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So I'm about to start my first day of uni and I'm terrified. Wish me luck

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We arrived at the Preserve and immediately headed in the direction of the van. The area was really quiet, and I never trusted quiet.

I looked at Stiles and he appeared concerned also. We walked through the dark, our eyes scanning the area to be sure nothing was waiting for us.

When we reached the van, everything seemed in place. But, I still felt like something was off. I circled it quickly, and when I reached the back, my mouth fell open in horror.

"Stiles," I whispered. "He's gone."

Stiles' head fell to the side, his jaw clenching and unclenching. "What do you mean 'he's gone'?"

"What does it sound like I mean?" I almost shouted, throwing my hands up. "Come look."

He jogged around to stand beside me. We both stared at the back of the police van. The doors had been slammed open and ripped off of their hinges, and the cuffs lay on the ground without Jackson connected to them.

This wasn't good.

Stiles ran towards Allison's car, and I fell in line behind him. We looked into the window, to see them asleep on the back seat without their shirts on.

They couldn't have found a better time?

Stiles had knocked on the window, effectively waking them up. Their eyes had went wide when they saw us and Allison was fast to cover herself up.

"You guys might wanna come take a look at this."

I leaned over Stiles shoulder, "And maybe throw on a shirt while you're at it."

Stiles and I stepped away from the car to give them a minute to get into something appropriate. Once they climbed out of the car, we silently lead them over to the van. As soon as the saw the doors wide open, their mouths fell open in shock.

"Bet you're regretting taking that 'nap' now," I shook my head, folding my arms.

Scott glared at me, about to say something, when Allison interrupted him. "I have to tell my father.

The boy didn't respond, just slowed turned and began to walk toward the lookout.

"Scott." When he didn't answer again, Allison stepped forward, her calm nature faltering. "He's going to kill someone."

This was what finally caught Scott's attention. "Okay, tell him. Tell him everything."

Stiles sighed a little bit, "Scott, I gotta tell mine, too."

Thinking back to the past couple of days, I took a deep breath. "I think I need to tell my mom as well," I said, running my hands through my hair. "She's seriously on the verge of sending me to boarding school at this point. I've lied to her too many times."

Scott gulped, not looking at any of us. "This is all my fault."

"It's not," his girlfriend insisted. She was right. It was Peter's fault, he started all of it.
"But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"You're right," he conceded, still not looking at us.

"How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?" Allison asked Stiles. She then turned to me, "And your mum?"

Stiles answered for us both when he said he didn't know.

The three of us looked to Scott, who had finally decided to face us, showing his wolf eyes. "They'll believe me."

Well, there would be no arguing that.

Hopefully.

♡♢♤♧

Next thing we knew, we were pulling up at the Sheriff station, preparing to talk to Stiles' dad.

We figured that we'd speak to him first, and then my mum. I offered to accompany Allison home, but we both knew that it would be best that I wasn't there when she spoke to her father.

"Could you buzz us in? I gotta see my dad," Stiles informed the officer at the desk. He nodded, and pressed a button. The door made a buzzing sound and became unlocked.

Hesitation held us all back, looking to each other for support.
"Are you sure he'll listen?" I asked quietly.

Stiles sighed, pushing the door open wider, "Nope."

We walked through the door and stood in Sheriff Stilinski's doorway, only to be greeted with a most unpleasant sight.

Sitting on the couch in the Sheriff's jacket was not the Sheriff, but a smug looking Jackson. His father stood beside him, staring at us all.

The Sheriff stepped forward, looking very disappointed in us all. "Scott, Riley, Stiles. Perfect timing."

We all looked at each other. We were so screwed.

Stiles' dad directed a thumb in Jackson's dad's direction. "Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire."

Jackson leaned forward, smirking, "That means lawyer."

"Such a jackass, I swear I-" I growled as I went to step forward. Stiles grabbed my hand and squeezed, getting me to stop talking and moving.

Lucky he did, or I would've clipped Jackson on the jaw. I didn't care that the Sheriff and Jackson's lawyer/dad were watching.

♡♢♤♧

We were placed in a separate room whilst Jackson's dad spoke to the Sheriff about what happened.

Allison had called Scott repeatedly, claiming that Lydia had uncovered something important in the Kanima pages of the bestiary.

The Kanima didn't seek a friend, it seeked a master. Which meant that the person wasn't protecting Jackson, they were controlling him.

"No way," I whispered, taking in what she was saying. Someone was actually controlling him? The thought itself was crazy.

"Yeah," Allison's voice said over the speaking. "Which means that if Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him."

"Or he doesn't remember," Scott suggested.

It was so frustrating. We knew who the Kanima was, but we had no idea who was controlling him; let alone how to find out.

Stiles leaned forward, "What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?"

"He might be on the right track," I agreed. "Like, when she had no idea where she'd been for three days, but refined to hours for Jackson."

"A fugue state," Allison defined.

Scott nodded. "He'd have to forget everything. The murder."

"Getting rid of the blood."

"The body," I whispered.

