Abbey McCall

Allison couldn’t help but cringe the slightest when the word mom fell from the other brunette’s mouth. She didn’t like the label that made this whole thing seem more real. She couldn’t believe the words that this girl was saying, she wouldn’t allow herself. “I’m still getting used to the idea of werewolves and now this..it’s just all too much.” She shook her head, her gaze falling to her boot covered feet. This was all crazy. Everything about this situation. Allison shrugged her shoulders, her head canting to the side faintly. “I—I don’t know, okay.”She looked at Abbey, a sigh of defeat passing her lips. “Fine, say this is real, but you telling me about Scott being a werewolf and me being an archer doesn’t prove anything. You could have easily gotten that information from somebody else.”

Abbey's eyes narrowed as she gave her mother a stern, and holding glare. "Are you really that stupid?" She asked, the words slipping before she could stop herself. There was no point in stopping now, she'd already said it. "Grandpa, and Kate. They're werewolf hunters, Kate died when Peter Hale killed her in the house that she burned down. Grandma killed herself because she was becoming a werewolf, because Derek bit her after she tried to kill dad at some rave. Don't you dare. DON'T YOU EVEN FOR ONE SECOND, DARE TELL ME THAT YOU AREN'T MY MOTHER. YOU CAN'T SIT THERE AND THINK THAT I HEARD THAT FROM SOMEONE ELSE, BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ISN'T TRUE. YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ANYONE ABOUT THAT AT THE POINT OF TIME WE'RE IN." She yelled, not meaning to raise her voice as much as she did. She felt tears well up in her eyes as her voice cracked.

“So, I have two kids,” She repeated incredulously. “Prove it to me…what? Where are you going?” She called after the girl’s retreating figure. Letting out a sigh, she started following the brunette to the her parked car. Allison stood a few feet away from the girl, watching intently as Abbey brought out an arrow from the trunk of her car and she fired it towards a tree in the distance. She displayed archery skills to perfection. “You can’t possibly think I believe that just because you can shoot an arrow means I taught you and that you’re my daughter. Do you know how crazy this all sounds?” Allison didn’t mean to be so hostile towards the girl, but she couldn’t really believe the words that this girl was voicing. It just all sounded too insane.

She groaned "Seriously, mom? You're that closed minded, after everything you've already seen, you don't believe me? You can't think this is impossible. Bet you thought werewolves were impossible, too." She sighed, her eyes glowing bright yellow, her face changing. "Yea, I got that from dad. Ya know, dad. Scott McCall. If I was a complete stranger, then how would I know that he's a werewolf? How would I know that you were an archer. And you can't possibly sit there and tell me I don't look at least a little bit like you." She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Wait, wait, wait.” She shook her head as if trying to rid the crazy words that this girl was voicing. “First you come here and tell me you’re my daughter, and now there’s more of you? As in I apparently have more than one kid. Do you understand how crazy that sounds?” She didn’t know what to think. Either this girl was telling her the honest truth, or she was down right demented. She wanted the latter to be the truth, but how could she wish for someone to be insane? It was highly selfish. Finally letting a defeated sigh pass her lips, she let her gaze fall on the girl. “I’m sorry, just, you dropping something like this one me makes it hard for me to believe. But, it’s nice to meet you Abbey.” She offered her her best smile. 

Abbey looked at her mother, the look in her eyes more worried than ever. "You only have two kids...me, and Alex. My older brother. If you want me to prove it to you, then fine." She said hastily, walking over to the beat up looking mini van she'd been driving and opening the trunk, reluctantly pulling out a crossbow, equipping it with an arrow then turning toward a tree where many birds perched. She aimed for the bird in the very middle and shot. Straight through the heart. She turned back to Allison, her gaze softer. "I learned that from you."

“…sorry? Do you just say you’ve never tried custard? It’d make since if you said you’d never tried FISH custard but just custard? Why?”

She shrugged. "My mom never let me have sweets. I'd get a mini dixie cup a month, IF I was lucky." She rolled her eyes.

“Fish custard?” She asked curiously, tilting her head to the side a bit smiling.

“Fish custard.” He confirmed. “It’s just what it says on the tin, fish fingers and custard and it’s delicious!” He grinned. “Want some?”

"I don't think I've ever actually tried custard..."