DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, I ONLY OWN MY OC'S
Avery's POV
I had my face buried in Derek's Chest. I felt like I was falling apart and needed someone to hold me together. I would have taken just about anyone but Derek was the only one out of the three boys that actually noticed how I was acting. Scott was too busy trying to justify the actions of the Argents on the Hale family. Stiles was almost always ignorant to people's emotions unless you flat out tell him. So that left Derek, not that I minded. I mean, who would? Derek being the to hold me together was kinda a bonus, especially since he didn't run away.
When we got to the car after seeing his uncle, I was trying hard not to cry. A few tears managed to escape and I felt Derek's shirt starting to get wet. I pulled away and got in the car before he could question me. I heard Derek get in the car, but I refused to look at him. I stared out the passenger side window. I refused to let him see me cry. I was thankful he didn't push me or even ask me why I was crying. He pulled into my driveway and I noticed that neither of my parents' cars' were in the driveway. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 8:37. They were probably still at work. They wouldn't be home for at least a few hours.
I could feel his eyes on me as I sat there in his passenger seat. I sighed and picked up my bag from when it laid at my feet. I opened the door and got out. I didn't think Derek would let me get away without questioning me first, but one could hope. I stood in front of the door and retrieved my key from my bag. It wasn't until now that I noticed my hands were shaking. I took a few deep breaths, hoping to calm the shaking, and unlocked the door. I was about to open it when I felt a presence behind me. I knew it was Derek. What I didn't know was how I didn't hear him get out of the car.
"Avery."
I sighed and opened the door. I crossed the threshold, leaving the door open for him. He made sure it was shut before he spoke again. "You wanna tell me what exactly happened back there?" He questioned. "Not really," I replied shortly, burying the emotions away and locking them away.
I hurried up the stairs and walked in my room. Once again leaving the door open knowing Derek wouldn't be far behind me. I sat on my bed and looked down at my hands which were not in my lap. Sure enough I heard him jog up the stairs and enter my room. He sat down next to me on the bed. We sat in silence for a few minutes before he broke it.
"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong or are you just gonna sit there and ignore me and hope that I go away?" He questioned.
It sounded more like a knowing statement than a question. He knew that when it came to me and physical problems my instinct was to fight, and that when it came to me and emotional problems my instinct was avoidance. I sighed. I had hoped that I could avoid talking about. He had been waiting to see if I would open up to him on my own or if I needed to be pushed. Obviously he concluded it was the latter.
"God…..where do I even start…" I said, mostly to myself.
"Well, how about starting with why you completely froze at the animal clinic." He stated.
"Jesus….okay fine, but you're going to have to be patient with me. This isn't exactly going to be easy for me to tell." I told him truthfully. He nodded.
"Okay," I sighed out. "After you passed out, I went into panic. But after calming down and waking you up, sorry about that by the way, I couldn't handle the emotions." I admitted. I thought back to when I was sitting on the floor of the vet's office, remembering how I froze when the flashbacks hit.
"I didn't think I could handle watching another person die…" I trailed off. By this point tears were streaming down my face. "I moved for a reason. I couldn't handle the pain. Back in Florida, I had one friend. Sure I had acquaintances, but I only had one true friend. Her name was Jessie. She was my best friend, we were like sisters." I told him sadly.
"It was a Saturday night and we were bored so I asked her to come over. Neither of us had a car so we usually walked. I didn't exactly live in a safe part of town….I was texting Jessie and she told me she was only about two blocks away. Two minutes later she calls me. When I answered all I heard was yelling. I pulled the phone away from my ear and focus my hearing outside and could faintly hear the yelling. I stayed on the phone, but I left the house. I kept asking Jessie what was happening but she replied with silence. I followed the yelling to the ally just a block away from my house….When I got to the entrance of the ally…I saw Jessie falling on the ground. I could hear someone running in the opposite direction." I was sobbing at this point, but I still tried to continue telling him what happened. "I was too focused on Jessie to think about looking at the guy. I never saw him, and he never saw me…" I trailed off. I didn't know what else to say. After a minute of silence I decided to continue on with what happened after that.
