"Abi! Don't be such a jerk! I'm gonna tell Bobby!" Sam teased, because I was beating him at a board game, and not taking it easy on him at all. It's what we did most summers. Those were the times I was with my dad, when I was just a kid. Those times that actually made sense.

My dad, was Robert Singer. A hunter better known as Bobby. And my mother's name..was Victoria Argent.

Bobby always said, I was the greatest thing that's ever happened to him. But that Victoria was a mistake. I didn't quite understand it back then. I think I get it now though.

At first, he wished him and Victoria never happened. But, when I was born, it wasn't a mistake anymore, but a blessing.

"Hey kiddo, are you packed up to go to your mom's?"

Bobby asked, he was wearing a fake smile, and had John Winchester, Sam and Dean's dad standing next to him. I didn't care for John. Especially not at that age. I didn't like how he treated Sam and Dean. I though he was too hard on them, especially Dean.

Bobby always said it was because Dean was older than me and Sam. But, when I asked if he'd ever treat me like that he just laughed and shook his head, and replied with. "Absolutely not."

"Bye Absinthe." John waved. I said nothing to John, but I waved to Sam, and he waved back, then I left with my dad.

As we pulled up to The Argent house, my dad smiled at me.

"So..listen kiddo. You're gonna have to live with your mom and Chris for a few years, okay?"

I sighed. "Dad..is this because John doesn't like me? Because I don't like him either. He's an a*s." Bobby laughed at my reply. "Absinthe Mary Singer!" He exclaimed using my full name, I assumed I was in trouble. People usually called me Abi. Using my full name, was something only John and people I didn't know did.

"Am I in trouble sir?" I asked. Bobby shook his head. "No, just..don't say it in front of John, Okay?" I nodded.

Bobby handed me something, a jacket, with my name across the back of it.

"Here. It might not fit yet, but I want you to have it..Promise you won't forget me kiddo, I love you."

I smiled. "Thank you. And don't worry, I could never forget the best dad in the world. I love you too Dad." I said before hugging him, then I got out of the car, and went into my mothers house.

I lived there for a long time, and only talked to my dad through phone calls and letters.

I even went to high school there. That's when I met Derek Hale. He was amazing, we were best friends for the longest time when I came back to Beacon Hills. And, whenever we went into high school, we started dating, after that whole situation with Paige, the two of us only got closer.

I was a hundred percent sure that we'd be together forever. He was my first everything. And I wanted more than anything for him to be my last. But, things don't always go the way you think they will.

The Argent's..burned down Derek's house, and killed all of the Hale's. Or so I thought at the time. And, we moved away. Occasionally, I'd go and see Peter in secret, since he was the only one I knew was alive.

I still can't believe the Argent's lied to me about Derek. Eventually, I gave up on trying to talk to Peter, he was a vegetable. And they had my sister, Allison. So, after I finished school, and added Argent to my last name. Not because of Chris, but because of Allison, she was getting bullied because we had different last names so I changed that.

I left again, to go back with my dad, who told me the only reason I had to leave was that he didn't want me around John and hunting.

Understandable. But I didn't have the heart to tell him I learned all about hunting from The Argents.

Then me and Sam got close again. Really close. Like Derek and me level closeness. And then, he left for Stanford, without telling me.

Bobby and Dean told me I should go, because it was way to hard for me to be here. And I did. I went back to Beacon Hills again, where my mom, Chris, and Allison were staying.

I found Derek, fell back in love, joined the police force, got really close with Sheriff Stillinski, and his son Stiles. I kinda though of Stiles as a little brother, there was a huge age difference after all.  Me and Allison are very close.

But my mother died..

I would have left again, if it wasn't for Allison. I felt like I owed it to her to stay, I didn't trust her life in the hands of Chris Argent. Not that he wasn't responsible. But, that was the problem, Allison never quite knew how to defend herself. Because of him. He never taught her anything until it was too late.

And he mainly taught her bullsh*t. She hated, probably still hates Derek. She's gotten better at not trying to keep me away from him, but it's still annoying.

That's my life so far, I think about it sometimes, before I fall asleep, while I'm bored, or in this case while I'm riding passenger in Derek's car, he was taking me home, after a date.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. Just thinking."

He nodded, and kissed me when we pulled up to my house. As soon as I went inside I was greeted by Chris. He had his arms crossed and looked angry.

"Absinthe, we need to talk. I'm starting to thing you're a bad influence on Allison."

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me? Is this about Derek?" I asked, getting very angry. Me and Chris weren't close. Never were. He's an a*shole if you ask me.

"It's not just Derek. But, that's a big part of it. It's also the fact that your best friend is still in high school, and shouldn't you be at work right now?" He asked.

I crossed my arms and chuckled. "Shouldn't you be ruining some werewolves family like you ruined Derek's?"

"Don't you dare throw that in my face! You know that wasn't my fault! You're just as stubborn and as your no good, pathetic, father was!" He screamed getting in my face.

That's where I drew the line. My dad, died a while ago, and Argent wouldn't let me go, and see Sam and Dean.

He had no right to ever say his name.

"You, don't get to talk about him. He was a hero! He saved people! And what do you do Chris? Destroy people's lives for things they can't control? Let your wife, my mother, think that werewolves are so horrible that she had to die?!" I scream back.

Chris doesn't say anything.

"You know what? Screw you. Screw this. Screw Beacon Hills. I'm leaving."

I stormed up to my room and got the jacket my dad gave me, the one with my name on the back of it, the brown leather was kinda worn out, I'm still convinced he bought it for me because I used to say I wanted to be like Dean. And Dean always wore leather jackets.

I got some more of my stuff and walked towards the door.

"Abi, wait. We're your family, you're an Argent!" He smiled trying to make me feel better. I shook my head and smirked at him.

"No. I'm a Singer. And my family..are The Winchesters." I said before slamming the door in his face.