kitchen with the house phone in her hand. She seemed to relax, almost relieved when she saw me.

''There you are, where the hell have you been? I was about to call the cops'' She interrogated as she slapped her arms to her side, walking a bit foward.

I shook my head as I continue to walk into the house muttering, ''I'm surprised that you still haven't called the cops''.

I felt her grab my arm, pulling it back a bit. I turned around to see that her expression changed to looking a bit hurt.

''Scarlett what are you saying?''. Really, did she really just ask me that question? The fact that I had to explain to her of not talking to her or my family for weeks because they found out about me, brought me to my limit.

''I told you, I killed people for money. A-And all you did was show hatred for Me, Yet You Or Dad Haven't Called The Damn Cops, Being That Dad Practically Is One!'' I snapped, my voice rising throughout my statement. I only told mom that I killed people, I didn't tell her that the people I kill are supernatural. She probably wouldn't have believed it.

My dad though, works for the FBI. That's actually one of the things Scott and I have in common. But let's not get off topic, I'm still mad at him for what he did.

''Killer or not, your still my daughter'' She whispered simply, no longer even near the verge of tears. She was just letting the tears fall freely.

''Then why were you all giving me so much glares?'' I asked. The glares had upset me the most, and I couldn't take it.

''Finding out your daughter is a massive killer, isn't so easy to take in''. Now, I was letting the warm, familiar liquid fall freely down my cheek as well, as a moment of silence took over.

''I'm sorry'' I sobbed. She embraced me into a hug as we were literally crying in the middle of our hallway.

''Vanessa! Have you seen my-''. Dad called, hearing his footsteps near the area, but he must've saw the moment we were having, being that he had stopped his own sentence. So I guess he had backed out of the room.

I have my family again.