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Paige didn't think of herself as a bad person. She had done bad things, some worse than others, and some people may call her narcissistic and high maintenance, many thinking she thought of herself above others because of her upbringing but that wasn't the case. She just wanted to fit in and be normal. Her dad may be a surgeon and her mom an estate agent of luxury homes, and they did have a lot of money to fall back on, but she wasn't stuck up.
So when her doorbell rang she waited for one of her parents to answer the door but when it rang again just a few seconds later, she assumed they were out.
"Coming" she called, huffing a little as she pushed herself up off her bed and padded from her room, along the spacious hallway covered with family photos and down the spiral staircase, forgetting she was in her silk dressing gown as she opened the door.
"Can I help-oh" she cut herself off with a surprised murmur, seeing Isaac standing on her doorstep with his hands stuffed in his pockets, dipping his head a little as if to appear shorter and more vulnerAble, his boyish looks catching her off guard for a moment, "um... What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk. Alone. So I waited for your parents to leave" he explained, "can I come in?"
She pulled her short dressing gown around herself a little tighter, not failing to notice his baby blues falling to her bare legs, "I guess" she sidestepped, letting him in, the smell of his cologne washing over her as she brushed past her, "just make it quick"
"Okay uh..." He faced her, a sudden nervous look twisting his features, "I just wanted to apologise. Again" he added, "what I did was stupid and wrong and I understand why you're hurt and mad at me, I don't blame you"
She sighed heavily, folding her arms over her chest, "I get it Isaac, you're sorry. You've said that to me before, but that doesn't change what you did"
"... I know it doesn't" he whispered, a crestfallen expression morphing his features, "but I need you to know how really sorry I am. I regret it"
"Do you?" She whispered, voice cracking a little, "do you really?"
He frowned, "of course I do. Sleeping with Kayla was never meant to happen" he reached out, taking her small hands in his, "it just did, I'm not even going to make up any excuses for it. The blame is on me. Kayla's... She's not right just now, her judgement is all over the place but I was the one that had the power to stop it and I never and I'm going to have to live with that... And if you hate me for it... I'll understand, but... But I really hope that you'll give us another chance?"
She drew back at that, sending him a surprised look, "another chance?" she repeated his phrase, totally awestruck and dumbfounded, "you think I want to get back with you after you slept with my friend, regardless if we were technically together or not?"
His face fell, disappointment etched onto his expression, "it was just sex"
He rolled her eyes, "it wasn't 'just' sex and we both know it. You only want me back because you can't have her, like I'm some kind of consolation prize"
"That's not true" he shook his head fiercely, "I'm figuring it out now"
"Yeah, well-" she rolled her eyes bitterly, "-you took your damn time"
"... I know" he whispered, "but what I said is true, I promise"
She brushed past him, moving towards her large livingroom and sat down on the sofa, pulling her legs to her chest to wrap her arms around them, "no... You love her, you always have even if you didn't know it, all the back to stupid gummy rings. Stop messing with me... Please..."
He inched forward, perching himself at the end of her coffee table so they were almost knee to knee, "Paige... I'm not messing with you. I would never do that. If I wasn't sure about us then I wouldn't be here hurting you"
She glanced up, tears in her eyes, "... But you love her..."
"No" he shook his head, "I don't. Not really. Kayla is... Was... Is my best friend, and yeah, I did have feelings for her, maybe still do a little - I don't know - but she made me realise something the other day... Something I pretended I didn't feel for so long because I was scared... Paige-" she shook her head, her wide eyes trained on him, "-I... I love you"
She was staring at him like she hadn't seen him before, unable to move, unable to say even two simple words. The words she had craved to hear for so long, he had said, but why? Was he lying? Was he pressured? Would she just be another rebound because the one he truly wanted was out of reach? She didn't know and that terrified her.
He sent her a soft smile, "what we had was good before I fucked it up. Before I... I slept with someone else but what happened then... It wasn't soft, or gentle, or loving... It was harsh and fast and was meaningless and I wish I... I wish I lost it with you instead" he admitted, dropping his head a little, "someone I love - not someone I... I was probably borderline obsessed with even if I didn't recognise it at the time..."
"Isaac..."
He glanced up, bright blue eyes settling on her.
"Do you mean it?"
He nodded, being wholeheartedly honest with her, "I do. I love you... And I just hope, one day, you can forgive me"
She hoped that too. She liked Isaac, she would even say she loved him but she didn't want to tell him that, not yet... She couldn't give her heart away too easily, especially after everything that had happened.
