Soulmate Of A True Alpha
Scene 4

My mother and I cook dinner together and talk. Sometimes our eyes glaze over as we say sad things to each other, but mostly we laugh and joke as if we’d never been apart. Stiles is in the kitchen and he and I are chatting too, but I must confess I have a question for my mother that’s been on my mind.

Me: Why did you tell Dad to leave?

Mom: I asked a drunk to get the hell out of my house to protect you, not to disappear and take away one of my most precious things.

I smile softly, embarrassed. The front door slams and Stiles and my mother go into the living room. I finish chopping the vegetables and arrive, a little way back. The boy I assume to be my brother sees me and seems to panic.

Boy: Mom, Stiles, look out!

My mother and Stiles look at me uncomprehendingly, and I notice that I still have the knife in my hands. Scott rushes toward me but Stiles stops him.

Stiles: Scott! It’s Hannah! Your sister!

I drop the knife and raise my arms in the air to show I wouldn’t do anything to her.

Scott: Hannah? Are… Is it really you?

I nod frantically with a smile and tears of joy bead at the corners of my eyes. He runs to me (but happy this time), picks me up in his arms and spins me around, laughing. I laugh too and hug him.

Two hours later

Stiles got home an hour ago, and Scott and I spent the day chatting and talking about our lives while we were apart.

Scott: By the way, what happened the night you left?

Oops. The sore subject… I don’t want to lie to him, but I can’t see myself telling him the truth… But at the same time, someone has to tell her now. I sigh and confess.

Me: Mom didn’t tell you everything… Dad didn’t just leave and take me with him… One night, our parents were arguing very loudly and we went downstairs to listen to them… It was obvious they were going to split up… Then Dad saw me and wanted to punish me. You got in the way, but Dad grabbed you and you fell…

I tell him the rest and I can see the sadness in his eyes. I hope I did the right thing in telling him… For all answer, he takes me in his arms.

Scott: Thank you, thank you for telling me.

Me: Please don’t be angry with Mom… She only wanted what was best for you.

Scott: Yes, I know! Don’t worry.

I smile and pull him close. How could I have spent so much time apart from him?

The day after

My mother immediately enrolls me in the same high school as Scott. We enter the school. He takes me to meet his friends and whispers something in my ear.

Scott: Just to warn you, be careful!

Me: Be careful of what?

He gestures for me to wait a second.

Scott: Girls, this is Hannah, my sister.

Two of them jump out at me and bombard me with questions.

Girls: Oh my God! How old are you? Same as Scott? How long have you been here? Are you going to stay? Why’d you leave? Do you have any…?

Scott: Okay! Settle down! You’ll scare him away!

Girls: Gna gna gna!

I laugh.

Me: Can I at least know your names?

They laugh.

Brown-haired girl: Allison!

Girl with Venetian blond hair: Lydia!

Another Japanese girl and Stiles join us.

Stiles: Hey, Hannah!

I smile at her and we k**s. Scott immediately becomes embarrassed when he sees the Japanese girl. Looks like Scott McCall has feelings for this girl!

In class

I’m lucky enough to be able to sit next to Stiles, as she’s the only person I know in history class.

Stiles: I heard you told the truth about you and Scott’s father, is that true?

I nod.

Me: I couldn’t lie to him, I couldn’t bear it…

Stiles: You did the right thing, I was going to tell him soon anyway.

Teacher enters

Stiles: Are you eating lunch with us?

Me: Of course!

He smiles at me, satisfied, and we concentrate on the class. After about thirty minutes, the teacher is looking for a student to answer a question and, obviously, since I’m the new girl, he chooses me.

Mr. Stevens: So, Hannah, what year…

I can’t even hear his question, I’m so stressed, I’ve always got good marks in every subject except history. I’ve never known why. Stiles discreetly takes my hand under the table; my stress subsides and my cheeks turn color. I think I have feelings for someone too.