Teen Wolf: All Grown Up

1. Recovery

I imagined heartbreak striking but at this age it just had a certain dull sting, like a needle into dumbed skin. Losing a parent at this age was meant to rip me apart. However, it was just this sombre sting.

As a child, I'd never had a significant bond with anyone. Most people were just there. A new person attaching me to a chair to escape. A new person making me dismantle and assemble a gun. A one on one combat trainer. I couldn't tell you many people's names. I didn't have very many people. That's what made me strong, I guess.

I knew my mother. She'd see me twice a year minimum, my birthday and Christmas. Only coming back when she didn't have people to slaughter. We hardly spoke, only really teaching me sarcastic remarks and how to hurt people. I guess she and my family made me into the perfect killer.

If only I had grew up like my cousin Allison. If only my mother didn't torture me from such a young age. Maybe then I'd be able to feel more than this.

That dull sting.

Yet as I drive to my mothers funeral with my 'Grandpa', I know him as my strategist coach. I haven't shed a single tear from my silver blue eyes. I'm pretty sure the security guards in the back felt sadder than I.

"Are you ready? This isn't going to be easy," Gerard remarked next to me in the vehicle.
After adjusting my tailored black suit which clung to toned body, I replied emptily "yes". Mom always made sure I never spoke more than I needed too. Ears open and mouth shut. Well it's not like she could stop me now anyway.

Stepping out following shortly behind my 'Grandpa'we made our way through the crowd. All the noise and yelling I could see all fell to background noise upon glimpsing her coffin.

The solid oak coffin consumed my thoughts. My face screwed up a little as I adjusted my tie, the memories of my blonde mother rushing to me. However, they're irrelevant. She's dead.

Gerard made his way to a boy with a camera. Clearly this guy doesn't know what we do. Gerard hands the boys camera to me with a knowing look. After sweeping my blonde hair up back into perfect position, I took out the card from the camera a snapped it between my fingers. My face didn't change a bit whilst the boy looked at me upset at the loss. Without another thought we strolled towards our family.

After Gerard, I hugged the closest thing I had to a dad, my uncle Chris. He had trained me and whilst strict, made sure I wasn't suffering immensely.

After sharing brief conversation. I moved onto my cousin Allison, who was in pieces. I know it wasn't for the loss of her aunt, it was for what it had done to her reputation.

I respected Allison for the way she handled the death of my mother. She made sure she was the person who told me before anyone else. She came clean about Scott and all that had happened. For that, I had her back. Most people would try manipulate it. Everyone wanted something, attempting to achieve this by exaggerating the truth. I wouldn't be surprised if I was lied to in an attempt to make me want to kill. That's all I'm ever wanted for.

Victoria reminded me of how Kate was with me. Cold, cut off. Something about her energy was comforting to have that similar presence.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a skinny white boy and a tanned boy with a crooked jaw peering out from behind the statue. Of course it was Scott and Robin, I know his name is Stiles but he's just such a sidekick. I leered at them in a threatening way, suggesting they move back behind the statue. As shortly after my "Grandpa" looked in the same direction. Those kids would make terrible spies.

I spent the rest of the service next to Allison and Gerard. Offering Allison emotional support, with my arm around her shoulders and her head leaning on my chest. I understand how hard this must be on her. All the names, the looks she'll get at school. I know being her son in a new school won't be easy, but I doubt I'll feel much more than this dull sting. Ever again.