Ephemeral ➵ Allison Argent (5)

Sixteen

Phoebe's POV:

"Dad, staying cooped up in the hospital was punishment enough." I whine as he followed behind the other police cruiser. "Why do I have to tag along with you at work?"

"Do I have to remind you what you did?" He amusedly chuckled. "You told Olivia and I that you and two of your friends were going bowling and I don't know if you remembered, but you went to a club and got hurt over someone being stupidly drunk."

"It was just a glass cup." I awkwardly lie as I faced forward. "Besides, I hung around with Hayden half of the time and--"

"And the other half, you almost died!" He interrupted harshly and instantly I stayed quiet. He lets out a sigh and momentarily glanced at me. "Look, it still hurts me to this day that we don't have your mom around anymore and I made a vow that I'd always protect you and Olivia, especially the constant incidents where you two are close to being in danger. I can't imagine losing someone in my family, not again."

"I know." I mumble and lean my head against the window. "I miss mom too."

"Anyway, this is the last stop for the night so we'll pick up dinner after this." He said and patted my arm. "I'll let you choose."

I give a small smile. "Pizza?"

"Sounds good to me." He chuckled.

I recognized the parking lot we pulled into turned out to be the lacrosse field which causes me to furrow my brows in confusion. "Dad, why are we at the school?"

"We got a call that someone dug holes in the field so Deputy Clark and I are checking it out." He says and puts the car in park. "Stay in the car, this won't take long."

He gets out of the vehicle and I watch as he catches up to the girl deputy as she uses her flashlight to look around.

They say something to each other until my dad quickly runs over to one of the main headlights for the field and pushed up the switch which instantly lit up the field.

I sneakily open the door and once I step out, my eyes widen at the sight of eight large holes that I recognized all too well.

They created more.

I subconsciously rub my side from where the wound previously was, but furrow my brows in confusion when I didn't feel it hurt.

I lift the side of my shirt a bit and surprisingly enough, all I saw was clear skin. I slowly brush my fingers across as millions of thoughts ran through my head.

There has to be a plausible explanation for this.  It had to be the medication Melissa prescribed me with. But what about before with Tracy's claws? No, no, no. I'm overthinking this. Maybe the indents were small or maybe the blood was coming from her claws? For god's sake, the girl literally puked mercury. There are no scientific facts to back up that that was possible. None of it was possible!

Should I tell Olivia? No, no, no. She's got a lot on her mind and I can't put her through that. From what Allison told me, she practically almost spiraled.

Maybe it'd be best if I kept it from her. Just for the sake of her state of mind.

Olivia's POV:

My head slams on the mat with a thud and I tiredly just lay flat on the ground with a frown. "When I asked if you could train me to be a better fighter," I panted as I wiped the sweat off of my face before I gestured to myself. "I didn't mean getting the chance to kick my ass."

"Well, you're not going to be perfect after only a few tries. I mean, you did train with Scott...who's a werewolf." Allison said with a grin as she takes a couple of sips from her water bottle before placing it back on her desk. "And you're sweating like crazy so you should take off your sweater."