My fingers played with the bottom of my shorts, tearing away slowly at the fabric as I refused to meet eyes with either person in the room.

"I'm assuming you both know why I've asked you to come here?" Marin Morrell broke the deathly silence in the room.

Charlie didn't say anything, I could feel his gaze on me and even though the question was directed at both of us I knew that my answer was the only one that they wanted. Without looking up from black polished nails I rolled my eyes.

"What's the point? Matts dead, the sheriff got his job back, and everyone knows who the killer is. There isn't much else we need to discuss," I say in a monotone voice.

"You were almost killed Imelda," Charlie says, my posture stiffening even more then it already was.

It had been like this from the moment Charlie had picked me up from the scene of the crime, I hadn't talked to him. He would ask me so many questions but it was like a glass wall was between us and I could hear was Dom's voice telling me I was on that plane crash or Charlie ordering no one to speak about it. I wanted to know if it was real or not, but I didn't know if I was ready for his answer. What if Dom was telling the truth? Most of these vision were always true, they always had some truth to them.

How could I not remember being on that plane though? And the worst part was I couldn't ask him about it, every time I tried to my throat would close off and millions of alarming signals would go off in my head, detaining me from every speaking the words.

My eyes merely glanced at him, looking over the tired eyes of my guardian who had spent countless nights waking me up from nightmares. They had come back, unfortunately for the both of us, and now they were stronger then ever. Only now they were about Matt coming after me with the Kanima clawing me or imagining myself back in that trance with Dom.

"Charlie tells me you are having trouble sleeping again," Morrell comments.

I nod, not answering and instead just shrugging my shoulders.

Morrell sighs heavily, exchanging her intense gaze towards Charlie and requesting," would you mind letting us talk alone?"

He doesn't answer for the first moment, breathing heavily and nodding.

"I'll be right outside," he says, thinking its reassuring but to me it's a huge relief that he won't be in the room as I speak. He stand and leans in, placing a small kiss on my forehead while I ball my fists and try not to scream.

"Imelda, I would like to take this slow. So why don't you explain to me what happened?" She says calmly.

I nod, eyeing the closed door before starting," Scott and Stiles figured out it was Matt. They took me with them and all 3 of us convinced the sheriff that it was Matt killing all those people. We had no evidence though, just an accurate theory so we got into the sheriffs office where all the vide cd was stored. Scott's mom was our key witness, she was the one to have seen Matt at the hospital the night the pregnant women died. Scott asked her to come to the station, Stiles and I were suppose to make sure the front desk let her in... but he was already there. He took us hostage, held me at gunpoint and forced us to delete any evidence. Stiles had to handcuff his own father to one of the radiators, again Matt threatened to kill me if he didn't do it. Scott's mom showed up then and... Matt locked her inside one of the cells. Hell broke loose then, we managed to get away from him after. Scott went to distract Matt and I went to get their parents. Things didn't go as planned and Sheriff got knocked out, Matt tried attacking me and I got a couple punches into his face. After that he managed to escape when Scott came... everything else is kind of a blur."

She nods, clicking her pen twice and asking, "you denied any medication to help with the trauma."

I shake my head," there was no trauma. Matt put a gun to my head but didn't try attacking me, I'm over it. I move on from traumatic shit, trust me I've had plenty of experience in that field."

"So what about after?" She questions me, I know exactly where she's trying to pry.

"Matt drowned, he died in the lake by the river. Oddly enough the exact same way he did the first time, only know he can't come back. Good riddance though," I add at the end.

"That seems like something a sociopath would say Ms. Drake," she comments.

I shrug my shoulders," well what do you want me to say? I don't feel bad that he died. I mean sure the poor 9 year old Matt didn't deserve to drown or have horrible nightmares while the people that did that to him ran free but that still doesn't teens he could have slaughtered them all. People do stupid shit all the time okay, doesn't mean they deserve to die but they deserved to be punished in the right way. My guess is that wasn't the only thing that has him so fucked up in the head, Sheriff informed me that he had photos of me all over computer. Weird shit too, like us kissing or holding hands even pictures of me when I was at home in my room. He was already a lunatic before this happened to him probably."

