Vagabond

Chapter 7||Necklace

*Stiles'/Mitch's POV*

After I disposed the body where I am sure no one will find and no traces left, I immediately called my dad.

Why? Because my gut and instinct kept screaming at me that Scott will ask Dad everything about me. I don't want my father to be burdened by people who don't know boundaries. And I also think it is also time that they know what happened to all the years I've been gone.

On call.

"Dad, I'll go to your house."

"Why?"

"Because I have feeling that Scott will ask you about me. I don't want you to spill that for me, I will be the one who will say it to them."

*A knocking sound from the door is heard.*

"How did you know that Scott will come here? He is now knocking right now!"

*"Sheriff, I just wanna talk to you!" Scott says in the background.*

"Dad, please stall him. I beg you. I will be the one who will deal with this. Please. Don't say anything."

"Okay, be fast."

"Thanks Dad."

End Call

I immediately ran towards my car and jumped to the drivers seat. Something on my mind kept nagging me, telling me that Scott found out something, so before he thinks that I am became a very bad person who kills for fun, better clear it out. I stepped on the gas and drove off towards my dad's home, not knowing what will happen next.

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*Scott's POV*

I got to the Stilinski's Residence and to my surprise, the door was locked again.

Why did Sheriff began locking his doors?

I was knocking in the door, and there is no one who is answering.

"Maybe he is sleeping, Scott." Lydia said beside me as I knocked on the door in much more faster pace.

"No, this was weird Lydia. Sheriff never locked the door ever since Stiles left. It was kind of suspicious. Like, there is something he's hiding from us in his home." I said to Lydia quietly as I knock the door two more times.

"Sheriff, I just want to talk!" I shouted but the door is still locked.

I was about to pick the door again, and just then it opened.

"You are great at disturbing people you know. What do you want Scott." The sheriff said in a agitated tone, which made me feel guilty a little.

"We just want to talk to you. Could we get inside?" I said in a pleasing manner, and the sheriff just glared and grumbled to us to just come in and stay in the couch.

We sat in the couch in a comfortable silence, until Sheriff now sat on a chair.

"So what do you want, Scott." He asked as he made himself comfortable on the chair.

"Sheriff. I really need your help. Please tell us what really happened to Stiles." I asked pleading, because we really need information about Stiles. Not just because he is my bestfriend, but also my brother.

Does he even thought about you the same after all you did?

"I told you already, Scott. I didn't have the chance to talk to him because of your interruption that day." Sheriff said firmly, his eyes twitched in annoyance. But there is still something. The feeling is still there, that the Sheriff is hiding something, or there is something here that can help on finding out on what happened on Stiles.