You're The Reason | Scott McCall [ 1 ]

39. Is Murder Legal?

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
IS MURDER LEGAL?

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If being a serial killer wasn't a crime, Jackson Whittemore would be the first one I'd kill.

Scott, Stiles, Sam, Mini, and I were sat together, in a row, in a gloomy interrogation room while crouching down from the dirty looks our parental guardians were giving us. In the corner of the room was Melissa McCall and Amy, my mother, both of them giving us daring looks of disappointment and anger. I didn't dare look at the two of them because I know it'd hurt me even more so I didn't really know what expressions they were wearing, but I can guarantee that's it's a fair guess. Jackson and his father were in a different corner, both shooting us smug looks. Okay, scratch that, I'd kill Jackson and his father if being a serial killer was legal.

To top it off, Sheriff Stilinski had a clipboard in his hand, reading off the restrictions of what Jackson put on all five of us.

A restraining order.

Sheriff's expression was the most heartbreaking to me. He watched all of us grow, except Mini of course, and he's seen our highs and lows but this... this was our lowest low and he was extremely distressed about this entire situation that we dug ourselves into by trying to help Jackson, the same douchebag that snitched on us and slapped a restraining order on our backs. I was in between Scott and my brother, the both of them playing with my fingers from my right and left hands as Stiles reached over from beside Mini to rub my back reassuringly. They all knew that this was hurting me more than any of them. I kept swallowing harshly, bile continuously filling up in my throat because I was so disappointed in myself. Who knows, maybe I was overreacting but this is something you have to live with forever and a restraining order damages your record.

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore...", Sheriff Stilinski read the restrictions, the harshest look of displeasure on his face as he spoke annoyedly. "You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically", he finished, throwing the clipboard on the table angrily.

Something like this could ruin all of our lives, goes on our criminal records and stays with us forever. We were freaking helping Jackson for Christ's sake. Stiles even interrogated him, telling him what he's been doing and tried to tell him that we were helping him but he went and got a restraining order on us. He's officially such an asshole and I fail to understand what Lydia ever saw in the guy. Possibly, it could be that he was atop the social chain of our high school and was the notable jock, so she just wanted to ride the coattails of the asshole and let everyone know who her boyfriend was.

After Sheriff stopped reading the restraining order, a very uncomfortable silence passed of our parents continuously glaring at us, as we continued to crouch down and avoid their looks as best as we could. Obviously, none of us were planning on saying anything because of the risk of angering them more, but I should've known that didn't apply to Stiles.