It had been another laidback night in the McCall townhome. Dad had just gotten home from a long day of work and Mom was prepping to make our favorite dinner—chicken parm. My mouth salivated just at the thought of it. I had just gotten home from Lucy Parker's house a few blocks down. I'd been shaking the whole walk home. It was an abnormally long winter—today hitting a high of forty degrees. The sleet on the ground was finally melting, giving me the slightest bit of hope that spring was right around the corner.
"Long day at work, hun?" Mom asked Dad.
"Rough, still no leads. But it makes it all worth while to come back home to this little angel." Dad smiled to me as I took off my pea coat. Dad was the head of the Boston police department. He was a pretty big deal. And though he wouldn't tell me much about his cases since I was only seven—almost eight FYI—I did know he was working on one about the cities latest criminal dubbed the 'Boston Killer'. Dad had been working tirelessly to take him down—he was basically a superhero. Dad sat down at the kitchen table, opening up his briefcase before discussing some more information about the case with mom. Struggling at first, I finally hopped up on one of the kitchen counters, looking at my mom's cookbook even though I had no clue what half these words meant. Ugh, ew, why would someone make a vegetable casserole. Like every other seven year old in the world, I hated anything green and not covered in sugar.
"Hayley, what did I say about sitting on the counters?" Mom rang and walked over to me, tapping her fingernails against the granite.
"Sorry." I mumbled, putting the cookbook down but still not getting off. Mom happily rolled her eyes and smiled, messing up the top of my hair and tending herself back to the stove to stir a pot of water.
"How was Lucy's, kiddo?" Dad called from the kitchen table.
"Good. She showed me her new mermaid Barbie I've been wanting forever now. It was so cool."
"Well your birthday's coming up. You never know what you might get." A smile tugged at Moms lip.
"But I can't wait that long. They'll have a new one out by then." I exclaimed with a dragged out sigh. Mom and Dad both smiled at my childish ways. The doorbell rang, catching our attention.
"I'll get it, it's probably James." Dad stated, getting up from the table.
"Who knows, maybe if you do really well on that science test tomorrow, you'll find a surprise when you get home." Mom teased. I jumped off the counter and decided to follow my dad into the foyer where the man, James, closed the front door and locked it. I didn't think anything of it until he pulled out something from his pocket. And just like that, all I could hear was a firework like noise echo in my ears.
Boom.
Boom. Metal clanked against metal as the front doors of the school slammed shut. "Are you stupid? You just risked your life for a piece of metal?" Scott shouted at Stiles. The three of us were inside the school. My fingers tingled and my eyes felt like they were about to fall out of their sockets. Derek Hale had just died. He was the fourth person to die in my presence. My breath was stuck inside my lungs. My head was a mess, I couldn't breathe. I thought I'd throw up, I thought I'd faint. I didn't understand, my brain kept me from doing so. While everything around me was in fast forward, I stayed motionless in the middle of all the commotion. How could this happen? I was just talking to him mere minutes ago. I wanted to sit down but I couldn't move my leg muscles. I felt weak as my heartbeat was racing inside of me. Was this how heart attacks started?
"That wont hold will it?" Scott asked.
"Probably not." Stiles agreed.
"Hayley, come on. We need to move." Scott encouraged, putting his hands on my shoulder. I couldn't shake myself from the memory. It was replaying over and over in my head.
"I—I can't." My lips quivered. Scott realized I was going into shock. He could hear my heart beat rampant in his ears.
"What's—" Stiles didn't get to finish his question before Scott gave him 'the look' where he needed to shut his mouth.
"Hayley, come on. If we're going to be safe, we need to go." Scott tried to rationalize. I reluctantly swallowed back the fear in my throat. It tasted like bile. Outside, we could hear the alpha howl and the three of us looked at each other before running off into a sprint. I wasn't going to let reminiscing get me killed. We ran into one of the English classrooms and started moving the desk to block the door.
"This isn't going to hold him." I panted.
