So thanks to the guest reviewer! Next chapter should be up sooner. I was teaching my first lesson this past week and I was super nervous about it. I'm also pretty sad about the fact that I am no longer on spring break and can't update the story like 5x's a week!
Anyways, review and tell me what you think!
Raf's POV:
"Are you done throwing up yet?" Derek grumbled from his spot on the floor. The toilet flushed from the other room as Garrett walked back in here.
"You're lucky I didn't pass out from the blood. Maybe being a werewolf gives me a stronger stomach?" Garrett thought allowed. Derek winced on the floor, as he sat up straighter. He was almost all the way healed, while I was only a little ways behind him in the healing process. "We heard the howl a little while ago. I still say I should have gone to the school to check on them."
"No." Derek immediately answered. "Raf's Uncle will be back any minute now. We'll wait for him. You would hinder more than help at the school." Garrett scoffed and opened his mouth to answer, but stopped as we heard feet pounding up the stairs. I lifted my head to look at the door, causing Jack to lick my face as he sat by my head. My Tío walked through the door and quickly shut it.
"They're fine. All seven of them came out with barely any scratches." Tío grabbed some paper towels and began quickly moping up the blood.
"Wait, seven? Who were the other three?" Tío thrust paper towels in Garrett's hand and gestured to the floor before answering the question.
"Don't know. They told the police that it was Derek Hale who attacked them." Derek's head shot up as his eyes glowed blue and he let out a growl.
"They told them what?!" Derek attempted to stand up quickly, but winced and had to slowly make his way into a standing position instead.
"We must hurry and clean." Tío wiped up the last of the blood and began to spray some cleaning products on the floor. "The police are coming here. They know you are friends with Derek and think that you might hide him here."
"I should leave." Derek began limping to the door, but stopped as we heard police sirens outside.
"It's too late. They're in the parking lot." My upper body shot up in alarm, causing me to whimper in pain. "Raf, go change you clothes and get the boy to bring them back to me. I'm going to take out the trash with all of the blood things in case they have dogs." Garrett's arm wrapped around my waist as he practically carried me to my room.
"Turn around." I grumbled as I painfully pealed off all my clothes and tossed them on the floor. "I'm jumping in the shower to wash this crap off." I informed him. I winced as the water fell on my wounds but I ignored it as I scrubbed off all of the dirt and blood. I heard my Tío leave the apartment to throw out the trash. I decided to quickly wash my hair while I was in there. I turned off the water and dried off as I heard my Tío come back right as the police knocked on the door. I opened the bathroom door that lead into my bedroom and saw Jack lying on my bed, his tail beginning to wag as he saw me. I glanced at my closet and saw Derek leaning against the door. Derek and I held eye contact for a few seconds as my bedroom door was opened. Both of our eyes grew large as our gaze switched to the door being opened.
"Police, open up. We have a warrant." The young officer said. Derek stood frozen at my closet door that was behind the bedroom door. The officer looked at me and his eyes grew wide. I glanced down quickly as my hair dripped down my towel-covered body. Gotta get this deputy out of my room. I quickly did the first thing that came to mind.
"GET OUT!" I screeched, my voice going up several octaves higher than normal. Jack stood on the bed and barked at the deputy as well. "I'M NAKED YOU PERVERT!" The deputy fumbled with the door in panic. "GET OUT BEFORE I PRESS PERVERT CHARGES!" The deputy quickly shut the door. Derek looked at me strangely.
"Pervert charges?" Derek whispered as he placed a hand on Jack's head to stop his barking. Jack immediately began licking him.
"I panicked. Now shut up and get out the window." I shoved Derek to the window by my bed, wincing at the pain in my torso.
"Shit." Derek breathed out as he looked out the window. I pushed him over a little to look outside. Police stood beneath the window, circling the area with dogs as they looked for Derek. "Now what?"
"I have a small safe room. You can stay in there till the search is over." I made my way toward the closet, opening it up and moving some empty suitcases out of the way.
"You have a safe room?" Derek asked in confusion as I felt him come to stand behind me. I ripped open the sidewall of my closet, revealing a small hidden room.
"Yes. It's bullet proof in case you were wondering." I stood up and gestured to the small room. Derek glanced at it, wincing at the thought of being in the small room before he looked back at me. Derek gave me a quick once over, his eyes focused on my wet hair that dripped on the floor. I fought off the blush that I knew wanted to take over my checks.
"Your hair's long." I rolled my eyes and gave him a shove toward the room. Derek grumbled as he crawled in. "Why is it bullet proof?" Derek finally got inside and I grabbed the door.
"So bullets don't get in." I said in voice as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I shut the door before he could reply and threw all my bags back into my closet. I quickly checked my wounds, glad that they were no longer bleeding even if they weren't fully healed yet. I threw on some clothes before opening my door. The deputy stood by the door, waiting to enter. Seeing me now by the door he began blushing. I could hear his heart beat become irregular from embarrassment. I squinted my eyes at him as I moved to let him pass, making the finger gesture to show that I was watching him. The deputy moved uneasily past me and jumped when Jack began barking at him from where he stood at my side.
