Savour From Hell ➳ Scott McCall {4}

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Dad walked up to us not even suprised at us whilst stiles was getting a wrist supporter because he might have injured his wrist and I was getting a bandaid across my forehead.

"I had no partake, I was dragged into this." I held my hands up in surrender acting as the innocent one.

"We we're just trying to help." Scott told him. If it came from Scott's mouth it was a lot more innocent.

"Why don't you try and help me understand- what the hell happened here?" Dad whispered half way through containing his anger.

"Right well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over." Stiles situated and I couldn't help but let out a snigger.

"Gently." I said nodding remembering exactly what happened. Scott jumped on his bumper roaring in his face.

Scott did his cute innocent smile thing knowing he was guilty. When he does the innocent smile thing it always reminds me of when I caught him vibing to call me maybe in his room one day.

"He was getting away." Scott tried to make an excuse and dad just looked at him pathetically. "He got away."

"Again let me remind you that I had no partake in this." I said once again holding my hands up in surrender.

"How'd you get that bruise kid?"  Dad asked pointing to the banadage. And I couldn't help but purse my lips looking towards Stiles angrily.

"Let's asked stiles." I said raising my eyes folding my arms and he looked away avoiding my eye contact looking at a sign on the road.

"Pretty pretty trees." He hummed trying his best not to draw attention. I grabbed his ear twisting it so he could look at dad.

"Well... I may have forced her to be the getaway driver and then she might of have speeded really badly and I might of have accidentally punched her head." Stiles explained trying to make it sound like he wasn't in fault at all!

"How'd you hurt the wrist?" Dad asked looking towards Stiles and both of his eyes landed towards me and I did my best to innocently look away.

"Pretty pretty tress." I hummed using stiles words not making any eye contact.

"I don't know lets ask Maxine." Stiles said folding his arms giving me the same look I gave him. "Never say Maxine ever again or I will break your wrist of." I threatened and that immediately answered dads question.

"Max?" Dad lowered his voice questioning me and I groaned. "Okay so I may have twisted his wrist after he told me it hurt. I was making it even!" I tried my best to make me sound less violent.

"Yeah I didn't expect anything less." Dad sighed again, not even a little bit suprised.

"The point is he got away because he's some sort of criminal mastermind dad!" Stiles tried convincing and I rolled my eyes hearing stiles argue about this for the past hour.

"Uh huh. You wanna guess what the stolen merchandise is?" Dad asked us and honestly I couldn't care less. Dumb and dumber dragged me here.

We followed dad to the back of the van and he opened it up. There was a bunch of gas tanks loaded in the van.

"Critical life saving medical equipment?" Stiles guessed and Dad shook his head. "No."

"Poison gas?" I guessed to and dad shook his head. "No."

"Filled with drugs?" Stiles tried to get it right.
"No."

"Parts of the human body stuffed in each tank!" This one had to be right.
"Absolutely not." Dad said disgusted.