Don't Touch Me

Chapter 1

ScottPOV-(4 years old)

My mom and I were in the attic when I saw something in the corner covered in dust.

"Mommy what's that box?" I asked touching it.

"Scott do touch that." She hissed.

"Is it a secret?" I asked looking at it.

"Yes Scott its a secret now go to your room." She said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, remember early today when you got blood on your walls." She said looking at me.

"But, it wasn't my fault you hit me." I said pointing at her.

"So I told you to do something and you thought it would be funny to do the opposite." She said innocently, as if ,"Now go to you room, you know whats coming."

"Yes mom." I answered. Pain.


(8 years old)

"Hey baby who was school." My mom asked, pretending to be nice because Stiles and Isaac were here.

"Good." I answered with a smile and gave her a hug. It was a lie we played to people I seemed to be a momma's boy, but what happens in this house is nothing that would make any kid wanna move in next door. She slaps me, punches me, kicks me, ties me up, spanks me, and sometimes burn me. I hate her, I hate my father, I hate them both, but why do I still love and forgive them.

"Come on Scott lets go play video games." Stiles said going upstairs with Isaac.

"Yea wait for me." I said, I turned around to my mom while she sent me a death glare.

2 hours later

I was waiting for her, I knew she would come in here any minute telling me she loves me and that she always will. So I sat there waiting, waiting to here her lies.

"Oh Scott..." My mom said in singy song voice. As she entered my room holding something behind her back.

"Mom no please, my room is clean and I organized the video games, I-" I was cut off by duct tape being covered over my mouth, it was no use anyway.

"Know Scott you now I love you, but your to young to understand." With that she handcuffed my hands to the head board. Pain.


(14 years old)

Its gotten worse. My friends see me as the always fun and cheerful type. If only they new, after the years my mom started doing stuff to me. She would lock me in a close confined space for hours a day until I was on the verge of dying with my asthma is happens faster. She hangs my by my wrist onto the ceiling and tells me she loves me and she always will, then she leaves me down in the basement, turning down temperature to 45 degrees while I'm only in my gym shorts for up to 2-3 hours. I'm dying and she doesn't even know it.


(Present)(Scott got bitten, Jackson is a wolf, Lydia and Allison are still there, Isaac, Erika, Boyd ad Derek are werewolves including Scott, Stiles is magic.)

(8:30pm) To Scott:

Dude pack meeting now.

(9:00) To Stiles:

I Can't make it tonite.

(9:08) From Stiles"

Why you missed like 3 already and Derek pretty pissed right now.

(9:20) From Stiles

Dude...

I hid my phone before my mother could come to my door.

"Scott my friends are coming over." She said.

"Okay and?" I asked.

"They know what you are Scott, and they want to see how long you can hold up." She said with a sly smile. Monster.

I sighed and got up to one of my drawers and pull out a pair of handcuffs, "Here" He said handing them to her.

"Scott I'm so sorry, I love you, I always will." She said softly stroking my arm.

"Don't Touch Me." I said walking past her and into the basement.

"Scott I-" She started coming down he stairs.

"I don't care just do it." I said standing in the middle of old blood. Just then the doorbell rang, "I'll be right back Scott." She she opened the door I smelled it wolfsbane. I ran to where I hid my phone and texted Stiles.

To Stiles:

I'm gonna die tonite.


5 minutes later her three friends came it. "Scott you know what to do." Lauren said.

I grabbed the handcuffs from my mother and tied myself to the metal ring on the ceiling. Katherine brought a container looking thing that was filled with wolfsbane and plugged it in. They started by blindfolding me and dragging a knife across my chest and my stomach teasing my skin before tearing it and dragging it again whipping me, punching me, slapping me. I couldn't breath, I could heal, I was cold, everything was getting blacker. When I heard the sound of the door being broke open and hearing growls. I felt someone take me down and throw me over their shoulder.

"It's okay Scott, I got you."

"Isaac."I muttered. Pain. Safe.

"Hang in there." He said pulling me close to his chest.


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