She leaned forward, cupping his cheeks, "do you promise not to ever do anything with Kayla ever again?"
He nodded quickly, "I promise... She's my friend, that's it. Her and Stiles they're-they're good together. I wouldn't ruin that and I wouldn't ruin us. Never again Paige, I promise"
She had been hurt so many times, she didn't know if she could take that chance again.
But if she didn't... If she didn't take that chance she knew she would regret it for the rest of her life. If she didn't give Isaac another chance, she would look back and wish she had. So she just simply cupped his cheeks tighter, bringing him forward into a slow sweet kiss which seemed to shock him as he froze up, staring at her with wide eyes until she pulled him closer, causing him to stumble off the coffee table and clumsily hover over her on the couch, his hands placed on either side of her head.
He had missed being with her, having her love and affection and found himself sinking deeper into the passion, rolling his body against hers as she raked her nails down his t-shirt clad back, slipping her hands around to unbuckle his belt and he froze, pulling back to cock a brow. He didn't want her to think she had to, or this was the only thing he wanted because it wasn't. He wanted her, sex or no sex.
"Uh..." He glanced down, watching her fingers slyly slip the zipper down, "are you sure?"
She nodded against the arm rest, blonde curled hair pooled around her as she peered up at him, "one hundred percent" pushing his jeans slightly off his hips before opening up her dressing gown, her pink bra and matching thong now obvious as his eyes widened in amazement, "just.. No more Kayla okay?"
He nodded, swooping down to smother her insecurities with a breathtaking kiss, causing Paige to moan and arch her back, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him closer, aching to feel every inch of him.
And that was how they kinda, sorta, maybe, got back together. Passionate, slow sex on her couch and it was a miracle her parents never came home to find them in this compromising position. They had both had sex before just not with each other, desperate to make each other feel good and they did - Paige actually felt loved and wanted, she never really felt that with Harry and Isaac felt like he wasn't just led astray and taken for a joyride or being used.
He collapsed on top of her, unable to catch his breath as he buried his face into her bare chest, gulping back mouthfuls of air as sweat tingled their bodies, both seeing stars.
"Oh wow" Paige mumbled, stroking his bare muscled back.
"Yeah" he mumbled, a smile pulling at his lips as he leaned up on his elbows and kissed her, "that was amazing"
He shifted a little, pushing himself up on his palms as Paige took a quick glance down at their bare bodies, confusion tugging at her brows, "uh... Did you pull out?"
Isaac paled, whipping his head down to between her legs where he was still buried deep, savouring the high he felt, "... No... Was I supposed to?"
"You weren't wearing a condom so yeah, pulling out is generally the next line of defence"
"Crap, sorry" he rushed out, pulling back and sitting to wince loudly, "I forgot. I've never pulled... Out... Before..." He trailed off, mentally slapping himself upside the head as she pursed her lips, no doubt not needing the image of him cumming inside his best friend in her head at this specific moment in time, "uh... Whoops"
She rolled her eyes but smirked none the less, "it's fine, I'll sort it. Want to take this upstairs?"
"Do I...? Uh yeah" he laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up off the couch, both running up the stairs in glee.
"Whoa, whoa, hey there, I got you" Stiles rushed out, catching her just as her legs gave way, "take it easy okay? You only got feeling back last night, as in twelve hours ago-" he emphasised as of she wouldn't remember that, "-don't push yourself"
"I need to push myself, I'll heal quicker" she insisted but allowed him to guide her back to bed, sitting her on the edge.
"Not necessarily" he counter claimed, "it might make it worse. We've got plenty of time"
"Yeah, says the guy that can walk" she grumbled, crossing her arms stubbornly, "it's been like four days"
"Patience Kaylz"
"Screw patience" she said indignantly, "I need to get out of here"
"Whoa, no" he placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping her still and seated, "rest for a bit then we'll try again in an hour with crutches this time, alright?"
"Not alright" she pursed her lips, "you do know how much I hate hospitals, right?"
"I'm aware" he smirked, "but they have free jello, that's a plus right?"
She shrugged, "a minuscule one, I guess"
He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead as he excused himself to the bathroom, grabbing her a wet facecloth to wipe away the build up of sweat on her forehead and around her neck from her exhausting effort trying to walk, but before he could return, his phone beeped alerting him to a Facebook notification and he curiously opened it, not recognising the person who sent it, just realising it was someone the year above him in school by the name of Carter Wright and frowned as the person copy and pasted him a link.
