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Am I going Insane?

My blood is boiling inside of my veins

An evil feeling attacks

My body's aching, there's no turning back

So take your eyes of the trigger

I'm not to blame if your world turns to black.

Jackson pulled up in front of his house, he was about to get out of the car when he noticed something strange. His window was wide open, with his curtains blowing outside it from the wind. He never opened that unless he was trying to sneak out of the house or sneak a girl into his room. His parents would never open it either, they are too concerned about the importance of health and safety, even though it's very unlikely that Jackson would fall out of the window.

Jackson slowly stepped away from his car and walked up to the front door, bracing himself he turned the door knob. It was locked, nobody was home so how was his window open?

He placed the key into the door and slowly opened it, making sure that there was a wide enough gap between himself and the door, he needed an escape route.

Realizing there was nobody in the house, he walked inside, still on alert just in case. Jackson glanced around the room, making sure he covered every spot. The downstairs was clear, making his way to the stairs he noticed a long scratch like drawing on the wall. Terrified he slowly backed away, glancing around the room again and then turning back to the scratch, the scratch didn't look human like, it went all the way from the ceiling down to the floor, something much more deadly had made that.

Jackson ran back out of the house and got into his car, he couldn't stay in the house, something was telling him that it wasn't safe. He started the engine and drove away not really sure where he was going.

Jackson surprised himself as he drove up the muddy pathway to the deserted house, he had no idea why he was going here. What good would it do? All he knew was that he didn't want to be alone right now, he needed to feel save and there was only one person who made he feel protected.

He switched off the engine and got out of the car, carefully stepping over a ditch that was in the middle of the pathway, he walked up slowly to the house, immediately regretting coming here. Jackson took a deep breath before knocking the door, but before his knuckle touched the wood, the door flew open. There he stood, staring at him with a confused expression.

Jackson took another deep breath, he turned away from Derek's intense stare, the man was making him feel nervous. How could Jackson have thought that Derek would make him feel safe, he probably didn't even remember the boy. No Jackson was probably just a play thing to him.

''Jackson? Why have you come here?'', Derek asked, not sounding accusing but interested.

Jackson brought his eyes back up to look at Derek, he didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell the man that he actually wanted to see him again, Derek would think he was insane.

''I umm-'', Jackson began.

Derek stared at the boy, waiting for an answer.

''Somethin-somebody broke into my house and I didn't want to stay there so I came here - but I don't know why'', Jackson explained honestly, lowering his voice at the last part.

Derek stared at him before nodding and moving to let Jackson into the house, Jackson was actually surprised he didn't think the man would actually bother to hear him out let alone let him in.

Derek watched the boy walk into the house, he actually felt really concerned, who could have broken into his house? Derek would admit that he watched the house sometimes but he had never entered it, he had wanted to but he couldn't risk it, why would he want to scare the residents and make himself look more dangerous.

Derek followed Jackson into one of the side rooms, he looked around the room, realizing that this room had been a living room once before the fire. He really needed to sort this house out, he needed to remove the memories so that perhaps he could move on, but why would he do that? He didn't deserve to move on, he deserved to stay with the pain forever.

''So umm- Look can we talk about last night?'', Jackson asked, growing a little bit more confident, he wanted answers.

Derek simply nodded.

''What do you want to talk about Jackson?'', Derek asked.

Jackson glared at the man, as if it is not obvious, no Derek wanted him to spell it out.

''You kissed me and then we umm- you know'', Jackson stated.

Derek continued to stare at the teenager, Jackson wanted answers that he could not provide, he couldn't tell him why he slept with him. Jackson wouldn't understand, if Derek told him that he was a werewolf, he would run a mile and he didn't even want to know what Jackson would do if he told him he was in love with him, he would think he was some manic. They hadn't long ago met.

''Look Jackson, we were both pretty much out of it last night, I wanted sex and you were just there, nothing else to it'', Derek felt his stomach twitch with guilt at the look of betrayal on Jackson's face.

It had to be like this, he couldn't tell the boy the truth. Derek didn't want Jackson to think that he was just a quick fuck but there wasn't anything else he could do.

Jackson nodded, not in understanding. ''I get it, I was just some meaningless fuck, well fuck you and thanks for a shit night Hale'', Jackson yelled before storming past Derek and out of the room.

Jackson ran to his car, locking the doors when he climbed in. He banged his head against the steering wheel, trying to shake off the embarrassment. Why on earth did he go there, why would he think that Derek was more than some average guy just wanting to sleep with him. Derek was a prick and he used him just like Jackson had used so many girls, I guess this is what karma feels like, he had gotten a taste of his own medicine, but it felt worse than that. Yes Jackson had hooked up with a load of girls and never spoke to them again, but Derek was good to him, he was gentle and for a short while Jackson had actually thought that Derek liked him, why else would he have kissed him. But no Derek wasn't any different.

Jackson took a deep breath and gathered himself together before driving off, he didn't know where he was going to go. He couldn't go home, his parents wouldn't be back till late and he really didn't want to be alone in that house. Lydia was out of the question, he really couldn't deal with her yelling at him and Danny would be too touchy. The only place he could think of was Scott's, he hated the guy but at least he wouldn't have to deal with anything touchy from him, plus he needed to talk to him. He needed to know what Scott knows about him and Derek. After all why else would he have stared at him like that in the car park, McCall defiantly knows something and Jackson is going to find out what.

I hope this chapter was okay :) If I'm honest I really don't know where I'm taking this so if you have any ideas please share ;P Thanks for reading! x Btw I promise to update sooner!