I kill the engine, taking a deep breath as I lean back in my seat.

I can't help but remember everything that happened tonight.

I hoped that I'd started to get through to him, but then tonight I realised that I've just been stupid to even think it. He's the same – he hasn't changed at all. Why do we girl always do this? Take a broken man, thinking that we have the power to fix them. To change them.

We're not special. No more than the ones before us.

We should all just realise that and stop being so naïve.

'Can't you just trust me this once?' I demand, tired of his sourwolf-ass.

'No!' Derek shouts.

I hit the steering wheel, gritting my teeth together. I've always praised myself on being smart enough to not fall for any of that.

'You don't trust me,' Derek says, 'I don't trust you.'

Taking a deep, calming breath I push open the door to my car and locking it before I go inside the house. I leave my car keys along with the house keys on the table and kick off my shoes before mounting the stairs. I can hear a soft snoring coming from Stiles' room, and an even heavier snore coming from uncle's room.

I walk down the dark hallway, reaching my door and pushing it open.

I close it behind me and lock it, leaning against it. I close my eyes, the image of Erica and Derek together haunting me.

I cross the room to the window and open it, enjoying the cold breeze against my face. From the look Derek gave me earlier, I know he'll come, and I'd rather show him that I know him better than he thinks than have him giving me another surprise-visit.

I grab the rubber band holding my hair up and remove it, letting the soaking wet hair fall down my back.

I walk into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open.

I strip down to my knickers, then rummaging through the clothes on the floor, trying to find the thing I last slept in.

I finally succeed in finding the XXL, plain white tee and slip it on, staring at my reflection.

I don't know what it is, but I look horrible. My eyes are tired and old, as if I've lived a lifetime. My hands are shaking horribly.

Taking a deep breath I reach for my toothbrush, brushing my teeth quickly. I consider blow-drying my hair for quite some time. Knowing I'll end up with crazy curls if I don't, I plug the blow dryer into the socket and quickly dry my hair.

When I'm done I unplug it, leaving it on the sink as I push the door open.

Derek is sitting on the edge of my bed, expecting me.

He's wearing the same dark jeans, boots and black jumper I saw him in less than an hour ago.

'I knew you'd come,' I sigh, moving past him and closing the window.

'You know a lot more than you told us,' Derek says and I turn to face him.

'Maybe.'

'Tell me,' Derek demands, but I shake my head.

'Why?' I ask, 'why should I tell you? Clearly you don't trust me, so maybe I really shouldn't trust you.'

'You already said you trusted me,' Derek points out and I nod in agreement.

'True,' I sigh, 'but you've done quite a lot that can break that trust.'

'I didn't mean to hurt you that night,' Derek argues but I shake my head.

'That's not what I was thinking about,' I reply, pressing my lips together.

'That I can deal with. I know anyone can lose control; especially werewolves. Even the Alphas. But several weeks ago I asked one thing of you. Do you remember that?' I ask, pressing back tears.

'Yes,' he answers, standing up.

'All I asked of you was to accept my heart and promise to try and keep it safe,' I whisper, unable to keep the tears at bay.

'Was that really so hard? To not break my heart into a million pieces?'

'I don't…'

'Erica!' I exclaim. 'You kissed her,' I sob, glad Derek isn't trying to approach me. 'And then, tonight when she was so happily dragging me with her, she did me the great favour of telling me about the day you turned her.'

Derek is still staring at me, but he knows what I'm talking about now and I can see it.

'Do you remember that day, Derek? Because she told me everything down to the smallest detail.'

'Sophia,' Derek murmurs, dragging a hand through his hair.

'I'm sorry,' I gasp, trying to breathe through my sobs. 'But I can't do this. I'm never going to be enough.'

'Please,' Derek begs, and I cover my face in my hands.

'I've tried, so hard,' I gasp, 'but I can't. I can't do this.'

I take a deep breath to steady myself, closing my eyes for a mere second.

I feel a pair of lips on my forehead, but when I open my eyes I'm alone, and that's when I break. I fall to the floor, gasping for air as the sobs escape me all at once, tears streaming down my face.

It all hurts so much, but what really stings is the fact that I was the only one saying I was sorry. Derek never apologised for anything.

A/N: I am in such a good mood today, I'm giving you ANOTHER chapter! It's not a very happy one, and it's rather short but at least it's something! Do continue to leave me reviews! Your little comments inspires me to keep writing! Also, I made a new 'cover' for this story during class today (I was bored). Any thoughts on it? Do you like it? :)