Chapter 1

Flashback:

7 year-old Chloe Elizabeth McCall sat in her half empty room, still packing to leave. It was the day she had dreaded. Her father finally got custody of her, much to her dismay. She and her brother, the dynamic duo, were being separated. The door flew open and in walked Scott.

"Well, everything's in the car…" He trailed off, sighing.

"Well uh, this is the last box." She said, pointing to the box that sat on her lime green and pink comforter. At that moment, the McCall siblings best friend Stiles Stilinski burst through the door, high on Adderall.

"AM I TOO LATE?! DID CHLO LEAVE?!" He shouted dramatically. Chloe rolled her eyes and smiled.

"No, you idiot! I'm right here. Dude, you really should lay off the Adderall." She said, shaking her head at her best friend. She immediately felt saddened at the thought of being a few minutes away from leaving the only home she's ever known aside from the Stilinski home. She stood up and sighed.

"Well guys, I guess this is goodbye…" She trailed off, feeling tears spring to her eyes.

"CHLOE ELIZABETH. LET'S GO! NOW!" Her father shouted. She sighed and grabbed the very last box off her bed.

The two followed the youngest McCall downstairs and out the door. Her parents were on opposite sides, both fuming with anger. They had obviously just finished a heated argument. Melissa McCall had never thought she would see the day that her only daughter would leave her care so soon. Chloe looked back to her brother and best friend and sighed. She flipped her dark brown bangs out of her face and moved toward them, preparing for a tearful goodbye.

"I'm gonna miss you guys so much." She said, hugging the two of them, holding back her tears. They squeezed her back, practically clinging to her for dear life.

"We'll talk everyday baby sister, I promise." Scott told her, kissing her head.

"Yeah, Chlo! It'll be like you never left! Except your leaving…so yeah." Stiles said, trying not to be totally awkward. She nodded and smiled at the pair. She moved on to her mom.

"Goodbye mom. I love you so much." Chloe said, as tears fell. She squeezed her mom one last time and got into her dads SUV.

END FLASHBACK.

Chloe got out of her pool, squeezing her deep brown hair out on the concrete surrounding her pool. She wrapped herself in a towel and walked into her gigantic house. She never really liked living in a big house. Too many rooms, too many lonely nights by herself. Her dad was always working late, sometimes never came home until days later. She ran up to her room and quickly redressed into her normal clothes and threw her damp suit into her hamper. She ran down the 2 flights of stairs and went into her kitchen where her dad sat.

"Get packed." He told her, sipping his coffee.

"Uh, WHAT?!" She exclaimed. What the hell does he mean 'get packed'?! Last time she had checked, no one was moving in nor out.

"Your moving back home." He told her, leaving the kitchen.

"But this is my home..?" She said questioningly. This was starting to freak her out.

"No, this is not your home. Well not anymore. You're going back to Melissa's. I have tons of things to do that don't involve me taking care of a child." He told her, sounding annoyed.

"OH I'M SORRY, DOES MY PRESENCE ANNOY YOU?" She shouted, running up to her room. She got everything together and started packing. Her dad walked into her room a few minutes later.

"What in the hell do you want?!" She asked, venom in her voice. Her dad's expression softened.

"It's not that I don't want you, it's just I can't really take care of you with all these business trips I constantly have. You will be better off with your mother and brother. They love you and they really miss you." He told her. She sighed and nodded. Truthfully, she was ecstatic that she was being shipped back to her mom and brother, but she would never tell her father that.

"Alright, I understand dad. When do I leave?" She asked.

"Tomorrow. I'll drop you off at the airport. Scott will pick you up from there when you land." He told her, getting up to leave. She smiled to herself.

"Alright." She said, trying to sound sad. She finished packing her belongings and packed a suitcase to take with her. Her other belongings would be shipped to her moms.

She showered and picked her outfit for the plane. She shot a text to her brother, whom she hadn't really spoken with since she left. She pulled back her comforter and snuggled into bed, preparing for the long journey back home. Back to her real home. Florida had never really seemed like home to her. Her true home would always be Beacon Hills. Always.