"I know." Scott agreed.
"It's your boss."
"What?" Scott and I cried.
"Deaton? The alpha? Your boss!" Stiles stated.
"No!" Scott refused.
"Yes!" Stiles disagreed. "He's a murdering psycho werewolf!"
"It can't be!" Scott cried.
"Deaton disappears and then that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" Stiles sarcastically asked.
"Scott, he's right." I hated to agree.
"It's not him!"
"He killed Derek." Thanks for stating the obvious, Stiles.
"No! Derek's not dead, he-he can't be dead."
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury! He's dead and we're next."
"Okay!" I cried. "Stop! Please! We need to get out of here now. We need to get to the Jeep and seriously contemplate quitting our jobs." The two boys agreed. Stiles, flickering his flashlight around, lead us over to the wall of windows but stopped Scott from opening them.
"They don't open. The schools climate controlled." Stiles informed.
"So we'll break them!" Scott thought.
"Well if he can't smell us in here he'll definitely hear us." I said.
"Then we run fast. Really fast." Stiles rolled his head back and tried to think of a plan. "Stiles, what's wrong with your Jeep?" The three of us looked out the window. The parking lot was so dark it was hard to see what Scott was talking about.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." Stiles differed.
"No, it's bent." Scott realized.
"You mean like dented?" Stiles moved closer to the window.
"No, I mean bent!"
"What the hell?" Stiles asked, narrowing his eyes to the crappy blue jeep. None of us were able to say another word before the glass of the window shattered and something barely missed chopping our heads off. We all dove to the floor. The metal object scraped against the floor. Stiles shined his flashlight onto it and I could feel my heart drop into my stomach.
"That son of a bitch." I gasped.
"That's my battery!" Stiles quietly yelled, standing up. Scott and I pulled him back to the floor.
"He could be right outside!"
"Could be? He is right outside!" I exclaimed.
"Just let me take a look." Scott peaked out the window. Scott scanned the parking lot carefully. Stiles asked if he saw anything but Scott said he hadn't.
"Move now?" Stiles quietly asked.
"Move now." Scott agreed with a nervous nod. We carefully moved into the hallway. Scott was playing line leader before Stiles pulled him back from going in one direction of the hallway.
"No, no, no! Somewhere without windows!"
"Every single room in this building has windows!"
"Somewhere with less windows." Stiles corrected.
"If you think hiding in a closet is a good idea, think again." I shook my head.
"The locker room!" Scott instantly remembered. We weaved our way around the hallways and finally made it to the locker room.
"Call your dad." I ordered Stiles as we made our way inside the locker room.
"And tell him what?"
"Anything! Gas leak, fire, just whatever! If that thing sees a parking lot filled with cop cars it'll take off!" Scott explained.
"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely terminator and tears apart every cop in sight? Including my dad?" Stiles retorted. He had a point.
"They have guns though." I thought.
"Yeah and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane laced bullet to slow him down. Remember that?"
"Vividly." I clenched my jaw. "What if we anonymously called Allison's dad?"
"Do you have his number?" Scott asked.
"Well, no…"
"Exactly." He spat. "We have to find a way out. We'll just run for it."
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Stiles reminded.
"What about Derek's car?" Scott suggested.
"It could work if we had the keys. They're in his jacket." I said.
"We go outside, get the keys off his body—ugh—then we take his car!" Stiles smiled.
"And him." Scott and I stated concurrently.
"Fine, whatever." Stiles rolled his eyes and turned towards the locker room door. As Stiles reached for the handle, Scott stopped him.
"I think I heard something." Scott whispered.
"Wait, what?" Stiles cried out in a whisper.