"Okay so what about the others? Everyone that was affected by this?" She questions me.

"I've seen Scott and Stiles a couple of times, we don't talk much. I guess we are all processing these things in our own way.The one good thing is that Stiles dad got his job back. I haven't really spoken to Charlie... it's been kind of hard especially with what's been going on. Allison hasn't showed up for school in a couple of days, it's like she flipped a switch ever since her mom died. Jackson has been out of my life for quite some time now, although I guess it's out of his control. As morbid as it might seem the most hilarious part of this whole fiasco is Lydia is the normal one of us. Who would have fucking guess huh? She's been over to my house almost everyday since finding out the nightmares are back."

"Miss that all you want to let out?" She asks me calmly.

My eyes drift over towards the door, sensing that Charlie is standing directly behind it.

My lips pull into a thin line when I answer," nothing more. Fucked up shit happens all the time, no one can avoid it so might as well let it happen and move on. Dwelling on that shit destroys me, I don't do well with emotions or expressing my feelings. It's better to numb it all out for me."

"Okay," she murmurs," your times up."

I stare at her for a moment, a neutral expression on my face when I stand and walk out the door.

"See you at the game tomorrow," she calls out.

My palm pauses in the door knob," yeah. I have to go to that."

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Once the door shuts behind me in left in the front office with Charlie, my shoulders weighing heavily as his words from the trance replay.

"Mel, let's go home," Charlie says to me softly, placing a hand on top of my right shoulder.

Instinctively I shrug it off, jumping away slight," I ugh... have to get something from my locker."

He nods, falling closely behind me, my shorter legs no match against his long, athletics ones. When I reach my locker my fingers quickly open its metal door, looking anywhere but at him.

"Mel can you please talk to me," he pleads, his voice echoing through the hall.

My heart skips a beat, sweat covering my hands all at once.

"No Charlie," I answer him.

""You won't talk to Lydia about it, you barely said anything to your guidance counselor, those boys haven't been around lately so obviously you haven't talked to them either, and then you barely even look at me! Fuck Mel! What did I do!" He says the last part irritated, finally fed up with me.

"Charlie I can't talk about it," I answer him.

"Why can't you talk about? You don't talk about anything! It took fucking years for you to even think about Dom-" he goes on.

"Don't-" I warn, slamming my locker shut once everything is inside it.

"Why not?" He says, "if you want talk about anything like that what do you want to talk about? We have to discuss this eventually!"

My blood boils as he pushes on, mouth reacting before is stop," fine you want to talk? Inside the car now!"

I throw the car keys at his chest, stomping off in the direction of my car.

"Imelda," Charlie groans out, following me.

"You son of a bitch!" I yell out," you can't just let me wallow and be numb! You always want to talk about our fucking feelings! It's like I'm always on Dr. Phil with you!"

I realize that some teachers are looking at us oddly, some even looking slightly angry at my colorful words. I'd be damned if any of them were to discipline me because odds are id probably cuss them out in anger.

From behind me Charlie doesn't say anything to them, walking faster after me.

Andre doors are already open for me as I step inside the passenger seat and buckle myself in, huffing as I do so.

"Mel what is going on with you?" He questions me once he's seated.

I don't look at him, keeping my eyes on the wheel, signaling he should start driving or else I won't talk. Charlie then understands, mumbling something about me being brat before pulling out of the parking spot and driving off.

"Can we talk now?" He questions.

"Was I on the airplane?" I question.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He questions.

"Was I on that fucking plane," I say each word slowly.

"Are you in-fucking-sane? Why would you ever ask that?" He asks me.

"Answer the question truthfully, don't bullshit me," is my only response.

"You were with me Mel! You were asleep in the house! How could you possibly think you were on that plane, you would have died if you were on it," he answers me, a little stunned by my words.

"Not if I was always going to be the Dea," I mumble to him.

The bloods pounding in my ears as he lets my silence sink in, mouth going dry as I try to explain what's happened to make me believe so.

"The night Lydia's party someone turned me human... and I hallucinated," I answer quietly," Dom was there, he yelled at me that it was my fault. That I was at fault for the plane crashing, he said it was my fault."

