"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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"The cars telling you not to run into the tree."
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"Stilinski!" We hear someone yell.
Stiles, Scott, and I follow the Sheriff out of his office to see his deputies holding a male prisoner back. He's been restrained by handcuffs.
"I'm going to kill you." Donovan threatens.
"Donovan, if you think that shocks me then remember it was well documented in your Anger Expression Inventory." The Sheriff replies. "Deputies, escort the prisoner out."
"I'm not angry like I'm going to throw a brick through your window." Donovan informs. "I'm angry like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. When you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. This is why."
The room falls silent, Stiles being the one to break it. "Wow, that was awesome. That was great. We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walker this time. Okay, it's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny little cell, just stuck there."
Donovan attempts to attack us but the deputies hold him back, pulling him out of the room and into a transport van.
"What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott asks.
"It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy." Stiles explains.
I scoff. "That guy wanted to be a cop?"
"At leats now he's getting the full law enforcement experience." Stiles says.
♡
I sit in the back on the car with Kira, Malia in the drivers seat and Lydia in the passengers. Malia drives us along the road, easing into it. Kira begins to give instructions but we end up off the road.
"We are now off the road, this is not the road." Lydia states.
"Uh, other way." Kira repeats.
"What is that? What is that beeping?" Malia asks, ignoring the two girls.
"The cars telling you not to run into the tree." I say.
"Turn the wheel." Lydia instructs.
The three of us yell Malia's name at the sigh of a tree ahead of us, Malia swiftly swerving out of the way and returning back into the road.
"Maybe you should press a little harder on the gas." Lydia suggests.
Malia slams her foot down, the car accelerating which causes us all to yell, the car swerving around.
