Let Him Break (Even True Alphas Break Sequel)
A/N
This piece is written with permission from the lovely Rebel277, who wrote Even True Alphas Break.
This is set after Scott's breakdown with the pack. Set directly after her story ends. I would also suggest reading Rebel277 Even True Alphas Break, before reading this. Try listing to Flare by The Script, promise you, you will cry.
A/N end.
After almost an hour of sniffling from Scott, he had finally fallen asleep, still clutching Stiles arm like it was his life line, which was probably very true.
Everybody was still shocked at his breakdown; no one had expected it, least of all Stiles.
But he should have seen it coming from miles away, he blamed himself, no one is strong for so long, he had been bound to break sooner or later. He should have seen the signs.
"He cried for Allison. He muttered. He knew that Scott had never fully recovered from her death, had never allowed himself to grieve her death. Unlike the others, he cared more about appearing strong for everybody else, saying that he was okay, even when the people around him very well knew that he was so far from okay that he couldn't be less not-okay.
"She was the only one who never left him. Lydia said softly, as she returned with a washcloth in her hands.
She bend down on her knees and reaches out to wash the blood of Scott's arms from where his claws had dug in. "Nobody dies and returns without consequences. Nobody goes through what he has gone through without breaking.
Lydia remembers all too clearly when Theo had killed him. She had screamed for him, his name on the tips of her lips, unsaid but whispered as she screamed her lungs out for a boy that had finally broken, a boy who had finally gotten enough. She also remembered the moment his heart started beating again, her own stuttering for a beat before resuming beating again. She knew what it was, a true alpha defying death, he wasn't done, wasn't done suffering.
The fire's out but still it burn.
She rubbed the cloth against the bloodied skin on his arms. Allison. She had spent her last breath on him, but she had also died because he had ignored her warning, a warning that said don't look for me. Her heart broke for Scott, for all the pain he had to be in. For blaming himself.
Did you lose what won't return?
Did you love but never lean?
Stiles nodded. Now regretting he had ever been mad at Scott, regretting he hadn't seen the signs, because they had been there, Scott had bags under his eyes and he flinched at every touch, cared for people that no longer cared for him in return.
Having him break down on his side, crying, almost screaming his heart out for a girl who was never coming back, a girl who was long gone. It was more heart breaking than seeing him standing in a puddle of gasoline, holding a flare in his hand and saying that he just wanted to be nobody again. He had left him when he needed him the most.
"I can smell his pain. Malia whispered. She wasn't without fault either. When he had come to her house, she had scented his pain, his blood, but had said nothing, believing what so many believed, that Scott could not be beaten, that he was okay. She had let him leave. Her shirt was still wet from his tears. Malia looked at him, looked past the alpha, past the shield he wore everyday so nobody could see his pain, his grief actions he had no saying in. he hadn't been able to save Hayden, she had died. He blamed himself. He hadn't been able to save Allison, again he blamed himself. Blamed himself for being too late, for not doing something when he could have done nothing. He blamed himself for everything, it was easy to forget that underneath it all, he too was just a kid.
She felt his pain like it was her own.
Felt his grief for letting them down.
Felt his anger over being too weak.
She looked at Liam who was standing by one of the couches and she couldn't hold back the snarl as she took a step toward him with her nails turning to claws. "You did this! You caused this. He couldn't save Hayden and you know it. You weren't there for him when he needed you the most. She said it with so much venom in her voice that even Lydia flinched. "None of us were. Malia whispered, where after she stormed out of the room.
He woke up with a scream on his lips, eyes blazing crimson, alert for the next threat. Discovering nothing was out of place; he fell back against the couch and closed his eyes.
He then remembered what happened. He had broken down in front of all of them, cried like a baby.
His anger flared up. He was weak.
But it had felt so good. So good to finally let it all out, to know someone still cared about him. To know that he was still cared for.
He felt the sharp sting of pain with a disturbing lack a reaction. He just wanted it all to stop, for all the pain to go away. He wanted Allison to come back to him and tell him that everything was going to be alright, because how could it be anything else when she said it, he just wanted it all to end. He didn't think that he deserved their concern.
Suddenly hands were on his writs, urging him to let go, to pull his claws back in again. A voice came through to him "Scott. Scott, please let go, stop it. The voice whispered softly. He shook his head and let out a sob, all while rocking back and forward while his death grip in his arms only tightened.
The voice sighed "You are not giving us much choice here Scott. He could feel the hands let go of his wrists and voice called out "Liam. Grab him from behind. He heard a shuffle of feet and then a strong set of arms grabbed him from behind while the hands on his wrists had returned.
At once the hands pulled and his claws slipped away from his skin. He tried to fight, to feel the pain again, because he deserved it, he deserved to bleed. But then there were the arms from behind, holding him in an iron grip, not allowing him to bleed, to suffer.
Words were whispered in his ears "Scott please listen, listen to me Scott. Stop fighting me, please
Scott. The voice was so soft, so pleading that he couldn't not listen to it.
Slowly he stopped struggling against his betas grip. He turned around and hugged the boy with all his might, almost crushing him, all while he began crying again, head down Liam's shoulder, taking the comfort his beta offered him so willingly and he let himself break again, knew he needed it to start healing his inner wounds, but also to forgive himself.
Did you find it hard to breathe?
Did you cry so much that you could barely see?
And break he did. The true alpha's cry could be heard in the entire house. Hugging his beta they stayed like that for a long time. The smell of blood slowly disappearing and the smell of pack and healing replacing
it. Because he had finally allowed himself to grieve, to break.
Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone
Cause someone's out there, sending out flares.
A/N.
Well, I'll admit I made myself cry, like a lot. I would appreciate a review, good or bad doesn't matter.
Rebel277 I hope you will leave a review once you have read it, and tell me how I did, if you like it or not please do tell.
Poor Scott.