"Imelda," he coos slowly, eyes dimming slightly," you know that wasn't real right? You know it was probably because of turning right?"

A deep sigh escapes my lips, it's quiet for a moment as my mind tries to find a way to answer before finally answering," that's what I thought until... Until I started dreaming."

"Dreaming about what?" He questions me, I can tell he's dreading hearing my next words. His fingers tighten considerably on the steering, and if I weren't trying to swallow the massive lump of anxiety in my throat I would probably be yelling at him for not being delicate with my car.

"It was the plane crash... at least that's what I kept dreaming," my voice is so small, to the point where I believe he doesn't hear it and instead I've only thought it but he has. Charlie heard my words crystal clear and it only takes milliseconds for him to react.

"Fuck Mel," his strained voice says, reaching over and gripping my palm into his larger one.

My heart is in my throat, I can feel it ready to jump out of my mouth. My anxiety has reached its peak now, with every word that falls from my mouth.

"Charlie it's the same one every night. Every detail is the same, I see the plane setting on fire, I can feel it going down and watching as Dom wraps his arms around me. I can practically feel the burns against my arms and the smoke filling my lungs," I continue in detail and in truth as I go on the words start becoming reality.

"It hurts so fucking much Charlie, it hurts to see their faces like that. I keep seeming them, Mom and Dad trying to keep the flames away from me. I don't know how to make them go away! Fuck... you have to tell me. You just have to... was I on that plane?" I question, eyes glassy with tears.

"Mel..." he says, trailing off," you were never on the plane. It was never real, whatever happened to you was not real and whoever did it to you is still messing with your head. They started twisting your memory around Imelda. I swear to you on their grave that you were not on that plane.

I nod, letting his truth sink in. When I open my eyes I realize that we have arrived home, and this also means that Charlie will probably want to talk more. I've been putting this off since he's come back, and now that we have touched on the subject it will be unavoidable.

"I need to shower," I croak out, stepping out of the car and buying myself some time.

"Mel don't run from me," Charlie says under his breath in resignation but let's me run up the stairs and reach my room.

Within seconds I begin pacing my room, listening to hear for Charlie running up the stars. When he doesn't and nothing else is heard I run to the windows ready to jump out it and hopefully do something productive.

Just as my foot steps out I hear the slither of a snake... no there are no snakes near here. At least nothing that loud.

In the next seconds my fingers are grasping the cool gun known as Lola from its secret spot in my room.

I don't think about anything expect the fact that Charlie is downstairs somewhere with the Kanima and I need to save him. I charge straight into the living room, guns a blazing and ready to shoot anything threatening to harm my uncle Charlie.

The first thing my eyes grab onto is the red face of the man I consider a brother being strangled by the Kanima, his chokes desperately trying to get air. The Kanima holds him up high on the wall, at the corner of the walls as it also supports itself that high, hissing at me the moment I walk in. To the right of the lizard, firmly planted on the ground with the most entertained smirk on the world is Gerard Argent.

"Sweetheart, I think it's in all our best interest if you put the gun down and we both talk," Gerard says, looking at Charlie who hasn't looked away from me.

I tighten my grip on the gun, pointing it now at him," go fuck yourself."

"Imelda, let's be reasonable. I think we both know who has the upper hand here," he responds proudly.

I take the safety off my gun," oh I don't know Gerard. I could blow the back of your skull out before you would even be able to shit your diaper, much less use the Kanima."

He remains quiet, so realizing that attempting to persuade me is futile," we need to talk."

"No. We don't talk, you tell me what the hell you want right now, let go of my uncle Charlie, and then get the fuck out of my house. That's all we are doing," I growl out.

"I want what I came for here in the first place," he states," Derek and his pack."

"What the fuck makes you think I talk, much less know where him and his fucking pack are right now?" I spit out, my palm pressed so tightly against the gun I can feel all the blood rushing to it.

