Storm // Teen Wolf // Scott McCall (Discontinued)

Grounded

I poked my head into my dad's office, biting my lip nervously.

The sheriff had fallen asleep on his desk, his cheek resting on a pile of papers.

I knew he'd spent all afternoon looking for me - but I couldn't face him. I couldn't.

I took a blanket off the couch, silently walking forward to drape it over his shoulders. He grunted in his sleep. "Claudia?" He mumbled, and I felt like I was going to cry.

Claudia Stilinski was Stiles's mom - she had died when I was thirteen.

She'd had a certain kind of dementia that shrank parts of her brain, killing her.

It scared me.

I started towards the door, only to stop at his voice. "Sawyer?"

I slowly turned, gulping. My father was sitting up, his brow furrowed. "Sweetheart, where've you been?" He asked, standing.

I looked down, ashamed. "You should ground me," I mumbled as he pulled me into a hug.

Mr. Stilinski chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Oh, you're grounded, alright - you were out all day," he scolded, smiling softly. "You should apologize to your br- to Stiles."

I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "I-I will. You should ground me for hitting him," I added, blinking away tears.

My father pulled me onto the couch, an arm around my shoulders. "Sawyer, you were angry. You had a right to be angry - at all of us. I mean, you just found out that your brother's alive. You reacted, and Stiles gets that. I mean, he has a pretty nasty bruise on his jaw, but you didn't break anything."

I sniffled, shrugging. "I hurt him," I mumbled, closing my eyes. "Being angry doesn't justify that."

He didn't say anything, but he hugged me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"I love you, kiddo," he murmured.

I opened my eyes, looking out the window. I saw a flash of blue eyes, but quickly dismissed it.

"I love you, too, Dad."

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