Keeping Secrets

All Aileen ever wanted was to forget. You shouldn't need to be told; death doesn't make good memories. Moving to Beacon Hills has placed more stress on the mental locks that hold all of Aileen's secrets, and there's no telling what will come to the surface. Will she fall deeper into her hopeless pit or rise up with others like her?
*Teen Wolf Fanfiction*


18. Rancid

(Season two Episode six)

           While we now know who the kanima is, it isn't fun not knowing how to stop it. Last I had heard, Scott and Stiles were attempting to keep the beast from attacking anyone else. I wonder how that went. I'll have to ask them when I see them at school. I was glad to get home and fall asleep. I guess I'd gotten so tired, that the second I got home I fell asleep on the couch. I should take this experience as a lesson. Don't let Steven suck all of your life energy away. It will feel like a hangover. Not that I know how that feels.

           Despite how tired I still feel, I get up and change before heading out. It's about time I did this again. I purchase the calla lilies and walk to the little boy's grave. Not a grave, a resting place. You cannot bury a body when there is no body to lay down in the ground. The air around me seems damp, and the smell of soil is fresh. I lay the lilies down with the boy to replace the old one's that were looking dull and crippled. I walk back home after a few minutes.

           I open the door and walk into the house wiping my shoes on the welcome mat before allowing my feet to venture any further into the house. Rita is getting ready to drive me to school and John is eating some fruit taking sips of coffee every now and then. he throws an apple at me and I catch it gracefully before walking up the stair to my room to pack my things. Halfway back down the stairs I fumble and sit down to rest a bit before continuing to walk. I wonder how long it will take to recover.

"Aileen, let's go we are going to be late." Rita's voice is like a rude awakening. Still got to go to school. Can't be sick anymore.

"Right," I say getting up and rushing to get into Rita's car. Once in the car I fall asleep again once I'd gotten used to the loud noise the car generates. Yet seems like only a few minutes before Rita wakes me as we arrive to the school.

"Will you need a ride home?"

           Probably not, "Nope, I got one. But I'll let you know if anything changes." I respond. She nods before driving off to work and I walk into the school. Feels like this has happened a lot lately. Of course it has. It happens almost everyday.

           Matt is already at my locker at the time I get there, so I ask him what he wants so he could get out of my way already and I can get to my class.

"New theory, you and Steven were connected sense birth. Maybe you are twins or something."

"Nice thought, but no. There was never any twin with me in the womb. The only incident I ever heard about was the supposed change before birth."

"What do you mean?" he asks, I don't really want to tell him, I never tell anyone.

"For a while my family was under the impression I was going to be a stillborn."

"Bye." Matt leaves without a word. I look around trying to figure out what could have had him on edge. Was it something I said?

"Aileen." I turn and a police officer is standing right in front of me. Too close I take a step back and see another. Why are there so many?

"Sorry, is something wrong?" Everything is fine right. Did I see John when I woke up this morning... yes. Did Rita get in a crash. What's wrong?

"Could you come with us." I could say no, but something about the way he asked made me feel like I didn't have a choice.

"Um, do I need to?"

"Just come with us." A hand falls on my shoulder. I look down at the hand and slowly follow it to the person it belongs to. There was no harm in the contact, but it's just too close to me. I feel sick and my vision starts to blur. I shove the person. Harder than I thought I could, I guess, because the man loses their balance for a second. Another hand grasps my arm and I fling it away. I hold out my arms in warning.

"Please don't touch me."

"Do you want to make more of a scene or will you come with us already."

"Are you even allowed to take me in?" I felt it was a valid question, but the men just look at me like I'm stupid and try not to laugh. Just then a familiar voice sounds behind me and I see the sheriff.

"Aileen, calm down. Everyone's fine, we just need you to come in and answer some questions about some things that are to embarrassing to say." He gestures for me to follow the men out of the school. Does anyone know that I'm being forced to leave, or do they not care? Should I tell Rita and John or do they already know? Am I going to be back before the end of the day? Do I need a ride home? So many questions.

            We get to the station, and for a while they seat me in what I consider a waiting room while they try to figure out what to do with me. I would have thought that if they asked me here they would have known and planned out how things would work out beforehand. Then again this seems to be an odd situation considering the killings and the missing person... wait. Jackson's missing? What did Scott and Stiles do at the club the other day?

           I'm taken to a room that is basically a box with a table and a few chairs. I have to sit and wait a while before anyone comes in. And even when someone does, they don't speak to me. They just ignore me and look through some files. Are they trying to scare me? It's working. Maybe I could annoy the officers enough to get them to talk. That of course did not work because I was scared to do anything that would upset the officer and get me in more trouble in the process. Am I even in trouble at all? Why am I here?

"So, Eileen. We have some questions for you."

"It's Aileen. You know, a lean."

"Okaay, Aileen." Good he said my name right. Oh shoot is he asking the question now?

"Sorry what was the question?"

"Do you have any idea about the whereabouts of Jackson Whittemore?"

"Who?" right I forgot, "Never mind. Is Whittemore actually his real last name. That's a weird name."

"Please answer the question."

"I don't know anything."

"Then can you tell me where Scott McCall is?"


"Do you have any proof of where they were last night."


"Where is Scott McCall? Do you know anyone that has access to the police station vehicles?" I'm sure anyone could, this place is small, and if you know how to steal a car you're all good to go, "Would you please answer the questions?"

"I don't know, but I'm do you."

"Please cooperate."

