Connection, Chapter 1. (Teen wolf.) (Stiles Stilinski Fan fiction.)

An Offer.

     I don't own Teen Wolf but I did create the characters Madison Hannah and Patrick.

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  As I saw Patrick sitting on the couch with a cop my mind switched back to July 24th, the day that I found out my parents died. 

        I was sitting in my living room reading one of my favorite books written by Agatha Cristie when I hear a loud knock at my door. I finished the sentence that I was reading and got up to answer the door when I hear Patrick's voice on the other side of the door. 

        Patrick sounded different like he was horse and could barely get word to come out of his mouth "Madison, can I come in so we can talk?"

        I've known Patrick since I was in diapers so I knew when something was wrong and his calling me Madison confirmed my suspicions. I thoughtfully opened the door and see one of my favorite people standing in front of me but I quickly notice that almost five police officers are standing directly behind him. 

        As I catch sight of the many cops I feel my voice becoming horse like Patrick's was "What's going on?" I choke out.

        Patrick points to the couch and offers "Maybe we should sit down and talk..."

       My mind goes back to all of the episodes of Criminal Minds that I've watched and how when anyone dies, they are always ask them to sit down before their world crashes in on them. I wouldn't be one of those people who sit and waits,  not if my world was about to fall apart. 

        "Tell me." I demand from one of the six people in my living room.

        Even though they were all grown men, none of them had the balls to say what HAD to be said to me.         

        This time when I speak it was more or less the tone of someone who was yelling "Are they hurt? Are they..." My voice cracks "Are they dead?"

        Patrick's face broke into one with of sorrow, he looked like he himself was about to fall apart any second.

        "Maddie, I'm sorry."

      It felt like his words wern't real, I did my best to blink back my tears "How did it happen?"

        One of the cops that was standing behind Patrick stepped forward and began speaking after seeing how both Patrick and I were at the moment.

        His voice took over the room "The were found three miles out of their campsite, it looked to be an animal attack of some kind a cougar or maybe even a mountain lion."

          I had no idea how to feel at the moment but as he finished his sentence I couldn't help but hear the laugh that was coming out of my throat.

        My laugh was frantic and hysterical "You're saying that a large cat probably killed my parents!"

        Patrick look at me and burst out laughing along with me, eventually my laugh went to me down on my knees and then to a loud and much needed sob session.

        My tears fell freely onto the dark hardwood floor and my sobs broke to uneven breaths until my breathing turned into hyperventilating. It was my first panic attack. I stayed on the ground crying and hyperventilating until the rings that were on my fingers were shaking so hard that it actually left dents in the floor.