"The police found the murderer…The guy was a freaking crime boss, real 1920s Shit. Jessie had entered the ally when the guy was making a deal. The buyer got spooked when he saw Jessie and took off. The crime boss turned around to see why the guy had run. When he saw Jessie standing there he started yelling at her, telling her that she ruined his deal. Then he drew his gun and shot her. No hesitation, no remorse…." I sighed and wondered if Derek was still listening. I had been talking for a long time and he hadn't even said a word. I got the courage to glance up at him to see if he was listening. He was staring at me with his beautiful green eyes; the same eyes that make me want to tell him all my secrets. I once again averted my gaze and returned my attention to my hands.
"After the case was officially closed, I went home and told my parents I wanted to leave. So we started packing everything up. My dad came out here and bought the house while my mom and I finished the packing. We shipped everything that we didn't use every day out here and put everything else in the car….We left right after the funeral…" I hiccupped between words. I had stopped sobbing, but there were still silent tears rolling down my face. I glued my gaze to the floor. There was nothing left to say. I wanted to see his reaction, but I refused to look at him. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't move. I was letting it sink in, waiting for him to get up and leave. I closed my eyes, trying to will back the tears. Suddenly I felt a large hand enclose over my own. Shocked, I looked up at him. His pale green eyes were like a hurricane of emotions. Understanding, pain, sorrow, and…..anger? I looked closer and realized it was not anger, but guilt. Why was he feeling guilty? I questioned myself. I sighed again and resolved to find out when he decided to open up to me.
"I still blame myself for that day. If I hadn't asked her to come over she would still be alive…." I said shakily. It was true though, I still felt guilty. We sat in silence. I knew Derek wasn't good with words. I was exhausted at this point. Sobbing takes a lot out of you. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and laid my head on Derek's shoulder. I felt his muscles stiffen at the contact, but I was too tired to move my head. He's the one that wanted to know what happened, so he can deal with the aftermath. I felt his muscles start to relax and he put his arm around me and pulled me to his chest. As I yawned, I could feel myself falling into darkness, and I was already too far gone to come back.
Derek's POV
I was silent as she spoke, choosing to just listen to her. I didn't interrupt her because I feared that if I did, she would close up again. Even after she finished talking, I still didn't say anything. I didn't really know what to say. I was debating whether or not I wanted to tell her about what happened with Kate. I couldn't help but feel that she would understand. My mind drifted towards the fire. It was my fault. I was the one that got them all killed.
I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt her lay her head on my shoulder. I stiffened. I remembered back when Cora used to do that when she was tired or sad. She always sought after me, her big brother, for comfort when she was sad. I remember her falling asleep on my shoulder and carrying her up to her room, not having the heart to wake her up. I slowly started to relax. I put my arm around her and pulled her to my chest, deciding we both needed the comfort that would come from the embrace. It wasn't long before I heard her breathing even out, indicating she was asleep. I sat there for a few minutes, just holding her to my chest, comforting her as she slept. I glanced at the clock on her nightstand; it was almost 12:30. I sighed and carefully picked her up and pulled back the covers before gently laying her down on the bed. I carefully took her shoes off and placed the covers over her body before sneaking out the window, taking care to shut her curtains behind me. What on Earth is this girl doing to me?
I went to my car that was still parked in her drive way and backed out of it. I parked my car a couple blocks away before running back to watch her house. After spending several hours in her room, the probability of the alpha following his scent to her house was high, and on top of that her yard backs right up to the forest. Using the trees and their shadows as cover, I hid myself just behind the tree line and stood watch until the sun started to rise.
AN: Okay, I'm a horrible person. I'm sorry I made y'all wait so long for an update. I actually wrote and typed this one up at school. I've been working on this the past week in my digital design class. I was supposed to be working on a project but I decided to do this instead. I know that this chapter is short, especially compared to my other chapters, but still, I hope y'all liked it. And as always, don't forget to review, favorite, and follow!
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