"But he had help with one thing though," Stiles added. "The video. Maybe someone else helped him forget that."

Scott nodded quickly, "Whoever's controlling him."

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?"

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing," Stiles rolled his eyes, throwing a hand in the air.

It couldn't be that simple. On some level, Jackson had to know something was wrong.

"So we try to convince him he's not."

I scoffed, "You make it sound so easy."

"We have to try," Scott told me. "If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then we have to."

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

"No," I replied first.

Stiles shrugged, "Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?"

"You do realize that Jackson doesn't like us, right? He would literally rather turn us over to the cops than allow us to try to have a conversation with him."

The boys both looked a me in disbelief.

"Fine," I threw my hands up. "But you just wait. He won't let us get a word in."

♡♢♤♧

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore," the Sheriff read. I shot a 'told-you-so' look at the boys, before turning my attention back to Stiles' dad.

We had been brought back into the room to have the charges, or whatever, read to us. Our parents had also been called, so my mum and Scott's mum were also standing in the room.

They stood in the back of the room beside Jackson's dad, looking very disappointed.

"You will not speak to him," The Sheriff continued. "You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."
He then proceeded to drop the clipboard with the rules onto the table.

The three of us sat quietly, waiting for him to say something else.

When he didn't Stiles decided it would be a good idea to speak. "What about school?"

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty foot distance."

"Okay," he began to counter. "What if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?"

"Stop. Talking," I ground out, noticing all of the adults not looking impressed at Stiles' joke.

"I'll just hold it," he mumbled.

The meeting concluded not long after that, and us three teens stood up. My mother grabbed onto my arm with a tight grip, pulling me out of the room. It was hurting, but there was no way I was going to complain; she was already pissed off at me.

She pulled me a bit further down the hallway, past where Melissa had taken Scott.
We stopped, and she spun around to face me. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Mum, look, I'm sorry. It's complicated," I said quickly.

"No, enough," She growled. "If you use 'it's complicated' as an excuse one more time, I will put you on the first plane to a boarding school on the other side of the planet. This isn't just coming home late, Riley; this is a restraining order!"

"I'm aware of that mum, I sat in on the same conversation as you!" I retorted.

"Did you?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "Because you looked like you couldn't have given two shits about what was being said!"

"Mum-"

"No!" She cut me off, keeping her voice low so as to not draw attention. "Enough. You are grounded. In fact, you're triple grounded; you're whatever's worse than grounded."

I wanted to say something, but I knew I would have just made it worse. So, I clamped my trap shut.

"Give me your phone," she huffed, holding her hand out.

This got me to speak.
"What? No way. I need my phone! You tell me off for not keeping in contact with you; how am I supposed to do that if you have my phone?"

"You wont need it, because outside of school you will not be leaving the house." Her face was frozen in an angry grimace.

I attempted to walk past her, but she just grabbed me with the hand she wasn't using and pulled me back.
"Phone. Now."

Pulling it out of my pocket, I ground my teeth, slapping it down onto her hand. She put it into her hand bag and sighed.

"I hope you understand that I don't want to be doing this." I didn't look at her; even though it was my fault, I was still angry.
"If you had just spoken to me, we could have avoided this."

"If I could've spoken to you, I would've," I whimpered, holding back tears. We had always trusted each other and always spoke about everything. And now, there were three brick walls between us.

She turned around and walked over to Melissa, clearing her throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Melissa, but this is important. I think that our kids need to stop being around each other for a little while."

"Mum-" I cried out.

"I agree," Melissa said firmly.

"Mum!" Scott's eyes were wide with shock. "You're banning me from seeing my friends?"

"That's right," She nodded. "No Riley, and no Stiles."

"What . . . no Stiles?" I heard someone shout from the other end of the hallway. Stiles was walking at top speed towards us all now, but stopped when Melissa held up her hand.

"No Stiles!" She shouted. "And no more car privileges, give me your keys."

Melissa held out her hand like my mother had done to me moments ago. My mother looked at me to acknowledge that I was seeing Melissa doing the same. She wanted to know that I knew she was just being a parent.

When Scott just stood there staring at his mother in shock, Melissa got even more annoyed. "Give them to me!"

Scott jumped, throwing his hand into his pocket and pulling out his keys.
As he gave them over, my mother grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards the door. "We're leaving."

"But, mum-"

"No." She pushed open the door to the Sheriff station. "Now."

I looked over my shoulder to see Stiles watching me leave. He gave a small wave as I was pulled out the door. I would have waved back, but I ran out of time.

We passed Jackson sitting on a chair in the hallway, and I looked over to him. All he did was raise his head slowly and smirk at me.

He was such a bastard.

When we got into the car, I was quiet for a while. I was frustrated that my mother and Melissa both said that Stiles, Scott and I weren't allowed to see each other.

I took a few shaky hands, trying to hold myself together. How were we supposed to figure out who was controlling Jackson from the confines of our homes?

"For how long?"

