Fragile • Stiles Stilinski [One]

Three's a pattern

Allison placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure everything will be fine, and just know....it's not like you have to tell her on your own..." She sent me a smile, before looking down at her phone. "Shoot, I have to get out of here. My dad's waiting for me...Would you like to come hangout in the morgue with us?"

I laughed, standing up from my spot on the floor. "I don't think I will ever understand your father daughter bonding....but as much fun as that sounds, I have a dinner date with my twitchy boyfriend and the Sheriff."

"Oh man, dinner with the parents...this is legit." She said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Shut up Argent." I laughed, "Go do your little hunter thing, and get out of my house."

She jokingly rolled her eyes, "You better watch yourself Martin, I still have my crossbow, and I have a perfect shot."

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I grabbed my purse slinging it over my shoulder, Stiles had just text me saying he was outside waiting for me with dinner. He wouldn't tell me what he picked up, and so I'm not gonna lie and say I'm not a little nervous. I ran down the stairs, going into the direction of the kitchen to tell my mom bye before leaving.

"Mo–" I stopped myself when I heard her talking on the phone. Just by hearing the tone of her voice for a split second, I could hear that she was upset. I slid quietly a little closer to the entrance of the kitchen, taking a small look inside finding her sitting at the table with some papers laid out in front of her.

"I don't know what I'm going to do...I'm trying so hard to stay strong for the girls because they don't need anymore on their plate than they have already had, but it's so hard sometimes." I could hear the tremble in her voice, and the constant sniffling. She was crying. Seeing my mom cry was one of the hardest things in the world, for multiple reasons. Nobody ever wants to see their mother cry, but my mom was never one to cry, which made it fifty times harder to witness.

"It's like at the beginning of this year things just started crumbling. I knew Michael wasn't happy, but I couldn't admit it to myself because I never stopped loving him. The only thing that made me unhappy, was that he was unhappy. It's almost as if you have to wonder what's so bad about you, that the person you were committed to spend the rest of your life with doesn't want to be with you anymore. And finances, I mean we're fine now...we have money, but I don't know what the future holds. My income is good, but we own two houses....when Michael's money runs out..."

She paused, and I could almost feel pain in my chest from my moms broken heart. I knew none of this was going to be easy for her, but hearing her open up about it made it seem even more difficult.

"But enough about me, I'm more concerned about the girls. They've both gone through so much, especially all of that stuff with Lydia's attack, and then when she went missing. They both seem so strong, but I'm just worried they are going to start showing their emotions in different ways. Lydia has seemed off lately, and well, Autumn....she was involved with the whole police vehicle incident, and that just isn't her. I leave for a business trip soon, and I just hope the girls will be alright while I'm gone. I may have to talk to the argents, sheriff Stilinski, or Melissa McCall to keep an eye on them."

I walked into the kitchen, catching my mom's attention because of the clicking heels of my boots. "Hey mom, you alright?" I asked digging my hands into my jean pockets.

She looked down, wiping her eyes, "Can you hold on a second sis, " She pulled the phone away from her ear, "Oh sweetheart, yeah i'm alright. These allergies are killing me, did you need something? I'm on the phone with your aunt.."