"I don't know... maybe because being the Dea of werewolves and the girlfriend of the alpha enough attention to draw them out," the shocked expression on my face does not go unnoticed by him," oh yeas my granddaughter informed me of a couple of things. No wonder you were always so likable, it was that damn goddess blood running through your veins. Like a sirens voice you were able to lure us all in."

My jaw tightens," Gerard you have no idea what you're starting. Just because you have an army of hunters at your disposable does not mean that you will win this. I thought you liked history Argent? The empire always overruled the hunters... not the other way around."

"Find me Derek Hale and his pack or I will give you more motivation Ms. Drake. And I think by now you know I have a fairly good way to motivate you," he looks over towards where the Kanima still grasps my uncle,"you know the myth of the Kanima? The weapon of vengeance."

I process his words, and then narrow my eyes," you motherfucker! This about your psychotic bitch of a daughter! Are you shitting me!"

"I didn't come to just bury my daughter. I came to avenge her," he says to me.

The Kanima drops Charlie, quickly I rush over, protecting him as Gerard and the lizard walk out.

As he slips from the room I say," Gerard if you ever come back here I will go looking for you and shoot you in the head as your own family watches."

He doesn't answer, simply walking out of my house.

"Charlie," I gain my uncles attention, wiping away the sweat that's accumulated on his head as he breathes raggedly.

"What the fuck was that?" He gasps out.

"That was the shit fest known as Gerard Argent coming to set his plans into motion," I answer him.

"What does he want?" He asks me, light brown eyes brewing with rage and panic.

I sigh, helping him stand so he's on the couch, "I don't know, but I have a feeling if we don't give it to him someone else is gonna end up dead."

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"Scott I swear to god, I'm going to bolt my windows shut!" I yell in hushed tons. My arms crossing over my chest, trying to gain a normal heart rate.

Said werewolf had just climbed through my window and into my room at 3 in the morning, almost giving me an aneurysm on the way up. For a split second I had thought it was the Kanima coming to seek vengeance on behalf of Gerard for my smart ass mouth, that is until I heard a very small slip in footing followed by a string of curse words.

"We have to talk?" He quickly cuts me off, panicking as he paces back and forth.

I shut my window first, firmly pressing down it until it clicks before grabbing the nearest hoodie and sliding it over my head.

"Is this about your mom? Did she kick you out or something?" I question, a part of me knew that Mama McCall would never do such a thing although that was before finding about her sons activities after dark.

And I'm not just talking about getting down and dirty with Allison people, get your mind out of the gutter.

He shakes his head, taking his hands through the long strands of his own hair before stopping at the foot of my bed and sitting. All at once his head dropped down into his hands in a defeated gesture.

"No... not that but yes her," he murmurs sadly.

My eyebrows furrow together in curiosity, quickly I pad over and sit right next to him.

"Scott what's happened?" I said calmly.

"Gerard came after my mom, he had the Kanima chocking her as he demanded... things," Scott explained.

I sighed in annoyance," let me guess he wants to know where Derek's pick is or he will use the Kanima as means for motivation."

"How did..." he began asking in wonder, living his head back up to notice the familiarity in my voice," he came after Charlie?"

I nod," yes, almost killed him too before he left. He also said he knows about me, Allison must have let him in on all our secrets."

He groans," so what do we do now."

My lips press into a tight line, "honestly I have no fucking clue. I've managed to lock everything down in this house, the doors and windows are pretty much bolted shut, well I guess almost all of them are."

"Sorry. I just didn't know where to go. Stiles isn't really talking to me, Allison is... well she's not thinking clearly enough, and you're the only person I could think of that would have the slightest clue how to help."

I give him an appreciative smile," well I'm happy you came to me for help but Scotty we are both in the same position. I don't know what to do either."

"We will figure something out though, we have to," he says, desperate hope in his voice.

"Thats good, think positive. We need all the positive thinking we can get right now," I answer him, laying my head in his shoulder as I try and fail to the same.

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Hey everybody!! How did you like the new chapter? 😁

Only about 4 more left before we are officially done with season 2! I'm so ready for season 3! No joke its gonna be a wild ride!

Do you guys have any predictions on what might happen next season for our Imelda Drake?

Let me know what you think!

-Ash❤️