"Quiet!" We listened intently to hear footsteps coming towards the door. Scott snatched Stiles' flashlight from him and turned it off while we began backing up away from the door. Scott ordered us to hide and immediately, Stiles slid himself into a locker and shut the door. Scott and I did the same. The smell of cheap cologne and sweat wafted up my nostrils and made me want to gag. I hold my breath, trying to slow my heart rate, and watch through the slats of the metal as a man made his way over to the locker Scott was hiding in and opened it. Scott let out a piercing scream, causing Stiles and I to ambush the locker while he was preoccupied. Instead, the alpha screamed out in shock causing us to realize that the man wasn't so much the alpha.
He was the janitor.
"Shhh! Quiet!" Stiles tried to get the guy to shut up.
"Quiet? What the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All of you get out."
"Listen to us for a second, plea—"
"No, okay? Get the hell out of here right now!" He, literally, threw the three of us out the door.
"Wait!" Stiles cried.
"Just shut up and go." The janitor spat before being dragged back into the locker room. The door slammed shut and he began screaming. Blood was spurting onto the door's window. The three of us gasped at the sight. Scott rushed forward and tried opening the door, only to find it locked.
"Are you stupid? Go, go!" I grabbed Scott and we began running as fast as we could. We pushed through the back doors of the school only for them to push us back. They wouldn't budge.
"What the hell?" Stiles mumbled. Scott slithered his head through the small crack in the door to find a dumpster blocking our exit.
"He blocked us in." I realized. Stiles continued to shove the door, hoping the little bit of push ups he did gave him batman strength at a moment like this. Shocker: It didn't. Scott grabbed Stiles and we began running away.
"I'm not dying here! I'm not dying at school!" Stiles panicked.
"We're not going to die."
"God, what is he doing? What does he want?" I hyperventilated.
"Me! Derek says it's stronger with a pack." Scott clarified.
"So it wants you?" I asked, just thinking it wanted to kill us.
"Great, a psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's beautiful." Stiles sarcastically snipped. Scott stopped us as he looked out the windows. I looked over to where Scott was staring at to find the Alpha, who looked like something out of a horror movie, standing on the roof. And then he charged towards us. We started running as fast as our legs could take us. There was a loud crash behind us when the alpha flung himself through the window. He roared, chasing us. We ran down a set of stairs and down several different hallways I didn't even think existed in the school. My lungs burned like they were on fire, I couldn't breath. We somehow ended up in the basement and hid ourselves behind a set of lockers, as the alpha was right on our tails.
"Hayley, he can hear your heart beat." Scott whispered.
"I can't help it." I whimpered back, attempting to hold my breath. We could hear the feral hisses of the alpha come closer and closer before Scott instructed us to run. Stiles shushed us as he grabbed his keys from his jacket pocket and threw them across the room, causing the alpha to attack them. We jumped back and slammed the door closed, causing the alpha to get trapped in the other half of the basement.
"The desk! Come on, the desk!" Stiles ordered. We immediately took the lone desk in the room and pushed it against the door as a barrier.
"This isn't going to hold him for long." I heaved. The alpha shrieked as he pushed against the metal door and it wouldn't budge. I jumped back in fear. The table was the length of the room's hallway. Scott and I were stuck on one side and Stiles was on the other.
"Come on, get across. Come on!" Stiles ordered. Scott climbed over the table first then my turn came. The second I climbed onto the table, the alpha slammed himself against the door again, causing the table to wobble. I cried out, causing Scott to act immediately and sweep me off the table.
"Are you okay?" He comforted, cupping his hands around my cheeks. I meekly nodded. Stiles leaned over across the desk to look out the small door window.
"What are you doing?"
"I just want to get a look at it."
"Are you crazy?" I exclaimed, motioning to the door where just a piece of wood blocked us from a walking death machine.
"Look, it's trapped. Okay? It's not going to get out." Stiles climbed onto the table without another word from Scott and I and peered out the window with a smile on his face. "Yeah that's right we got you. I'm not scared of this thing." Stiles taunted.
"Really? Because I'm pretty freaking terrified." I spat. The alpha shook the door to intentionally terrify Stiles, which worked since he fell off the desk. The alphas long, hair clawed hand brushed over the window.