It could be a virus. Or spam. Or some kind of hack, but Stiles' curiousity won out and he clicked on it, turning down the volume a little as the link took him to some kind of porn site (one he hadn't visited, yeah, shocker right?) and he frowned as the video loaded, wondering what the hell this guy was on.
But it all became apparent when it started and he paled, his hand tightening around the phone.
The last thing he expected was to see his girlfriend - yeah, he said girlfriend, regardless if Kayla agreed with that label or not - on her knees sucking some other guy's cock. She knew she got around the block a bit, but this? He was shocked, the colour drained from his face.
Then up popped another message from that guy, Carter, 'hey bro, that your ex? Cos damn she good' and he felt like snapping his phone in half, prying his eyes away from the POV shot video of whoever that dick belonged to, not wanting to see her deepthroating him, that image forever burned in his brain.
'No it's not. Now fuck off' he typed back, not even remembering the face cloth as he strode back into the room, his phone still held tightly in his hand.
"You good?" Kayla asked, noticing his distress as she shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling off the edge, "you look a little... Mad"
Mad? Mad? No, he was enraged, kinda hating Kayla a little for letting some strange guy take that video but feeling uncontrollable fury at the guy that acted like a complete and utter twat and decided to upload it online. Didn't he realise, or care, that if anyone found out that was Kayla - despite only seeing the top of her head and part of her face - then her reputation would be ruined even more than it already was? If he found out who that was he would snap his puny little neck-
"Stiles?" She called out, quirking a brow, "what's up?"
"Nothing" he denied, his voice tense and shaky, "absolutely nothing"
She didn't believe him, not one bit, casting a curious look to his phone it looked like he was cracking, waiting for him to get close enough so she could snatch it, quickly opening up the last page he had open.
"Kayla, what are you doing-"
She leaned back, avoiding his hands as she watched a random video starting to play, raising her brows as she watched herself, almost unrecognisable, sucking off some random stranger, "where did you get this?"
He stole his phone back before she could watch anyone, pocketing it away, "someone sent it to me"
"Huh" she pursed her lips a little. "Maybe I do have a future in porn after all" joking a little, brushing away what she just saw.
He rolled his eyes, "don't joke Kayla, this is serious"
She quirked a brow, "how?"
"How?" He repeated, "what do you mean how? Did you seriously not just see what I saw?"
"Yeah, I saw myself giving someone a blowjob - with rather good technique I might add - why is that a problem?"
He gaped at her, "it's a sex video"
"Yeah..." Not really understanding his anger, "we used to make them all the time"
"That was different" he insisted through clenched teeth, "we were in a relationship and no one else saw them, certainly not thousands of deranged pervs jerking off behind a computer screen - what if he forwards this to the whole school? Don't you care if people see this?"
"... You're ashamed of me" she muttered in afterthought, a few seconds after his initial exclamation as her confused stare soon turned into a mild glare, "it has nothing, or little, to do with the actual video, you're just scared people find out it's me, aren't you? Not exactly the most appropriate girl to have around or Christmas dinner - the one that goes around sucking cocks for the fun of it"
"Maybe, yeah" he shouted, "because it's bad enough I have to face going to school every day and seeing 'Johnstone' or 'Kieren Willis' or any other person you hopped right on and try and keep my cool when all I want to do is punch them"
"Who cares?" She exclaimed right back at him, "who cares who sees? I don't. It's not worth it. Sex is totally natural, and the sooner people accept that, the better"
He narrowed his eyes, "so should I expect any more sex tapes to emerge from the cracks and make an appearance?"
She shrugged bitterly, "I don't know. Can't exactly remember every person I fucked, remember?"
He rolled his eyes, "I need a walk - clear my head"
"Yeah, well-" she scoffed, "-lucky for some" watching him walk away from her to calm down and slam the door behind him and she picked up the nearby jug of water, throwing it at the door so that it cracked apart and water spilled all over the floor.
"Asshole" she shouted in anger, glad he had left if that was going to be his attitude, stubbornly pulling herself forward by her arms so she could place her numb feet on the floor, determined now more than ever to walk just to defy him. He wanted her to rest well she damn well wasn't going to do that. Screw that - screw him.
So she pulled herself up, holding onto the bedside table to stabilise herself as she put a single foot forward, her leg wobbling but just managed to do that without falling, inching her other foot forward but that leg was considerably weaker and it gave way under her, causing her to drop to the floor like a stone, taking the table down with her.
"Dammit" she exclaimed in anger, slamming her palms off her thighs with a loud slap, "just start working for the love of God!"
And it was then she got the call.
The call that changed everything.
