I could tell I was dreaming. I was in my living room but something was different.  There were two little children sitting in the living room. A twin boy and girl. That's when another little boy comes in. The three start running around causing terror. I walk toward the kitchen to find my mom, but younger, washing dishes. I start to the recognize the truth of who I was. The truth that I failed to remember. The memory of me, Scott and Stiles. I remember it as the day I lost my first tooth and Scott lost his that night, followed by Stiles losing his that next day. I watch the three gather around my mom. They sit at the table and start on a small lunch. This is what made me. I let everything else make me forget. I wake up in my bed. I look over for Scott but he was gone. I get a text from Stiles:

I need you at the hospital ASAP

What's wrong????

Just get over here.

I sigh and quickly change. I ride my motorcycle to the hospital. I finally find the room Stiles and his father is in it. I stand next to Stiles while the doctor explains that some charges not covered by the insurance will be Sheriff Stilinski's responsibility to pay. The sheriff seems concerned about the expense involved but the doctor says that is between him and his insurer. The doctor leaves after explaining that he gave him morphine and he'll soon start to feel it. Stiles chews on his thumbnail nervously. "Stop it," the sheriff tells his son.

He claims he was just curious about the terminology on the forms and that they're not in any kind of dire straits. Stiles knows he is lying because he has seen the bills. He says he knows about the debt collectors calling about Eichen House and about the advance (loan) on his salary the sheriff got from the department and the credit cards he's been using to help pay off some Stiles' medical expenses. His father is surprised and angry that Stiles is going through his stuff but his son says he has to go through the stuff because his dad keeps things from him. The sheriff explains that he keeps things from him because Stiles doesn't need to know everything. Stiles counters that he does need to know everything in order to take care of his father. The Sheriff begins to shout, "You're not supposed to take care of me! I'm the dad you're the son! You get it? Dad! Son!"

Stiles sits in the hospital room chair. He looks at his father and says, "We're supposed to take care of each other."

"We'll be alright," he says, calmer now.

"How do you know?"

"I don't but the morphine's kickin' in and I'm not all that worried about anything right now."

He closes his eyes and groans softly. Stiles returns to biting his thumbnail and whispers, "I am."

I put a hand on his back. "Don't stress, Stiles. Everything is going to be okay. My mom is having money issues, too. She doesn't think we know but we do. I've seen my hospital bills and other things that have added up. She has been working double shifts just to keep our lights on. I wish I can help but working at the clinic for extra hours isn't enough."

The next night, I meet Liam at the lacrosse teams' bonfire. I sit with him with some of his friends by some benches. All of them are impressed he has a girlfriend like me. One guy asks, "How did you even meet him?"

"Well, I saw him at a lacrosse practice and he asked me out on a date fifteen minutes later." Liam laughs and shakes his head. I notice he's been drinking a lot. I guess he thinks he can still get drunk. "I see you can drink like a man," I whisper in his ear.

"Why, thank you," he says in a whisper.

"I hope Scott told you that werewolves can't get drunk."

He is shocked. I take his beer bottle and take a huge gulp. He takes me by the hand and leads me inside the school. He take a me all the way to the library and between the book shelves. "What is this all about?"

He doesn't respond. The next thing I know, he slams his lips to mine and nearly knocks all wind from my lungs. I hardly have a moment to react before he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delves inside my mouth. My arms reach up and tangle around his thick, strong neck. In an instant, I have pulled myself closer and arch up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against my own. He grabs me by both my thighs and picks me up. I automatically wrap my legs tightly around his waist as he turns to press me against the book shelf. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth is so warm. His breathing quickened as did mine. He begins to unbutton my shirt while I pull his shirt over his head. Our lips meet again, it's like passion on top of passion. I open my mouth with a low moan. "Liam," I say, breathless.

I have to use the book shelf for support. I feel my claws dig into the old wood as Liam press even closer. "McCall! Dunbar!"

I gasp and jump down to my feet. I look and see the coach. "Coach, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were staying home."

"I came in for something I left in my office. Both of you! Outside!"

I button my shirt and walk outside where the party still rages on. Liam is bright red as he rejoins his friend. I pat my pockets and realize my phone is at home. As I'm walking to my motorcycle, I spot a red rose growing out the ground. Red roses are not common in this area. I go to investigate. As soon as I kneel down, I immediately get knocked down a hill. I roll and land in dirt. I look up and see him. He is darker. Not in skin tone. The look in his eyes, his stance and his evil smirk. "Trent," I whisper.

He smirk grows wider. "My dear, Scarlett McCall."

"I thought you were in juvenile detention?"

"Funny you mention that. I actually got off on parole for good behavior and anger management issues. But it was just an act to get out of there.  Besides, the greatest trick the devil ever pulled..."

"Was convincing the world he didn't exist."

"Exactly." He kicks me in my side, causing me to topple over. "You see, I found out about this whole dead pool. Get paid to kill the supernatural. Since my parents disowned me, I need something to live off of. You and your brother are the most valuable out of everyone on that whole list."

He puts his foot on my arm and mushes my forearm. I start to sob. He throws a punch to my face. I touch my lip and feel blood. I clench my arm to my chest and wince. He pulls out a dagger. "You don't really see these around anymore. Almost like the same one Juliet used to take her life for her love, Romeo."

He goes for a stab but I roll out the way. I start to scoot back as fast as I can. He only walks toward me slowly. "For a second there, I thought we actually had something special. But, it was always Derek."

I scoot up against a tree and slowly stand. "I did love you. He helped me get over you. I was in pain for so long." He goes for a stab but ends up cutting my face. "What do you want from me!?"

He presses his body to mine and puts the dagger against my neck. I am helpless. I can't transform and I have no strength. "Do what you know best: scream."

I take in a deep breath and try to scream but no sound comes out. I cover my mouth. I can't scream. He pretends to be shocked. "Oh no, I don't think Scott or Derek hears you."

He guides the dagger along my collar bone and stops right above my shirt collar. I start to sob. "Please, Trent. Please."

He only smiles. "I wish there was an easier way to do this but-"

I headbutt him in the forehead and manage to slip away. I run as fast as I can. I hold my arm and wince at every step. The pain keeps me from running as fast I could. I get to the loft and trip. I hit my head. "Scott," I whisper before passing out.