"Are you going to answer any of my questions." I say back, I usually wouldn't, but this guy is mean.


"So I should stop asking you?"

"Yes." the way the man grits his teeth tells me I'm annoying him.

"Maybe I should keep asking." I say and he sighs. He continues to ask questions that I either answer with a question or just ignore. I really hope this is all worth it. The officer leaves the room and I am stuck alone again. Left alone to think.

           It's been a long while since I was in one of these places. About a year actually. I hated the questions then as much as I do now. Have I even matured at all since I was last questioned. Have I even grown more innocent in that time? Trick question. Losing innocence is all anyone does after they are born. After it's lost you can never get it back.

           Sheriff comes into the room and sits by me in silence for a while. He flips through a file just like the other did. But after a while he just stops and looks at me. I look back at him for a while but look away as if I was a child being scolded by her own father. He doesn't yell. He doesn't even speak. Just looks at me with disappointment. What did I do wrong? I don't know anything. Don't you understand that. Please. Look into my eyes and tell me that you can see I am right. Don't just see the things I've done wrong. I do everything else right.

"Aileen, I looked through your file, and I have reason to believe that you aren't telling us the truth."

"How do you get that from a file?" I say angrily. Why would you read that file?

" You know why. You have a tendency to protect people who are close to you."


(about a year ago)

"You aren't making any sense. Did he do it or not?"

"He didn't do it!"

"Then who else was in the house. Who cut open your family." why. Those images. I can't get them out of my head. I just want them out of my head. I can still taste the blood that stains that house. My family is dead.

"No one else was in the house."

"So he had to have done it." the sheriff calls as if trying to alert everyone of the truth. But only I was there. Only I know what really happened.

"No, it wasn't him. It was something else."

"There is no creature in the world that can slice and dice a household of people and leave you with a scar like that."

"Is this actually going to scar?" I feel my collarbone where the skin was torn and flinch, "It wasn't Will. He wasn't himself, it- something was wrong with him. His appearance, it just, just." I can't find the words. 

"I know you don't want to think it, but it  makes sense. He was the only one with prints on the weapon, and you even said he was the one who did it."

"IT WAS NOT HIM!" I stand angrily and sit back down. It was no use I should just give up.

"Yes it was! You just don't want to admit that your brother was capable of such a thing."

"You will never understand." I say sinking down into my chair. The sheriff finishes his report and leaves the room. Leaves me alone.

           The sheriff introduces me to the sheriff of Beacon Hills who was going to be finishing my report and getting me to my Aunt and Uncles. I don't want to go there. So many memories. I hate Steven for leaving. If he was still here Will wouldn't be the one out to blame for my family. I wouldn't sound crazy.

"Now, Aileen, I have to ask... did your brother ever.."  Sheriff Stilinski's voice trails off and he gestures to the scabs on my collarbone.

"No," I say offended, hiding the scar with my arms, "he wasn't like that."

"I want to believe you when you say that, but when I hear what he did..."

"You could have asked anyone before now, they would all tell you Will would never hurt anyone. He cared too much."

"Maybe that was it, Aileen, William cared too much."

"You don't understand." I put my head in my hands and let out a breath of frustration.

"Then make me understand. If William couldn't do this to you or your family, who could have."

"Mr. Stilinski, do you believe in the supernatural?" I wait for an answer. A long hesitation. Does he actually believe? Finally someone who will understand what happened.

"No, but I do believe your brother had too much on his shoulders and he finally cracked."

"He didn't cause this. If anything, I did... but you wouldn't understand."

           Not long after, I was taken to my Aunt and Uncle's house. I didn't like being there, but the second they showed me to my room and I locked myself away from the world. I slept. I didn't dream or have nightmares. Nothing. Darkness. I could forget what had happened for a while. But what was inevitable was the end. I would wake, and they would all be dead.

           After a few days I'd finally woken from a growing appetite. I tried to eat but just barely kept it down. I took my time away from school. Looking, for something. Proof. Someone knows there are things like Steven out there, and god knows what else. I will find out. No matter what I do. If my family was going to be dead, they may as well have died for a reason. And what a reason that could be, if it were to prove that supernatural things exist and to clear the name of the innocent that have been lost. William. The twins. Father. Mother. The one with mother.



           Yelling comes from outside and the sheriff looks at me for a moment before turning to understand what is going on. Hopefully he saw the surprise on my face. I don't know who took Jackson for sure. I don't know where Scott or Stiles are, I'm not just trying to protect their innocence. Because what you don't already know is that it is already gone.

            I can see Jackson at the station. Telling the story about how he was taken by Scott and Stiles. I didn't think he would be one to escape in a situation like that. Then again he is a kanima now. Who knows what he is capable of? They have Rita pick me up at the station. She starts asking questions about what trouble I could have possibly gotten into. If it hadn't been sheriff Stilinski telling her what had happened, I'm sure that I would be getting questioned still.

           Will did kill my family. But it was because of Steven. Yet if he hadn't been so open to Steven, it wouldn't have happened in the first place. Steven said that I would have to be open to possession in order for him to be able to do so. So far his words have been proven true. But Steven does lie a bunch. I still want to find out about how to get rid of Steven and how to work with him, so I guess I want to follow in my parents footsteps. But I don't want to let the world know there are more things to be worried about. That idea had grown stale with the rest of my past. It's old, gross. and unwanted. A food that has gone rotten. It needs to be thrown out, but your just too lazy. All it is would be...


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