Truth Revealed

Kahlee had kept a low profile for the past week. She had not wanted for anybody else to be able to find her in a town which was now basically full of people from her past. She called in sick to work and had taken to the gym, not like a werewolf really needed to go to the gym but she wanted to quicken up a little more if that where even possible as well as get out some pent up frustration with the world/ She'd usually go to Peter. However the Beta werewolf had taken to sulking like a gigantic five year old after the fight that they had with her father and how they had basically turned tails and ran for it when it got to be too much. She didn't feel like it was a shameful thing to run from her father, what had she been doing for the past two years after all. Peter however, it had wounded his ego a little.

After her period of solice, she had decided to find where Mikhal had been hiding. He said he would deal with it, he promised that he'd get her father away from the town and all of it's people not turn him into an even worse version of himself that came stamping around town killing cops and whoever else was in his way at the time. She was living in fear, as much as she did not want to admit that, her father needed to go, in a fairy tale world both of the men would be completely out of her life but she had never been that lucky.

So Kahlee had put her mind to use, after a trip to the police station, a secret night trip when there where very few guards on duty and half of those that where had ended up falling alspee she had found Mikhal's fake records and found out where he had been staying for his time in Beacon Hills. She guessed that he had found himself some sort of place so that it did not look too conspicous, a random young police officer just showing up in the middle of nowhere wanting a job was a little weird after all. A little like Parrish she had come to realise. She had then chosen the day that was marked as Mikhals off day to stalk his apartment. Camping out on a roof where she could see through the windows for when he was in and out of the house, she noticed him come in, possible from the shift that previous night.

Slowly making her way toward the building she had to think about how she was going to get into his apartment. Would he actually let her in or was this going to end up as a bit of a brawl? She didn't really care at the minute. When she reached his door, instead of knocking like a normal person would do she kicked it with the hell of her foot a good number of times. Any harder and she would have left marks, she felt the urge to do just that but stopped herself.

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Kahlee had already figured otut hat with the way she hit the door he could tell she was pissed, otherwise he would have probably asked her what the hell she thought she was playing at instead of just letting her into his house. She slid in from behind, again kicking the door so that it shut behind them. She took a few seconds to look around the place, it was easily twice, perhaps three times the size of her own tiny apartment, but then again she doubted that he was low on cash. It was very simple, plain, everything that she could see had some sort of use, there was nothing there just to look at but then again she doubted that he would be staying here for all that long, or at least that is what she hoped.

"I broke into the sherrif's office." she admitted without a care in the world "All your information is there. Including your address." She shrugged as she walked around the room, keeping an eye on him and what he was doing, she knew how quickly he could snap should he want to. And as mch as she had been traning and making herself stronger in the past few days, more to take her anger out on inanimate objects rather than other people, she still wasn't good enough to take Mikhal on. Not without a death wish anyway.

"I want to know what the hell my father's playing at considering his death count is already up to seven!" She snapped at him, eyes bright blue, not being able to help it, only being able to be angry, something she was feeling a lot recently "The day after you found me, the day after I found him in a bar. The bar I work at Mikhal!" Maybe she was taking this all out on him a little too much, but she couldn't help it, he told her he'd get rid of him or at least stop his rampage not set him off even worse "When a drunk guy starts shouting the name Kimberly and acting like a god damn sociopath people tend to talk! I will not let anybody ruin the life that I've made here!" She didn't know it herself but she was crying now. She was fighting to keep this life, her life, safe and in one piece and her father wasn't helping. Her past never helped her.

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Kahlee continued to wander around the apartment while he spoke. There was nothing personal there. It scared her a little bit. No pictures no homely things. Nothing. It was a blank canvas apart from the necessities. She turned and raised an eyebrow when he mentioned how breaking and entering didn't seem like her "Yeah well I've changed a lot in two years." She replied simply with a shrug of her shoulders "I couldn't be the doe eyed little girl forever."

She could tell that she had wound him up the wrong way and that he was losing it. He still scared her. And she hated that. She tried to hold her ground to not back down to him but couldn't do it. He scared her. The big bad alpha her father introduced her too all those years ago scared her still to this very day. She cried out when he grabbed her by the throat. All but forcing her onto the Worktop so that he could stare right into her now ice blue eyes. Both her hands where wrapped around his trying to get him to loosen his grip on her before he strangle her into unconsciousness.

When he finally turned away and let go she coughed air back into her lungs. He had made one or two scratch marks on her neck but they where nothing serious. It took her a minute or two to recover. She thought about leaving. Instead she didn't. Looking at the back of his neck that was now open to her she leaped from the counter and dug her nails into his skin.

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Notes: sorry it's late my muse died a little.