"Not scared of you! Alright? Because you're in there and we're out here. You're not going anyw—" A loud crash echoed through where the alpha was being kept hostage. Part of the ceiling tiles fell to the ground in a big cloud of dust. Our eyes crawled up to the ceiling, hearing the alpha crawling through the air ducts. If the alpha didn't want to rip us to shreds before, he definitely wanted to now.
Thanks Stiles.
We took off again, heading towards the entrance of the school.
"Wait!" Scott gasped, stopping short. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Stiles asked.
"It sounds like a phone ringing." Scott looks to me to see if the culprit was my own phone. I shook my head, remembering leaving my phone in Derek's cup holder.
"What?"
"I know that ringtone! It's Allison's phone." Scott realized, causing all of our hearts to stop beating for half a second.
"What is she doing here?" I asked, running a clammy hand through my hair.
"Hell if I knew!" Scott snapped back. Stiles snatched his phone from his jacket pocket before dialing Allison and handing the phone to Scott. "No, it's me. Where are you?" He urgently asked. "Where are you right now? Where? Where are you exactly? Get to the lobby! Go now!" Scott hung up the phone after Allison replied something short. The three of us eventually found a hallway that was familiar and burst through the doors to the lobby. Allison came rushing out a door the same time and I could feel stress lift off my shoulders. She was okay.
"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott immediately asked. Allison looks more than confused.
"Because you asked me too." She innocently replied.
"I asked you too?" There was a short pause while Allison whipped out her phone and pulled up a message for us to see. It was from Scott and it said for her to meet us at the school because it was urgent. Another wave of nausea rolled through me.
"Why do I get the feeling that you didn't send this message?" Allison's eyes trailed from Scott, to Stiles, and finally me. She could detect the worry all over our faces.
"Because I didn't." Scott shook his head.
"Okay, did you drive here?" Stiles moved on.
"Jackson did." She simply replied.
"Jackson's here?" I yelped. If Jackson was here that meant—
"And Lydia! What's going on? Who sent this text?" Allison's phone began blaring once more before she answers it, asking whoever is on the other line where they were. The doors beside us open, causing the four of us to cringe. Into the lobby came Lydia and Jackson.
"Finally. Can we go now?" Lydia, obviously more than impatient waiting for Allison, asked. Above us, the air ducts begin to screech and bend.
"Run!" Scott yelled. We rushed up the stairs just as the ceiling collapsed and down came the alpha in yet another cloud of dust. We ran to the lunchroom and slammed the doors behind us. Scott reached up to lock the doors and demanded help from the others. Jackson and Scott began piling milk machines and chairs in front of the door to form a barrier while Allison, Lydia, Stiles, and I all stood in shock trying to catch our breath.
"Guys, just wait a second!" Stiles cried. Allison and Lydia began helping the boys move chairs. I turn towards the back wall to grab more chairs before I stop in my place.
"You've got to be kidding me." I mumbled. The back wall wasn't a wall—it was a wall of pure windows.
"Hello!" Stiles shouted to get everyone's attention since whatever he was doing before hadn't been working. "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job everyone. Now, what should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?" Stiles turned around and points to the glass. If we weren't in a situation like this, I would have laughed at Stiles' sounding like Coach Finstock.
"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on because I am freaking out here! And—and I'd really like to know why." Allison begged while holding onto Scott's arm for protection. Scott pulled away to go think of an answer. Jackson, Lydia, and Allison looked to us for answers.
"Somebody killed the janitor." I admitted, seeing my brother stuck in a quandary.
"What?" Lydia squeaked.
"Yeah, the janitors dead." Stiles gravely agreed.
"What are they talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison faked a laugh.
"Who killed him?" Jackson asked. I was going to leave Scott to answer that one, I didn't have a clue of what to say.
"No, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed—"
"Don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion!" Jackson yelled in Lydia's face.
