Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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"ARE YOU ALMOST DONE?"
Luna rolls her eyes searching through her rack of clothes in her closet, "Give me like ten minutes."
Issac chuckles as he clicks through the channels on the tv, "That's what you said ten minutes ago."
Luna peeps her head out her closet sticking her tongue out at him, "Yeah well beauty takes time."
"You look pretty amazing to me."
"I'm not even dressed yet. But thanks."
Turning back to her clothes, Luna looks through her wardrobe once more before finally choosing a light blue tie shirt and jean shorts. After changing she sits at her vanity and does her makeup.
Hearing a car door slam she peeks outside to see Noah Stilinski getting out his car. She notices how upset he looked and immediately drops her makeup brush. Seeing Stiles run out his garage into his father, Luna tunes into her heightened hearing.
"Can't talk, gotta' run."
Stiles heads for his Jeep. But as Noah is about to walk into the garage with his coat in his hands, Stiles skids back.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. What do you mean?"
"You don't have your gun. You always have your gun." Stiles replies points to the lack of sidearm underneath Noah's coat.
"Yeah. I left it at the station... With my badge."
Luna's eyes widen as she frowns.
"What?" Stiles freezes feeling his heart drop.
"It's all right. We can talk about it later."
"Dad."
Noah sighs, "It's been decided that the son of the Sheriff stealing police property and getting a restraining order against him from one of Beacon Hills's most respected attorneys doesn't exactly reflect well on the county."
Tears fill Luna's eyes as she thinks about how hurt Noah had to be. Not only that but she could feel the hurt and disappointment that Stiles was feeling. She knew that Stiles did all of this for a good reason but the fact that he couldn't say anything to his dad who had now lost his job because of everything, it made her feel sad and guilty.
"Dad."
"It's nothing to worry about-"
"They fired you?"
"Leave of Absence. It's temporary."
"Did they say it was temporary?"
"Actually, no. But it's fine. Don't worry about it. We're going to be fine."
"Dad... Why aren't you angry at me?"
Noah looks at the coat in his hands as if the answer might lie somewhere in its folds, "I don't know. Maybe right now I just don't want to feel any worse than I already do by having to yell at my son."
