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Product of a Failed Relationship, TW, Part 1

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Teen Wolf ( When They Grow Up. Imagine Isaac and Alisson are still Alive/In Beacon Hills still. )

Scott McCall & Alisson Argent

Reader's P.O.V.

13 Years Old

Being the product of a failed relationship isn't fun. There's lots of drama, arguments, and ruined holidays. There's bribery and lots of pain. 

My parents, Scott McCall and Alisson Argent have been divorced for a while since I was about six/seven. I don't have many happy memories with them. They were always arguing and storming out of rooms, as far away as they could get from each other. 

It was my seventh birthday that my parents decided they had had enough of each other and wanted a divorce. It started the evening before my seventh birthday, the day before my party, my last night as a six-year-old. 

My mom and dad started fighting about a gift. My dad had gotten the wrong gift on accident and my mom was very upset about that. 

Some of my first memories are of my parents fighting. Not the best memories. I remember my parents trying to shield me from the fights for a little while, always sending me to family or friends, but they stopped sending me away all the time as I got older. I was so used to it, and they were so caught up in their arguments, that I think they forgot about me most of the time. 

Whenever my parents used to storm out of the house, whichever one it was would take me with them as revenge on the other parent. They'd buy me lots of stuff and we'd go to different places. I think they were trying to bribe me into loving them more than the other parent.

My parents are now divorced. They both have half-custody of me. I have a room at both of my parents' houses as well as at my grandparents' houses and some of my aunts and uncles' houses. I have bedrooms practically all over Beacon Hills. None of them are really my homes though. I have things in the rooms...but they're just...things. They've got no loving memories and stories with them. They're just rooms with beds and pictures of me. 

Every holiday is like a war for me. I've got to pick a side, a family to spend the holidays with. My mom or my dad. If I go with my mom, my dad will act like it's no big deal but I know he's really upset I didn't choose him and he won't be as close with me for a while. If I choose my dad, my mom will take some nice trip to someplace nice and I'll feel a little jealous I'm not there with her. 

My birthdays consist of me going to one of my grandparents' houses and having a party that my parents are forced to attend due to obligation and act civil around each other for a day. 

I switch between my parents' households all the time. I'll stay with my mom for a month or two then move in with my dad again, repeat. I know my grandparents, uncles, and aunts don't always agree with everything my parents are or have done. I can see all the time they try to make up for my parents always fighting. It's a nice gesture but it won't work. 

I wonder what happened to my parents' relationship? I always see old pictures of them together at my grandma's house in a box she has in the basement. They both looked so happy together. So in love. What changed?