The Wolf's Scream (Teen Wolf Scott/Allison fanfiction)

Chapter 43

ALLISON'S POV

By the time we had gotten back into the car, everything was a blur.

I guess I should be happy, Lydia and I are safe.

But it feels like a part of me has been ripped out.

As Scott and I walk into the house, I notice that he's limping.

"Sit down," I say.

"What?"

"Just sit down." He doesn't argue. I get the antiseptic wipes and bandages from the first aid box.

Everyone else went home.

Lydia and Stiles both went to Lydia's house.

Derek and Isaac were getting rid of the bodies.

Images of my dad lying in his own blood threaten to fall from my memory, disabling me, stopping me from functioning.

My dad died.

He died.

I have to keep repeating it in my mind.

I kneel down on the floor as Scott sits on the edge of his bed. I pause for a moment and hold my stomach.

Everything hurt, and the baby was kicking like crazy. "Are you okay?" Scott asks, placing his hand on my arm.

I nod and slowly pull off his jeans, silently wiping the wounds then bandaging then up.

"You should get some rest." I say, staring at the ground.

I did appreciate everyone's efforts of comfort, but pity and empathy were not the things I needed right now.

I needed the cold hard truth;

My father was dead. He'll never get to hold his granddaughter. He'll never get to walk me down the aisle.

He will never walk this earth again, because he is dead.

My father is dead.

LYDIA'S POV

Stiles' embrace helped everything. I don't know how, but it did.

Allison's dad was dead.. He died.

When a loved one dies, you try to replay it over and over again in your mind, thinking where everything went wrong,

How this could have happened,

Why it happened to you.

And no matter how many times you repeat the phrase 'they are dead' in your mind, you will still not be able to grasp the truth.

Because in your mind, they're still the same living, breathing person you know and love.

SCOTT'S POV

I must sound like a jerk right now.

My girlfriend is in pain, and I'm not there to comfort her.

And trust me, if this was anything else, I would.

But I knew that she wouldn't want anyone there.

Allison doesn't like showing emotion, it makes her seem weak, and she was taught not to do that.

And I guess that can be a good thing, in some ways.

But, it can be pretty bad, too.

I walk into the corridor and see her sat outside on the porch.

I walk outside, hand her a blanket, kiss her forehead and walk back inside.

As I walk up the stairs, I can hear her sobbing.

It takes all of my energy to walk up the stairs without turning back.

I'm sorry, Allison.

I really am.