❝ Looks like you've got a severe case of the crazies ❞
❝ That crap you told me before was crazy... this is real ❞
• In which Sunday Hampton realizes werewolves and kanimas are not nearly as scary as her own life •
(TEEN WOLF S4 → S6)
(OC X LIAM DUNB...
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I’m genuinely surprised that I was able to come up with such a good excuse when I came back to Eichen House at six a.m. on a Wednesday morning.
I mean, I did have an entire night to sit by Liam’s side as he recovered to figure it out, but I said it to mom’s face naturally too.
Way to go, Sunny. Maybe I can be a good liar.
Deaton had suggested it, but I planned out every single line and quirk my story had. I witnessed some idiotic student driver hit a puppy out in the parking lot and rushed to bring it to the vet, thus my reason for leaving the school. But the poor pup was in a bad condition, you see, and made a turn for the worse as mom called me, which is why I hung up on her without explaining. It all worked!
However, it doesn’t matter how believable the lie was. Mom still threw me in my room and locked the door in a fit of rage.
“Mom! Please, let me out!” I shriek. “Please! I’ll never do it again, I swear! I have to go to school, mom!”
I know she’s still there, listening to every plea, but she says nothing.
“Mom!” I pound on the steel of the door, already feeling the bruise growing on my knuckles. “Mom! Please! Please!! I can’t do this-- I need out of-- I can’t-- Please!! Mom! Mommy!”
I’m on the ground now, kicking at the door pathetically.
“Please. Please. Please. Please,” I feel like a five year old, whimpering like this. “MOM!!”
I yelp when my cries are met with a loud pound on the other end of the door. “My goodness, Sunday! Do you want to be a full-time patient here?”
I shouldn’t even be a half-time patient, but it sure feels like I am sometimes. But it doesn’t matter, she knows how terrified I am of this place. And I should’ve known better than to have a meltdown in front of her.
“I’m sorry.”
“Wow, you are sure being problematic lately! It’s because you’re off your schedule, I know it.”
I sigh. Yep, you caught me. “Whatever.”
She doesn’t reply. And this time I know it’s because she’s left me alone in here.
“Screw you,” I hiss as silent tears stream down my face. I still opt to check the door, though I know it’s still locked. It’s as I assumed. I throw my whole body against the door once more and slide back to the floor. “Screw you, mom! You hear me?! I hate-- I--”
I pause, a new horror setting in. The bars on my window are gone.
How the fu--?
They can’t just disappear and, as far as I’m aware, they were there two minutes ago. Somebody… or something did this.