"Who was it? What does he want?" Allison screamed at me. I didn't answer. "What's happening? Scott!"
"I-I don't know! I just—if we go out there he's going to kill us." Scott stuttered.
"Us? He's going to kill us?" Lydia gulped.
"Who? Who is it?" Allison wanted an answer right now. She was sick of the games Scott was playing. If only she knew we were trying to protect her.
"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." Scott admitted. Wait—what?
"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson asked. Dumbfounded. Was Scott serious? Derek just got killed for us, he saved Scott's life, and helped him understand his newfound werewolf-ism and he blames Derek?
"The guy who drove us home?" Allison piped up. "Are—are you sure?"
"I saw him." Scott lied.
"The mountain lion—"
"No! Derek killed them!" Scott interrupted Lydia.
"All of them?" Allison's gasped. Scott doesn't dare to look at us.
"Yes! Starting with his own sister." Stiles held me back from going over and killing Scott. How could he think of even blaming Laura's death on Derek? Did he really hate his guts that much? "It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us and if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us too."
"Not before I kill you." I muttered, shaking Stiles' hand off my shoulder.
"Call the cops." Jackson immediately told Stiles.
"No." He simply answered back.
"What do you mean, no?"
"I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish? No." Stiles spat in the best Hispanic accent he can muster. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with." Really Stiles, you were going along with Scott's plan too?
"Your dad is armed with an entire Sherriff's department! Call him!" Jackson growled.
"I'm calling." Lydia interrupted.
"No, Lydia. Will you just hold on a second?" Stiles advances towards Lydia until Jackson corners him. Lydia dialed 911 before frantically telling them that we were trapped in the school. The call ended much shorted than I thought it would.
"She hung up on me." Lydia stuttered.
"The police hung up on you?" I rose my brows. If that happened that would have to mean—
"She got a tip warning them that there are going to be prank calls about a break in at the school. She said if I call again they were going to trace it and have me arrested."
"So, call again!" I urged.
"No, they won't trace a call. They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Stiles realized.
"What is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Allison questioned. We all look to Scott.
"Why is everyone looking at me?"
"You were the one who saw Derek." I shrugged.
"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia asked.
"No! I mean, I don't know."
"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison asked.
"I don't know!" Scott finally snapped. Allison shrunk back like a toddler being scolded. Stiles pushed Scott away from the group. I walk away on my own and leaned against a wall to try to control my mind. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't even see straight. I blinked away tears forming in my eyes. How was this happening? I couldn't die tonight. I couldn't die like this. I didn't want to die. Not now. I burried my head into my hands and can feel the stinging of salty tears behind my eyes. I didn't make it out of that night alive just to be ripped to shreds by a psychotic mythical creature. Allison came over to me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder while she listened to Stiles and Jackson bicker over something I wasn't interested about.
"Hey, it's okay." She comforted. I looked up with watery eyes to the doe eyed brunette. No, it wasn't okay.
I hadn't been interested in what Stiles and Jackson were fighting over until Stiles got the balls to punch Jackson in the face.
"Jackson! Are you okay?" Allison gasped, leaving my side and rushing to his. Lydia looked over to me, a frustrated look overcoming her features. She didn't want to see Allison helping her boyfriend. To say the least, Lydia was protective of what was hers. I ripped my eyes away from Lydia as the cafeteria doors beside me begin shaking. I jump out of my spot and go to Scott's side for protection. The pounding on the doors got louder as the alpha tried to break the barrier. Stiles, who was finally leaving his dad a voicemail, tried to talk over the loud banging of metal on metal.
"There's a stairwell in the kitchen." Stiles remembered after hanging up.
"But that only leads up." Scott realized.
"Up is better than here." I fearfully say as bolts begin unscrewing from the doorframe. The seven of us take off in a run up the stairs and take refuge in Harris' classroom.
