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I woke up, yet again, in a different place. Talk about musical chairs, but in this case, musical places... Worse joke ever. I sat up, muscles aching but not as bad as yesterday. This place looked extremely...Broken? Everything was dark and it smelt like smoke. There was a draught coming through the room. Talk about needing a decoration. After stretching out for a minute, I decided to go have a look for someone, I mean seriously where the hell is everyone?! "Guys?" I shouted out. Silence. Okay, maybe they all went out for a wolfy run together? Yeah, that sounds... legit. I walked to the window and it dawned on me where I was. The old Hale house. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked outside. Why the heck are we here?
"Hello?" I asked cautiously. Something didn't seem right. It all seemed off. "Stilinski? What a.. surprise." The voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned face to face with him. "You shouldn't be here, do you really want to test my pack when they find you on their land?" I threatened. "Oh, but your not a part of the pack right? Your the human. Your just the little pet that follows them around." I opened my mouth to have a cocky comeback but stopped. He was right. "What do you want? Haven't you already brought enough pain? I'm no longer against letting Derek rip your throat out with his teeth. In fact, I'm all for it. I can vividly imagine that actually. I think I would laugh. Or scream in fear. One of the two but that's beside the point. You should leave before they decide to kill you anyway. Just because I'm not pack, doesn't mean they don't need me. I'm their walking encyclopedia." He rose his eyebrow and stared me down. "Do you really want a replay of what I can do Mr. Stilinski? Because I'm not afraid of you, or some little werewolves. I've killed hundreds of them before, do you really think I'm scared to add a few more to that list?" I gulped, he was telling the truth, I didn't need to be a werewolf to know that. "Well last time you had a advantage, after all you had pushed me down the stairs before hand, by the way, thanks for that you son of a bitch." I narrowed my eyes as he laughed. "You think you can take me?" He asked me, taunting me. "You know what Gerard? Fuck you." I replied stiffly and grappled for my phone which should be in my pocket. It wasn't.
He smiled sickeningly at me and began striding towards me. "Shall we have some fun Mr Stilinski?" I began backing away but he was faster. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt then kneed me in the gut. I bent over, groaning. I just cannot catch a break. He pushed me backwards onto the floor and stamped on my chest. I'm pretty sure that crack was one of my ribs. "No screaming? You know I like when you scream." He lifted his foot and moved it above my shin, then slammed it down. That was definitely a break. I howled in pain, tears streaming down my cheeks. "That's more like it." He slammed his foot down again and again on my shin, breaking it far worse than before. I could feel droplets of sweat beading down my forehead. "Nononononono, please stop it, please! It hurts, it hurts!" I gasped for air and then my body jolted multiple times. I gasped one more time and then-
"Stiles! Wake up! Your dreaming, it's just a dream okay?" I dived up and screamed out. "Get off me, get off, get off, get off!" I began hitting the body that stood in front of me. "Stiles, it's me, it's Isaac okay?" I felt another hand on my shoulder and looked around, eyes wild. "We're all here, me, Derek, Erica and Boyd. I think Scott is on his way over." Isaac said, rubbing my back. "He better be on his way over, we've already waited half an hour..." I heard Boyd mutter under his breath. "What happened? What did you dream about?" Erica sat next to me and murmured softly. I shook my head wildly. "None of you were there, I woke up alone. I looked around but you weren't there, I was alone. It was so dark and I was scared. Gerard was there and he began t...threatening me. I said you would come but..." I stopped. I looked up as Isaac nudged me slowly. "But what?" I took a deep breath. "He told me you wouldn't and he's right... I'm not pack. You only rescued me last time because Boyd and Erica was there. It was because I'd saved Derek before... A way to repay for the past... I knew it. He grabbed me and he kneed me. He slammed his feet down onto my chest and then he broke my leg. It hurt...It hurt so bad and I wanted it to stop but it didn't. He just carried on and I couldn't do anything to stop it and I was so scared and I just... I just-"
I began gasping for air. I pushed myself up and tried to run out of the train cart. I fell into the wall and stumbled around. Everything felt wrong. "Stiles? What's happening? Breathe!" I shook my head, gasping again and slid to the floor. "Hurts- can't- can't." I felt a hand pushing my arm, rocking me back and forth. "-iles!" I looked up, world spinning. "Calm down! Breathe!" Derek commanded me, eyes glowing red. "Can't! I-" Isaac interrupted me and spoke. "It's a panic attack! I got them sometimes when my dad...When he used to hurt me." I nodded my head back and forth. "How- it?- Isaac- do-" I blinked, black spots appearing in my vision. "Sorry -this Stiles." Isaac apologized. I felt confused, what was he- There was a sudden stinging sensation in my cheek. I blinked in shock and stared at him. "What.. Why did you do that?" Erica laughed in relief and Derek shook his head. Boyd cracked a slight smile. "When I had panic attacks my dad would hit me and they would stop almost instantly so I thought..." He trailed off. I nodded. "Thank you." I murmured quietly. Derek knelt down to where I was and looked me in the eyes.
"Stiles, why would you think your not pack?" He asked me solemnly. I tried to crack a smile. "What? Who me? When did I ever-" I was cut off by a snarl. I sighed and looked down. "Scott never.. I didn't think I was pack. It was always Scott wanting to stay away, so I stayed with him. I guess we were the Omegas. I wanted to come and be part of this pack, to help you but I couldn't leave Scott. He's my best friend. He's my brother. We would do everything together but ever since he became a wolf he just... He's distant now. He doesn't trust you. At one point I didn't either but... I realized it's not your fault who we got a first impression from. Your crazy uncle is sufficiently terrifying but I'm not about to tag you with the same label even though you have a resting serial killer face. I just never thought... I thought that you guys only kept my around because there are these odd moments when I'm actually the smart one who has these brilliant ideas sometimes. I never really thought... I still don't think..." I trailed off into silence. "Your right." Boyd said. I swallowed the lump in my throat and stood. "Okay then I'll just g-" "You don't think Stilinski. How could you think that even for a second you weren't pack? You really think this group of werewolves would keep you around if we didn't like you? Your pack. We all knew it. You proved that though, when you decided you would rather take a beating than rat out Derek. Like Gerard said, the instinct to protect your Alpha is too strong. You were Derek's first Beta, but you pushed your way in rather than being insinuated. Your pack. Don't forget that."
I gaped at Boyd. "I think that's the most I've ever heard you say, like ever." He laughed softly. "C'mere you idiot." Erica said softly. She grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug. The others soon followed.
This is how it should've been when I was hurt while I was with Scott. He should've told me that, should've hugged me like this. This isn't just a pack. It's my family.