My mother didn't take her eyes off of the road. "'How long'?" She said back to me.

"How long until I'm allowed to see Scott and Stiles again?"

She sighed, "This isn't something I want to discuss right now, okay? For the moment, it's until I say differently."

I clenched my jaw, glaring at my hands sitting in my lap. There was no way that our parents would be able to keep us all away from each other, no matter how hard they tried.

"A restraining order, Riley?" My mother said out of no where, sounding exasperated. "Did I do something? Is it me not being home all the time?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course she thought this would be because of her. Parents always have the tendency to blame themselves if their child fails; as if they're controlling them.
"No, mum, it's not your fault."

"Then what is it?" She shouted, smacking the wheel. She took her eyes away from the road to look at me. I could see tears brimming along her anger set eyes.

I had really done it this time.

We sat there, forgetting we were still driving.

That was, until a driver tooted at us, which broke my mum away from our stare off. She quickly swerved back into our lane, wiping her eyes with one hand.

I didn't reply, just sat there quietly, stewing in anger and misery.

As soon as we got home, I got out of the car and stalked to the front door. I dug through my pockets, searching for my keys. I was about to pull them out, when my mother appeared next to me, already turning her key.

She swung the door open and waited for me to go in. With a huff of frustration, I did as silently instructed.

I was planning on heading up to my bedroom, when my mother told me to stop.
"There's something important we need to discuss."

I let my head fall back, before turning to face her. "And what would that be?"

She took a deep breath, preparing for my reaction. "I'm going away for a week in a couple of days for work."

"Shocker," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"Don't take that tone with me. Either I work, or we don't have a roof over our heads," her eyes were focused, never leaving mine.

I decided to focus my line of sight on the part of the door just beside her head. Hopefully she thought I was still looking at her.
"Fine. I'll just stay with Melissa like I do every other time."

"No," She stated strictly.

"No?"

"No." We could do this forever. "All of this trouble started after the last time you stayed there, so it won't be happening again."

"Would you rather I stay home alone and risk being murdered by a serial killer?" I asked with a slightly cynical laugh.

"Also no," she sighed. "That is why your father will be coming and staying in the guest room for a couple of days."

"Seriously?" I shouted. "He lives on the other side of town, how come he can't just come and check in every now and then?"

"That was the original plan," she claimed. "Until you went and got yourself a restraining order! That is why I will be calling him tonight to discuss arrangements."

My lungs felt tight and I was beginning to feel like I had stepped into a sauna.
"Why can't Lottie just look after me?"

My mum ran a hand through her hair, "Because she's got work. She's busy. Your father is coming, and that's the end of it."

"I'd rather take my chances with the serial killer," I hissed, turning around and stomping upstairs.

Alpha werewolf. Kanima. My father.

I couldn't decide which I despised more.

♡♢♤♧

The next day at school Scott, Stiles and I managed to meet up in the library. They could stop us seeing each other outside of school, but there wasn't much they could do at school.

"So now your dad is going to stay with you?" Stiles asked.

"Yep, because like this week couldn't get any worse," I groaned. I had told them both about my dilemma whilst we were waiting for Allison.

They both knew how I felt towards my father, and the pity they felt was showing on their faces.
I didn't want their pity, though; I just wanted to talk to someone.

Finally, Allison appeared on the other side of the bookshelf we were using to hide from the cameras.

She slid a tablet between the shelves for Scott to grab, while I stood looking around at nothing and Stiles pretended to read a book.

Scott turned the screen on, to reveal the bestiary. Except, it now had an English translation alongside it. Finally.

"It's everything Lydia can translate," Allison whispered to us. "And trust me, she was very confused."

"Yeah," Scott looked up from the screen, "What'd you tell her?"

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."

"And she bought that?" I scoffed.

When Allison and Scott laughed, Stiles looked at them in annoyance. "I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."

"Oh," Allison stuttered out awkwardly. "Great."

I gave him a pat on the back, "Of course you are. And there's nothing wrong with that."

He gave me a strange look, "What's that supposed to mean?"

I chuckled, before turning to Scott. "So, what does it say."

"I'm not entirely sure." He looked over to Allison again, "Does it say how to find out who's controlling him?"

"Not really," the girl whispered, not daring to look at the shelf in fear of giving us away. "But Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" Stiles said excitedly, yet quietly, pumping his fist.

"It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

"All right, see?" Stiles nodded. "So maybe it's not all that bad."

I sighed, "But, there's always a 'but'."

"Until," Allison said with a lot of pronunciation. "The bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

Lovely.

Stiles blinked a few times. "All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing, though." Allison began to pretend to flip through a book as she spoke to us. "The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be . . ."

She stopped talking when the librarian walked over to put a book away.

Once the woman left, Scott completed her sentence, reading off of the tablet. "'Until it resolves that in its past which manifests it.'"

"Okay," Stiles sounded a little annoyed. "If that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself."

"What if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison asked slowly, considering the question herself.

Great. Now we were going to dig into a fellow classmate's family history.

How were we not in juvie?