"Great, I hate being here on a good day." I huffed under my breath while Scott uses some of the furniture in the room to block the door. We could hear the alpha in the hallway, his feral growls coming closer and closer. We kept ourselves quiet as a large figure's shadow passed by the door. Once the shadow disappeared, everything became quiet until Jackson began bickering with Scott and Stiles again.
"I'm getting the key." Scott stated, catching my attention.
"What? No!" I protested.
"Someone has to get the key if we want to get out of here."
"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison reasoned. Scott grabbed a pointer Harris' used when he felt too lazy to walk during class. All of us rolled our eyes. That was his weapon of choice?
"It's better than nothing!" Scott defended.
"There's got to be something else." Stiles thought.
"There is." Lydia eyed the chemical cabinet.
"What are we going to do, throw acid on him?" Stiles cried.
"No! Like a firebomb! And there is everything in there to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail.
"A self igniting…" Stiles words mimicked my thoughts.
"Molotov cocktail." Lydia finishes and realized everyone was staring at her. "What? I read it somewhere." She shrugged it off, pretending she wasn't as smart as she really was.
"Well, we don't have a key for that either." Stiles reminds. Jackson rolls his eyes before jamming his elbow into the glass. He brushed the shattered glass off his leather jacket. Lydia proceeds to mix together different chemicals, pouring them through funnels and beakers like she was a trained chemist.
"I'm going with you." I announced when Lydia hands the finished product to Scott.
"No you're not." Scott and Stiles simultaneously declined.
"Yes, I am. I'm not letting you go out there alone, Scott."
"No. This, this is insane. You guys can't do this. You can not go out there!" Allison sniffled.
"We can't just wait for Stiles' dad to check his messages." I said.
"You two could die! Do you get that? He's killed three people." Allison whispered.
"And we're next." Scott laid on the drama extra thick. Allison pulled Scott aside while Stiles does the same with me. I can hear Allison lightly crying to my brother.
"You're seriously going to go out there?" Stiles asked.
"Yes, I am. Two is better than one. He can't catch both of us." Stiles opened his mouth to object but all he can form is jumbled words. He pulled me into a hug and tucked his head into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around Stiles' small frame and took in his scent—a mixture of pine needles and an Abercrombie store.
"Hayley, please don't go." Lydia's voice cracked.
"Don't act like I'm not coming back." I forced a smile on my trembling lips.
"Please, please stay here." She begged. I shook my head. After Allison gave Scott one last kiss and we walked towards the door, staring at the knob like it was our enemy. With a deep breath, the two of us squeezed out the door and silently took off into the dark hallway. We walked in silence; I silently counted the steps I take in my mind. I followed wherever Scott was taking us—wherever he smelled the janitors' blood pooling.
"You know, I thought I'd die at the hands of a gun. Not of a werewolf." I chuckled sadly, trying to lighten the mood.
"We're not going to die." Scott disagreed.
"I don't want to." My voice cracked. "But how many times can you cheat death?"
"As long as I'm here, forever. I'm never going to let anything happen to you, Hayley." Scott promised, bringing a tiny smile to my face. We became silent again, walking down a flight of stairs. "I panicked when I said it was Derek."
"I figured." My eyes shifted to the floor.
"You're not going to grill me on blaming him?" Scott wondered.
"Sure I don't approve of it. But, you panicked. Nobody deserves to have murder pinned on them after they're gone and can't defend themselves."
"You're right." Scott sighed. We turned quiet and we soon found ourselves entering the gym. We stopped next to the bleachers as Scott began sniffing the air again.
"Why would he move the body here?" I whispered, looking around for any sign of the psycho wolf. The gym was empty. With another sniff of the air, Scott walked to the opening to the underside of the bleachers.
"I smell him under here." Scott mumbled. Why would the alpha move the janitor? We weaved ourselves in-between and over metal columns and bars. The scent of blood wafted up my nose. Scott stopped dead in his tracks, causing me to smash into his back. I felt something drip onto the top of my head. My fingers grazed the top of my hair and came back wet—with blood.