"If you could wait in the living room with the other's please, ma'am." The deputy coughed. I shushed Jack and had him follow me to the living room as I threw my hair up in a bun. While walking, I saw deputy's searching my two other bedrooms. When I came into the living room/kitchen, there were even more deputy's walking around, while the Sheriff stood in front of my TV and faced my Tío and Garrett. Garrett's leg bounced nervously while I heard his heart racing. Tío sat stoically, not moving, as he stared at the Sheriff.
"Raf, come sit. We need to talk." The Sheriff made a motion for me to sit on the couch in between Garrett and my Tío.
"What's up, Sheriff?" I sat down next to Garrett, taking a hold of his hand as Jack jumped up and sat in his lap. Garrett's heart rate calmed down as he focused on petting Jack.
"Have you heard from Derek Hale lately?" The Sheriff had a deputy standing next to him, notepad open and ready to take notes.
"Not since you arrested us for falsely killing his sister." I sassed, already getting defensive of Derek. Garrett squeezed my hand. The Sheriff scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably.
"Well tonight he attacked some kids at the high school." My head as well as Garrett's shot up.
"What student's?" The Sheriff gave an uneasy glance at Garrett. "My siblings said they were going to the school. Were they there? Are they ok?"
"They were both there. Your brother was a little scratched up, but they're both fine." The Sheriff soothed.
"Do you have any proof it was Derek?" I narrowed my eyes at the Sheriff and his deputy.
"Two student's saw him there. Don't know about you, but an eye witness account is good enough for me, much less two." The Sheriff narrowed his eyes at me.
"Two eye witnesses spotted someone in the dark of the night while being chased and probably panicking about it? What were they wearing night vision goggles?" Garrett squeezed my hand as he coughed and ran a hand over his face.
"When we bring him into custody, we can determine whether he was there or not. But if you see him, you have to turn him in, other wise you will become an accomplice and have to be arrested as well." The deputy snapped at me. I opened my mouth to retort, but Garrett squeezed my hand hard, telling me to shut up. The Sheriff's eyes looked over at my Tío.
"Why do you have a handsaw in your coat closet?" A deputy asked, as he pulled out the item in question.
"I get that question a lot." I smirked at the deputy, before turning back to face the Sheriff. There was a pregnant pause as everyone stared at me, before the Sheriff shook his head, dismissing it.
"Who are you?" The Sheriff looked at my Tío. Tío put on a blank face as he stared at the Sheriff with innocent eyes.
"No hablo inglés." The Sheriff scratched the back of his neck and looked confused as to what he should do.
"Uh…" The Sheriff trailed off as he looked to his deputy, who just shrugged in response.
"No me gusta la policía." My Tío continued, clearly amused by the Sheriff's confused reaction.
"Does anyone understand Spanish?" The Sheriff asked his deputy's. All he got were grumbles in response.
"Señor , concédeme la paciencia de no convertir a estas personas en tacos." I snorted as I tried to control my laughter. The Sheriff looked at me unimpressed.
"This is my Uncle. He's visiting from Mexico. He doesn't understand English." Understanding flashed across the Sheriff's face.
"What was he saying?" The Sheriff asked, eyes narrowing as he looked from me to my Tío.
"He just wanted to know what was going on. Why the police were here and such." I quickly lied. Garrett glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "Realmente me podría ir para unos tacos. Debemos conseguir un poco después de este." Tío nodded in response and gave me a fake solemn stare. "I just told him what was happening." I quickly explained. The Sheriff gave me an unbelieving look.
"Then why did it sound like you guys were talking about tacos?" I wracked my brain for a quick explanation.
"No, tacos in Spanish means attack. It's a homophone. You know…" I trailed off as the Sheriff continued to give me a look.
"You do remember I'm Stiles' father. I can tell when I am being fed bull crap." I glanced at my Tío out of the corner of my eye, who was trying to keep an indifferent face.
"Sheriff, we can't find any signs of him here. Should we load up?" A random Deputy asked. The Sheriff nodded.
"Remember, if he tries to contact you, call us." The Sheriff ordered as he walked out of the house. Garrett quickly closed the door and locked it as my Tío looked out the window from the living room.
"Their loading into their cars." Tío spoke up as we collectively let out a sigh. I groaned as I stood up.
"I'll get Derek." I walked to my bedroom and threw the bags out of the way of the door. As I swung it open Derek immediately climbed out.
"Took you long enough." He grumbled as he brushed imaginary dust off of his jacket.
"Your welcome." I spat sarcastically. Derek glared at me as he rolled his eyes and walked to the living room.
"Looks like they are staying in the parking lot. You might want to stay hidden for a little while." Garrett continued to look out the window.
"Stay here?" Derek asked, as if the idea was unbelievable. He looked to me for conformation. I shrugged.
"I have extra beds in the bedroom. Why not?" I shrugged before turning to my Tío. "So…about those tacos?"
Translation: "I don't speak English.", "I don't like the police.", "Lord, grant me the patience not to turn these people into tacos.", and "I could really go for some tacos. We should get some after this."