Turning Page♥ (Stiles Stilinski/Teen Wolf Fanfic)[Book 2]

The Last Time.

..."Face to face and heart to heart

we're so close yet so far apart
I close my eyes to look away
That's just because I'm not okay
But I hold on, I stay strong
Wondering if we still belong..." 

After Scott had tossed Jackson off of his mom's cell door, Derek had chased after him. But I saw the look she gave him as he ran off, it was the same look that Stiles had been giving me. And I couldn't help but feel sorry for Scott. 

Finally the toxin left my body and I could move again. And so could Stiles. He checked to see if his dad was okay and before I could ask him something, that's when he ran off towards an exit. I sighed as I ran towards Ms.McCall's door, breaking open the lock to let herself out then running after Stiles. 

I finally caught up to him as he exited through the side of the building near the exit that was only down the hall. I followed him all the way to the front of the station, where Argent and his hunters had already either left or started leaving. Besides, they didn't want to be here when help arrived cause they would have some explaining to do. I stared at Stiles as he stopped in front of his jeep, leaning against it. 

"Stiles.." I called out to him but he ignored me for a second. "Stiles...we need to talk..." I stared at Stiles, as he finally turned around to look at me. "Please, there's no more holding this off..." I stared at him as he just stayed quiet but nodded his head, letting me continue. "I know that I lied...I'm not going to deny it. I know that I hurt you and I am sorry. I am so sorry for everything, I just didn't know who to trust.. Trust doesn't come easy to me and I'm sorry..."

Stiles just shook his head, I could tell he wasn't believing a word I was saying. "I don't even know who you are anymore...You have kept so many secrets from me that I don't even know what to believe, I don't even know the real you...so why don't you tell me something that I don't know...why don't you stop apologizing and try telling me the truth."

I bit my bottom lip, feeling the tears forming in my eyes as I closed them for a second, letting a tear escape. When I reopened them, I took a deep breath as I looked up at Stiles. "My name is Savannah Nadia Knight...I'm 16 years old and I currently live in Beacon Hills, California...I am a werewolf, an Alpha..." I started talking while Stiles looked at me confused.

"I said try telling me some of the truth. Something that I don't know...-" Stiles tried saying but I interrupted him.

"That's what I'm doing." I replied. "Let me tell you what i've been so terrified of saying, what I've told absolutely no one..." I looked at him, feeling a heavy feeling in my chest. I felt like i was going to pass out at any given moment. That this might be the moment that actually kills me.

"My name is Savannah Nadia Knight, I'm 16 years old and currently living in Beacon Hills, California. My parents are John and Julia Knight, I have no siblings, no other family...I am a werewolf, an Alpha..." I stopped for a second, feeling a lump in my throat once I thought about my parents. "When I was 9 years old, I was bitten and turned into a werewolf...On my first full moon, I felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside, I thought I was dying...I wanted to die...When I finally realized what had happened to me, I hid it from my parents for as long as I could remember because I was scared they would hate me...One full moon, I lost control and I attacked them. I didn't mean to, it was an accident and my worse nightmare came to life...My dad couldn't even look at me. When he looked at me, he didn't see his little girl, his only daughter...the person he's suppose to protect and love...He only saw a monster that 'ought to be put down...My own father, my own flesh and blood, attacked me. Him and my mother tried to kill me....So I ran...I ran away that night because I was terrified....I came back the next morning after spending the remainder of the night held out in my old elementary school...When I walked through the door of my house, on what I can only describe as the worse day of my life, I stumbled upon their dead bodies...or at least what was left of them...." I felt the tears run down my face as I quickly whipped them away with the sleeve of my shirt.