Chapter 2

Lydia was leaning on my car, waiting for me.

"Hi." She said not at all interested, she was just focusing on messing with her nails.

"What do you want?" I asked, still a look of surprise on my face.

"I wanted to invite you to a party this Friday." She said begrudgingly.

"Why?" I didn't want to touch this with a ten foot pole, why was she inviting me? She knew I had always hated parties. Everyone got drunk, the non-alcoholic drinks were spiked within the first five minutes, and it was always musty and everyone grinded against each other like a big orgy, I'd rather get mauled by the mountain lion roaming the streets.

"Because I'm being forced to." She said with a sigh, and then popping the gum I never noticed she had.

Before I answered my phone buzzed and I looked at the message.

Going to be late, no leftovers, make your own dinner. - Jordan aka step-dad.

I can't say he's stepfather of the year, he barely cares for me and half their arguments are about maybe sending me away since I guess apparently I'm a burden. Then I thought over the current situation, I'd be home alone sitting and binge watching netflix, then I'd do homework and stressing about school before passing out, and then waking up late and get harassed. Fun, I know. I built up my courage, which wasn't much.

"Sure, I-I'll go." I muttered.

"Alright, be sure not to embarrass yourself. And please, before I gouge my own eyes out, for the love of god, don't wear anything like that." She said and sashayed away.

This is going to be a fun night.

I was extremely, absolutely wrong. The only person that I could only assume was a potential friend, Allison, had left with some guy after Scott McCall had freak out and left with Stiles Stilinski following suit.

What was I thinking? This isn't fun, and it definitely isn't better than a Netflix binge. Everyone was grinding against each other, and the only drink without alcohol now has vodka swirling in it.

Inside, everyone was nearly drunk off their asses, sloppily making out, every half hour or so you could see girls leading guys upstairs. It was hot and sweaty, something I'm not a fan of, it made me pretty much sick to my stomach. Outside were a few stragglers, some stoners, I think considering they were puffing smoke from something that obviously wasn't a cigarette.

Choose Delia, a sweaty and loud atmosphere, or outside where very few people were. I think the choice was extremely obvious.

Just as I was about to slide the door open someone shoved me into the glass door. I could feel his hands rubbing along my arms and across my sides. I froze, my entire body went rigid.

"How bout' we take this party upstairs?" He asked, his breath had reeked of alcohol, it made me gag. I shoved him away and violently shook my head no and tried to slide the door, but I guess he locked it when he shoved me into the door. I tried to walk around him, I was already starting to panic. He easily slid in front of me and quickly shoved me to the wall and trapped me there with his arms.

"Stop!" I screamed trying to fight him off but he kept making his advances.

"I'm not asking anymore." He growled.

I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that someone had heard me. He was built like a truck, and I was still frozen with fear, even if I could do something it wouldn't have much of an effect. We were in a position that if someone saw us he would look like we were in a make out session, like half of the party was.

I tried shrinking more into the wall, all of the sudden he was ripped off me. I opened my eyes, releasing the breath I'd been holding. I looked to see what happened, I saw a large man, wearing leather repeatedly punching the almost rapist. The person on the floor, his face was literally being smashed in, his nose was obliterated and you could faintly see some of his teeth being knocked out of place, blood was soaking his shirt and his face was already bloody and swollen. He was going to be beaten to death for sure. I wasn't used to being exposed to this kind of violence, it was making panic even worse. I could feel my chest constricting with fear, my throat drying, and my heart trying to tear its way through my ribs and flesh. I was scared. I couldn't see much, my vision was spotting, and I could tell he was being ripped off the boy. I felt someone grab my arm and pull me away, towards the front of the house. I looked behind me to see the crowd had all turned their attention to the boy, the music had stopped.

"Delia, come on. Hurry up." I could hear him say. I was so out of it, I could barely walk. He stormed out of the house with my stumbling in tow.

"Who are you?" I managed to squeak out.

I think my panic attack had subsided, that's never really happened, it never just ended. Why was that?

"Derek Hale." He said shortly.

"I'm Delia." I said, not really trusting him with my full name, I didn't know him.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"My house." He said roughly.

I slipped my arm out of his grip.

"Thank you, Derek, for saving me but, I'd rather not go to some shady strangers house." I said softly. I just wanted to go home and sleep, though I already knew I wouldn't be getting much of it, though some is better than none at all.

"You're not in any condition to be driving or being by yourself." He said slowly, as if not to get any more I worked up than he already was.

"I haven't any alcohol. I'm not drunk or high, just shaken up. I want to go home." I said checking my phone. Sweetie, I'm being held up at work and Jordan wants to be alone.

My shoulders sagged, it's not what you think, she's not making me stay out of the house so he can watch the game, it meant he had been drinking, and he's not exactly all that peaceful when he's drunk. She didn't want me near all of that when it happens because she knows how I react.

When this happens I go to this abandoned house in the middle of the woods, it was the victim of an arson, I never really looked into it though, it was quite peaceful, extremely creepy, but it was a nice place in my opinion. I might go there tonight.

"I'm fine, and again thank you for the offer, and saving me, but I'll just go home." I lied, I didn't want to deal with anything right now.

"Fine." He conceded.

I walked away, my car further down the large drive way. The further I walked away from him, the more I felt weak. This can't be good, did he drug me when I was dazed? Surely I would've notice him injecting me with something, or maybe shoving some pill down my throat. If he did it didn't make sense, why save me if he was just going to do the same thing the guy was going to do to me. I quickly shook that thought from my head and shivered in fear. As soon as I reached my car my legs couldn't hold themselves under my weight and I fell to my knees. I held myself with one hand on the locked door handle in order not to face plant the ground. My breathing grew ragged, what was happening to me? Soon my eye sight grew darker and darker, until I felt arms wrap around my waist just as I fell into unconsciousness.

A/N: Ooh, Derek made an appearance, yay. And don't worry next chapter Scott will definitely be making an appearance. Also, if you wanted to know, I'll be making a Stiles/OC fanfiction soon and a Derek/OC fic, I might do Jackson too, I don't know yet. I think I might also develop a schedule on which day which fanfiction will updated. If you want to know it'll be in my bio. I also want to ask if you would review so I know what you readers dislike, like if I'm not correctly describing the characters, and if you have any constructive criticism on how to improve my writing it would be more than appreciated.

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