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weird or bizarre

weird or bizarre - chapter thirty three

cassie

I was talking to Allison while I waited for Stiles and Scott. We were at the Sheriff's Station, but Jackson was here too, with his father. And that's bad. Since I got here after them, I'm not in the room, so I have no idea of what's happening. But I know we are in trouble, because Melissa was here too. Ah, dad is going to kill me. Allison was with Lydia, she went home after our last talk on the woods and when she got home, Lydia was waiting for her. And Lydia helped to translate the bestiary, and Allison called me to tell me what she found out.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him." Allison mumbled.

"Or he doesn't remember. What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" I suggested.

"A fugue state?"

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder. Getting rid of the blood. But he had help with one thing though, the video. Maybe someone else helped him forget that. Whoever's controlling him." I said.

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

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." I explained.

"So do we try to convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us to find out who's controlling him, then yeah." I let out a sigh.

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

"I don't know. Stiles and Scott are still on the office. I have no idea of what is going to happen."

"Okay. We'll talk tomorrow, then?"

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye, Cass."

I let out a sigh and moved the phone back into my pocket, leaning my head on the wall. I got up as I saw my dad leaving the office with Stiles.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" My Dad asked Stiles.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke." Stiles groaned.

"A joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken that seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here."

Dad nods. "Uh-huh. Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

"We filled the tank!"

Yeah, it didn't go well.

Scott left the office with his mom right after him, they passed by my father and my brother and then, by me. Scott looked at me but Melissa made him keep walking. My dad looked at me and I walked towards him.

"Do you have anything to do with that, Cassie?" He asked me and I looked down. "Oh, for God's sake!"

Before I could say anything. Mr. Whittemore, Jackson's father, called my dad again and they got in the office. Stiles looked at me. And we began leaving the hallways, just to see Scott and his mom talking.

"It's not just this." Melissa said. "Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed."