Chapter Twenty-Eight
I had immediately been called to the Sheriff's Station that very same night after Lydia had translated Latin. I was nervous as I waited alone in the Sheriff's office, with my Dad knowing about Scott, Stiles, and I kidnapping Jackson.
We crowd around the phone, listening to Allison. "If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him," Allison explained.
"Or doesn't remember." Scott figured.
"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asked.
"A fugue state," Allison answered.
"He'd have to forget everything. The murder, coming home..." Scott figured.
"Getting rid of the blood." I continued.
"But he had help with one thing. The video." Stiles reminded us. "Someone else helped him forget that..." Scott looks up from Stiles' phone.
"Whoever's controlling him." Scott finished.
"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked.
"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing. And also thinks that Paige has something to do with it, too." Stiles chimed in.
"So do we try to convince him he's not?" Allison questioned.
"If it helps us figure out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott agreed.
"You think he'll talk to us after what we did?" I asked softly.
"Yeah. Totally." Stiles looked at Scott. "Right?"
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Stiles, Scott, and I sit at a table in the interrogation room, listening to Stilinski who reads from a clipboard. "You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." Sheriff Stilinski explained the situation to us and I avoided my Dad's glaring gaze from across the room.
Stilinski glances at Mr. Whittemore, who nods with satisfaction. Beside them, Melissa McCall tries to keep her weary head propped up with a hand.
"What about school?" Stiles asked.
"You can attend classes while maintaining a fifty-foot distance." Sheriff Stilinski told his son.
"What if we both have to go to the bathroom at the same time, and there's only two stalls right next to each other?" Stiles questioned. Sheriff Stilinski aims a glare of white-hot rage at his son. "I'll just hold it."
Now, outside the interrogation room, Sheriff Stilinski tries to keep from strangling Stiles, while my Dad was right next to him, the two of them scowling at us. "Do I need to remind you how lucky we are they're not pressing charges?" Sheriff Stilinski hissed at his son. My Dad was glaring at me, giving me the worst punishment of all.
Not talking to me.
"It was a joke. I didn't know it would be taken this seriously. Humour's very subjective, Dad. We're talking multiple levels of interpretation." Stiles explained poorly.
"And how exactly should I interpret the stolen Prison Transport Van?" Sheriff Stilinski raised an eyebrow.
"We filled the tank." Stiles lamely responded.
As Sheriff Stilinski glares in silent fury, Melissa pulls Scott down the corridor past us. "It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is low I didn't think you'd reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr Harris to let you make up the Chemistry test you missed." Melissa snapped at her son.
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LYCANTHROPY 》𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓀𝒾
Werewolf❝Lycanthropy, so it means werewolf, right?❞ High School student Paige Madden had mistakenly discovered the supernatural with her two old friends, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. Scott McCall gets bitten; and his two friends are by his side to wor...
