Repeated History {Teen Wolf Fanfic}

Repeated Hostory: Part 3

As I opened my eyes slowly I saw my dad standing over me.

"Dad?" I whispered.

"Oh Lacey," he said bringing me in for a hug, "oh my- I'm so happy you're- what happened?"

I rubbed my eyes. "Uhm, I'm- I don't- Uh I'm not sure.."

"Aw that's okay, Lace, I'm just happy you're okay!"

"Yeah," I said, "yeah me too."

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"Hey Lace, can you come here for a minute?" I heard my dad shout. I was lying in my bed. I was feeling way better after my uh.. little mishap, earlier.

"Eh, yeah Dad I'll be right there," I shouted back.

I got up slowly. My head kind of hurt, I think I hit it when I fell. I did fall on concrete.

I walked out to the kitchen to find my dad sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, his fingers on the temples of his forehead. It looked like he'd been sitting there for hours just thinking.

"Dad?"

"Oh, yeah Lace, come here," he said. I was getting a bit worried. I mean, he sounded pretty serious.

I walked over to the table and sat down, worry practically written all over my face.

"So umm, before I brought you home, your uncle Scott gave me this," he said reaching over to the bookcase, grabbing the book lying next the set up books.

"What's this?" He asked me sternly.

"Wait you haven't seen it before? I could've sworn-"

"Oh I've seen it before. And I know what it is. I wanna know if you know what it is," he said.

"I do know what it is, actually. It's called the Beastiary and its full of-"

"It's full of supernatural creatures I know," he said, "and do you know how I know what it is?" He asked. He almost sounded... mad.

"Uh, not exactly. But it has something to do-"

"Because I'm the one who told Scott and Allison about it." Why does he keep interrupting meeeee???

"Allison? When would you-"

"You're Aunt Allison, Lacey." UGHHHHHH.

I nodded.

"Do you know what they said when I told them about it?"

I wasn't gonna say anything. He would just interrupt me again. So I just let him keep talking.

"They told me I was crazy. That it didn't exist. That I just made it up. That it was just another Stiles theory."

"Dad.." What was his point?

"I guess what I'm trying to say is," thank god, "I don't want you messing with this thing."

"But why?" I asked. "What's so bad about it?"

"What's so bad about it is that I don't want what happened to me happen to you. I don't want you and Allison and your other friends getting hurt."

"Why would we get hurt?" I am so confused, "and, what do you mean, what happened to you?"

"What happened when I-" hiding something, are you dad? "When I was- I just don't watch you messing with this Lacey. Okay?"

"Dad. If you would just tell me why," he was kind of driving me nuts.

"Lacey. I don't want you to touch this thing ever again. Do you understand me?" What was his deeeeaaaaalllll???

"Yeah," I said, "I understand you perfectly. I understand that you don't want me getting into something, that could potentially help someone else. I understand that you don't want me to be curious and go after what I want!"

"Lacey come on this is crazy."

"No dad, it's not crazy. What's crazy is that you think I'm crazy enough that I would get myself into something I know would hurt me. This won't hurt me!"

"But it will hurt you! That's what I'm trying to get you to understand that this can hurt you! I went through the same exact thing with Scott and Allison and Kira and Lydia and Derek-" woah. I've never heard of him before.

"Derek? Who's Derek? You never told me about Derek? What happened to him?" I asked curiously.

I could tell my Dad was getting choked up. Was he about to cry? I kind of felt bad about bringing it up now.. I mean, if he'd never told me about it before I should've known there was a reason. But Derek? Why? Who? What? Answers dad. I need answers.

"The point is, Lacey," he continued, "until we find out what you are we cant be-"

"Forget it," I interrupted. I walked away, I didn't want to hear anything else he had to say.

I knew it was gonna make my dad pretty mad though. "Lacey Ariel Stilinski don't-"

"What am I supposed to be, dad?" I shouted facing him.

"I can't be half human half banshee. Just like Allison can't be half werewolf half kitsune. But at least she knows she'll be something, dad. What about me? I wanna be something! I don't wanna be nothing!" I shouted, tears lining my eyes. My dad knows how sensitive I can be about my identity sometimes.

"Lacey," I he said trying to hug me.

I threw my hands up. I didn't want any of this. I didn't need any of this! I'm sixteen.

Honestly, if I wanted to be lectured on the rules of being best friends to a supernatural werefox, I think I'd just talk to.. talk to... my dad.

He's just trying to protect me, and I'm just pushing him away.

What have I done.

Officially the worst daughter ever.