She was trying so damn hard to be good, to be the person she was and no one seemed to recognise she was trying her hardest. Stiles still got mad at her, Isaac wasn't really talking to her and her so called friends hadn't even shown up to visit - what more did she have to do?
Because being soft just got her hurt and confused, attacked and raped and this being 'good' was starting to lose its appeal.
She grunted as she slid along the floor, grabbing her cracked phone and swiped answer, snapping out a harsh "yeah?"
"Miss Hale?"
"I said yeah!"
"We're from the police force in Oak Bridge, Arizona - I'm sheriff Woods"
She had a daunting feeling in the pit of her stomach but ignored it, "yeah, and? Should I be impressed?"
He didn't appear put off by her tone, not in the slightest, "I'm sorry to tell you that your daughter uh... Mia-" she heard the rustling of papers as he double checked her name, "-her grave has been defiled"
She subconsciously tightened her hand around the phone, muttering out a simple word, "how?"
"The headstone was broken and her grave had been dug out. Miss Hale-" god she really hated that formal tone, "-I'm really sorry to tell you that... That her bones have been stolen. An investigation is under way and we will try our hardest to-"
She didn't hear the rest, the phone slipping from her grasp and, for the first time in so long, she felt absolute raging agony soar through her veins, igniting this deep sense of maternal protectiveness she thought long gone.
In response, her eyes flared a bright dangerous green, new found power surging through her broken and battered body as the clouds overhead darkened, heavy rain starting to pelt down.
But despite this, this enraged bitterness and anger, a lone tear caught on her bottom eyelid but she swiped it away before it could fall.
If anyone messed with her daughter, they were messing with her and Kayla always - always - got her own back. This time was no different.
And just as the clouds erupted and her anger and distress pooled from her in strong waves, Stiles was outside the hospital, taking long strides around the car pack to try and chill out a bit, knowing he was getting pissed way too easily these days but having no control over it - not really. Better he excuse himself from the situation than make things worse by getting angry. That would help no one.
Except he was angry. Still was, even now he was out in the fresh air. He hated everyone she slept with and he hated her for acting so casual about it, still not having the capacity to understand why it set him on edge.
He stopped walking just outside the entrance, near a couple of benches and swiped the sweat away from his forehead, feeling a curious pair of eyes on him and glanced around, trying to pinpoint who they belonged to and found out just a few seconds later, his gaze clashing with a girl's, probably no older than himself and she flushed a deep red, dropping her stare.
He gave a little awkward wave before turning back to his phone, pursing his lips as he eyed up the Facebook notification, not wanting to click on the link again because he was jut torturing him but he did, biting his lip as he watched the video again. And again. Then again. A pool of fiery anger and jealousy churning in the pit of his gut.
It just reminded him how badly she was screwed up, and a week of sharing her bed wasn't going to change that.
If she wanted to shrug this off then that was her choice but he didn't have to like or agree to it and he certainly didn't, clicking his phone shut after watching that crude video for the eighth time, trying to tune out the guy's moans and filthy words as he sighed, turning on his heel to appear next to the girl that was eyeing him up earlier, not really sure what he was doing but just knowing he needed to not think for a little while before his mind collapsed.
"Hey" he said abruptly, sticking his hand out as her eyes widened, "I'm Stiles"
She gaped, gingerly placing her hand in his to shake as her cheeks continued to darken.
"Oh u-uh... Sophie"
"Want a coffee?"
Her eyes were wide but she nodded, smiling a little at him and Stiles just extended his arm, "ladies first"
Natália was pleased with her work, circling the tiny coffin placed on the rickety old table of the motel she was staying in, pursing her lips in thought.
"I could burn your bones" she thought out loud, "or weigh you down at the bottom of the ocean so your mother will never find you. Or I could keep you locked away, tormenting her for the rest of her miserable life. I haven't decided yet"
She tapped her fingers along the pale and broken wood, "or maybe... Better yet... She should see you. All bones and nothing else, I imagine that would hurt her would it not?"
She didn't know how exactly but Natália was confident that by using her daughters bones against her, she could destroy that arrogant bitch and that... That made her incredibly happy, smirking down at the coffin.
"Maybe you'll be reunited with your mom after all" she smirked, "after I kill her and believe me, little one, that will happen, sooner rather than later"
a)n) bit shorter than usual but I'm swamped and tired and have to get up at 5:45 now I'm back at uni and I fell asleep writing this chapter last night and have finished it just Before I head to uni lol But I hope you all enjoyed and I would appreciate want feedback I live on reviews haha thanks peeps and see you soon x