Violet

Meeting Stiles

Once we get to the sheriff's house I ask if I can take a shower.

"Of course!" Stilinski smacks a hand to his head like he should have thought to show me the bathroom immediately, considering I'm still wearing blood stained clothes.

He walks me to the bathroom upstairs, it's a little scattered. He told me on the way here that he has a son my age, I assume this is the bathroom he uses. There's dirty clothes on the floor that Stilinski rushes over to toss in the hamper, he also puts the toilet seat down, embarrassed.

"Teenage boys." He shrugs and steps out. "Hope you don't mind smelling masculine for a night, there hasn't been a woman living here in a long time." He smiles, eyes drifting down at the memory; he's lost someone too.

"Tomorrow we'll go back to your house to gather your things, sound good?" I nod and he gives another smile before leaving me to shower.

I strip off my clothes, tossing them in the hamper in the corner. I reach in to turn the shower on, turning the handle far towards the hot side, wanting the water to get as warm as I can stand it.

Searching under the cabinet I find a single clean wash cloth, this bathroom screams teenage boy. Once the water is just right I step in, enjoying the heat as it relaxes my muscles.

I smile at the men's body wash before pouring some on the rag and washing my body, it actually smells really good. I put my head under the stream of water, my amusement fading as it runs bronze at my feet, the dry blood washing from my hair.

I accidentally knock a shampoo bottle from the shower shelf, I jump at the bang of it hitting the bath.

Flashes of my my mother shooting herself in the head earlier today play through my mind and I squeeze my eyes tight trying to will the images away.

I pick the shampoo up and use it to cleanse my hair before exiting the shower, ready to get into bed at this point.

I dry off and wrap a towel around myself, using my hand to wipe the steam from the mirror. The white of my left eye is more or less back to normal after being violated with my mothers blood. I tuck my damp hair behind my ears and lean on my palms to stare at my reflection.

Monster

The word keeps echoing through my mind. I'm painfully curious.

I lean in closer, searching my own seafoam eyes. Nothing monstrous that I can see. Maybe my mom had a mental disorder that she kept hidden and finally snapped. It has to be something, mothers don't just go around threatening to kill their daughters for no reason.

I sigh and step back from the mirror. Realizing I have no clothes to wear, I debate on what to do. I don't really want sheriff Stilinski to see me in a towel but I also don't want to stand here all night waiting for him to come check on me. I blow air from my mouth, making my lips move in a horse like manor before shrugging and reaching for the door knob.

I pull it open and run directly into a brown haired teenage boy in his pajamas. When we smack into each other, we're both taken by surprise. He accidentally pulls the towel from my body, leaving me bare ass naked in the hallway.

My eyes go wide, as do his, as he gawks at my naked body. I shriek and wrap my arms around myself, one over my decent sized breasts and the other over my thighs that are squeezed together in attempt to hide my vagina.

The hall light comes on and sheriff Stilinski emerges from what I assume is his room, he's changed into sleep wear himself.

"Woah!" He rasies a hand to shield his eyes from me, face shifting from surprise to anger as he looks at his son in accusation.

The boy still holds the towel, looking from his dad to it and back again.

"Uh, no, dad I-I, hmph. This," he gestures between us, stuttering as he tries and fails to explain. "Is not what -who, who even are you?" He looks at me, eyes squinted.

"Stiles!" His dad marches up to him and snatches the towel, handing it back to me with an apologetic look.

I take it, bowing my head bashfully as I wrap it around my body as fast as possible. Sheriff Stilinski grabs his sons ear and pulls him away from me, they argue in a hushed whisper and I pretend not to hear them.

"What in god's name are you doing, son? The girls here five minutes and you're stripping her nude in the hallway?!"

"No! That-that was an accident! A happy accident," he looks back in my direction, a goofy smile on his face, then back to his unamused father. "But an accident nonetheless."

"Stiles." His dad has a no nonsense tone and I get the feeling Stiles often gets himself into interesting situations.

"Dad, I swear." He holds his hands in front of him in surrender. "We just ran into each other...why is there a naked girl in our house, by the way?" Stiles scratches his head looking at his father questioningly.

His dad pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he lets out a sigh.

"I tried to call, but I guess you were already in bed. This is Violet." The sheriff gestures towards me and I give an akward wave, desperately wishing I had some clothes on. "She's gonna be staying with us for a while, I'll explain more later, for now both of you get some sleep." He pats his son on the shoulder and starts to turn back to his room.

I clear my throat to bring attention to the fact I am still in only a towel.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart. Stiles, lend her some clothes for the night please."

Stiles nods, telling his father goodnight before turning back to me.

"Uh, sorry about, you know." He points at the towel, looking away as if trying not to picture my nudity beneath it.

"It's fine." I'm hesitant but walk closer to him, hoping he'll lead me to his room for something to put on.

Stiles watches me walk over to him, standing there akwardly. His eyes flick down to my lips, then lower.

"Dude?!" I slug him in the shoulder and he's shaken from his typical teen boy moment.

"Sorry! Sorry." He shakes his head quickly as if trying to focus.

"My room is this way." He points down the hall then makes a regretful fist. "For, you know, clothes not-" he gestures over my body and rubs the back of his neck with the other hand. "Not that I wouldn't, I mean I would, but, I-I just, that's not-" he clasps his hands in front of him and flattens his lips as if trying to keep any more words from tumbling out.

"Okay." I breath out, ready to be done listening to his rambling.

He's adorable but I'm naked, cold and exhausted. At a different time I would be swooning at his cute akward ways, but today has been a gut wrenching one.

I'm just ready to sleep and hopefully dream of something better than the nightmare my life has become.