"Uhh..Hayley." Scott stuttered. I looked up to see where Scott was eyeing. The janitor's mutilated and bloody body was hanging from the bleachers' rafters. What could drive a person to maul somebody so horribly? The janitor's eyes were open, unresponsively gawking at Scott and I. They were crying out for help, but we were too late. Scott shoved the Molotov cocktail at me while he went to grab the keys from the janitor's belt loop. A loud screech echoed through the gym when Scott jingled the keys. That was way too loud to be from the keys.
"Scott, what was that?" I squeaked. The noise echoed again, but this time it didn't stop. I thought my eyes were deceiving me at first but I continued to watch the bleachers rolling in towards us. Scott continued on to reach for the keys.
"We need to run. Now!" I urged, pulling on the sleeve of Scott's jacket. My heart raced as he continued to grab the keys. "Scott!" I screamed. Scott finally reached the keys and we took off in a sprint literally running for our lives. Scott grabbed the beaker from my hands and began pulling me to run faster. Just as we were about to be crushed into a pancake, we tumbled out onto the floor gasping for air when the bleachers locked shut. Then came the growling. My heart stopped in my chest. Scott helped me stand up and our eyes fell on the alpha.
"Come on. Come and get me." Scott taunted. The alpha plowed straight for us. Scott wound his arm back and threw the Molotov cocktail at the red-eyed monster. I expected a big explosion of fire when the glass broke and drenched the chemical mixture onto the alpha but I was disappointed.
Seriously, Lydia? You send us off with one weapon…
Nothing happened. The alpha only paused for a second, but he was completely unfazed. We turned on our heel, ready to run, until Scott was pulled down.
"Scott!" I yelled. The alpha dragged my brother down.
"Hayley run! Go!"
"N—" I was about to protest about how I wouldn't leave without him.
"Go!" He screamed just as the alpha turned towards me. Reluctantly, I dashed out of the gym and took off into one of the main hallways. There was a mantra in my head telling me to keep running. My heavy breathing and footsteps were echoing in my head, trying to attempt to drown out the sound of the alphas snarls coming from behind me. There was no way I could outrun a werewolf, I needed to find a place to hide. I swung myself into another hallway before I desperately looked for a place to hide. I didn't have many options; the alpha could hear my heartbeat from anywhere. But hiding somewhere would be safer than staying out in the open. I could hear the alpha's growls but when I looked behind me, he wasn't there. I quickly flung myself into the nearest supply closet and shut the door behind me immediately. I cupped my hand over my mouth and tried to control my breathing. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to pretend that this wasn't actually happening. A loud roar from the alpha ricocheted through the school. I continued to squeeze my eyes tight and press my palm harder against my lips. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. This had to be some sick nightmare. I must have had hot coco before I went to bed. Mom always said that would give me bad dreams. My hand pressed against my trembling lips as I hid in the upstairs guest room closet. The house grew silent after many gunshots and angry yelling. I tried as hard as I could to listen for any footsteps, any creaks in the floorboards. But I could hear any. My heart was drumming inside my ears. There were hot tears streaming down my swollen, red cheeks. My body was shaking. He couldn't find me. If he did, I was dead. I clutched the bottom of my rib cage, feeling a warm wetness seep through my clothing. He tried shooting me just like he did with my parents. But unlike my parents, I was small enough where I could hide between pieces of furniture. I thought guns only existed in wars—not in suburban Boston. My dad came home with a gun tucked into his belt once, and when I asked about it he said only the good guys were allowed to have them here. This guy wasn't a good guy. Dad—where was dad? He hadn't been fatally shot at first, so was he okay? He had to be. He's dad, he's was always okay. He had gotten up after he was shot, so he was fine. He was probably just protecting us all now. What about mom—where was mom? She wasn't calling my name looking for me. Maybe she was hiding till this was all over too. I wanted more than anything to be with her right now. She did this thing whenever I was scared where she rubbed my back a certain way and it would calm me down. I wanted that more than anything too. How long have I been in here? Five minutes? Ten? I was never good at telling time, I was still learning how to tell it! Another tremor stirred through my body as I could hear the faintest sound of a police siren cry through the air a few blocks down. I didn't think much of it. That happened often in Boston. You could hear everything all the way from Marlborough to Cambridge. Boston was never quiet; it was like my own New York. The sirens began getting closer and closer, silently making me wish I had grabbed the house phone to call 911 so that the police could help me too. Then, just like the flip of a light switch, a boom echoed through the walls of the house. My heart jumped into my throat, knowing deep inside it was another gunshot. Then, once again, everything got silent. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Nothing moved. Nobody screamed.
