"I can't do this anymore Derek, Lydia and Scott almost died back there!" Stiles said as a loud whisper that came deep from his aching throat. Derek looked at him with his eyes full of sadness and guilt. "It was all my fault Stiles, I thought that maybe if Scott and I pissed them off, they would go for me and not them." Stiles wiped his eyes with frustration, he didn't think that Derek's ideas could get that stupid.
"What made you think of that stupid idea, why would they just go for you when Scott was apart of the so called Pissing Them Off plan." He argued and he started to roam around in a circle in the middle of the woods west of the city. Stiles groaned, he was frustrated beyond belief that the one man that he trusted to keep everyone safe including himself, almost got everyone killed instead.
Derek looked down at the ground covered with dying leafs, he didn't look at Stiles once; he knew that if he glanced at him all he would see is Stiles dissapointment in him. Stiles fell to his knees and he held onto his heart; it hurt from the constant anger that wanted to punch through his chest. Sometimes when people want to hold things in, it isn't possible to hold in; he had to let it out.
He yelled out a cry that croked out of his throat, tears fell from his eyes like a cloud pouring rain over a city of pain and hate. Scott almost got his heart ripped out of his chest from piercing a stake through a werewolf's heart, it was the alfa's girlfriend, gladly Scott sprinted out of the abandoned warehouse fast enough so that the alfa couldn't catch his trail.
Lydia was tied up in a cell underground; two of the werewolfs in the pack were down there watching her suffer. Her wrists were tied together with a thick knot of rope, when Stiles released her there were burns deep in her skin; her wrists were bleeding mercifully. He was scared, he didn't want the girl he had a crush on since third grade lose her life for a dumb sacrifice.
Stiles got up from the ground slowly and he looked up at Derek with hate, but forgiveness was deep down inside his soul; it was just blocked up by a thick wall. He shook his head at the guy he trusted with his life, he covered his mouth with his hand and one last tear fell from his left eye; he was done showing sadness. He had to get over it or something else that's bad might happen to someone he cares about, if it was Derek; he wasn't sure if he would care or not.
"I have to go." He said, his voice was quiet and soaked with hurt, Derek tried to grab his arm, but Stiles threw a finger up in the air to let him know he didn't want to be touched. "I'll get better Derek, just work on taking care of business with those werewolfs in a decent manner this time." He explained and he walked away from Derek, his hands were in fists and the sadness that was in his expression dissappeared along with his sorrow.
Derek inhaled and exhaled deeply, he wanted Stiles to turn back to him and forgive him already, but by the looks of it, he wasn't going to for awhile. Derek covered his mouth and shut his eyes, he was strong, but not strong enough to keep the tears from slipping out of his closed eyes. Wrods couldn't explain the torture he was being put through as Stiles walked away from him, but soon he was out of his sight which shattered his heart.
Derek wasn't hurt just because Scott and Lydia were almost killed and Stiles was heartbroken from that. But it was also because Stiles almost got killed in the warehouse. The alfa took him by the throat while Derek was chained up to the metal wall, he wasn't strong enough to rip the chains from the wall. Every second that Stiles was choking, so was he; the pain got so unbearable that he tugged and tugged out of his chains before Stiles lungs ran out of time.
His eyes slowly started to close as Derek got out of the chains, he used his speed to throw the alfa through the glass window and knock him out for almost half a minute before he started to get back up. He grabbed Stiles and sprinted out of the warehouse and through the woods, that was when the lecture from Stiles started, and it was never forgotten.