Tears escaped when I reopened my eyes to find myself back in the school. The salty tears rolled down my cheek and onto my hand, which was still covering my mouth. Reluctantly, I placed my hands back at my side when I heard the school unusually silent. All I had on my mind was Scott. His name was flashing right before my eyes and I kept wondering if he was okay. I needed to know what happened to him. If the alpha touched one hair on his body, I'd kill him myself.
"Beacon Hills police department! Come out with your hands up!" Sherriff Stilinski's yell was muffled. I couldn't tell if I should be ecstatic or absolutely terrified that the cops were here—what if the alpha came and hurt them? Alpha wise, all was calm inside the school. I could hear officers talking on radios. There wasn't any screaming. I turned the doorknob to the closet and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge. I jiggled the knob a couple times before beginning to freak out.
"Hello? I'm in here!" I yelled, continuing to jiggle on the knob. Why wasn't the door opening? "Someone get me out." I cried, slapping my palms on the wood door. "Please, someone get me out." My palms were stinging and finally I could hear movement outside the door and finally the knob turned from the outside and the door opened. All I could see at first was a bright light.
A bright light blinded me as the closet doors swung open. I whimpered, squinting my eyes before seeing the familiar face of an officer.
At first, I was in fear it was the alpha but instead several faces of police officers greeted me. I was swooped out of the closet in record time while three officers began shooting questions at me. Sherriff Stilinski draped a security blanket over my shoulders and began walking me towards the front while officers were asking more questions that I continued to ignore.
"Where's my brother?" I asked, swinging myself around to look for Scott. I couldn't see him anywhere. The hallway was just filled with officers—no teenage werewolves or crazed psychotic alphas. "Where's my brother? Someone tell me where my brother is." I was going on a mantra. I could hear voices incoming on the walky-talky attached to Sherriff's hip. They were saying something about victims but I was in too much of a blur to listen to every word. Sherriff lead me out of the front doors as I continued squirming in his grasps and asking for my brother. Red and blue light emitting from patrol cars ambulances blinded me as I adjusted to being outside.
"Where is he? Where is my brother?" I yelled, looking through the crowd. Standing alongside Stiles next to an ambulance, I spotted a shaggy haired brunette I identified as my brother. I tossed off the security blanket and took off in a sprint towards Scott. The second we met and my arms wrapped around him, I felt whole—at least for the moment. That broken feeling in my heart was taped back together. Scott was okay; he didn't have a scratch on him.
"I'm okay." Scott comforted, running a hand down my back. I buried my face into his shoulder and let his jacket soak up the tears streaming down my face. "You're okay. You're okay."
"Don't leave me. Don't ever leave me." I quietly sobbed, hugging him a little tighter to just soak up the moment that he was okay.
A/N: Give me some love in reviews please. It has been a tough week for me and I'm having a rough time recovering. I love all my readers! By the way, the things in italics are flash backs to the night you all are wondering about Hayley's life And also, if you listen to the song "To build a home" at the end of this chapter by The Cinematic Orchestra, it might make you cry. It just goes along so well with the scene. ENJOY.
QUESTIONS: how do you think Hayley is going to react to Derek's "death"? and how do you think Hayley will, deal with all the aftermath.
