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Stiles wasn't really sure what he was doing. All he really knew was that he needed to calm down and pronto, not wanting to completely lose it like it seemed he was going to. He knew he was getting more angry and out of control lately but didn't really see it as a massive problem - he knew he could control it, he had the willpower, but didn't recognise it escalating, and if he did he pushed it back, pretending what was happening wasn't real. That it was just a bad dream. An exaggeration. And he was so pissed and riled up, he knew talking to a complete stranger would keep him calm and rational, obviously not wanting to hurt anyone and definitely not some innocent girl.
They headed towards the hospital cafeteria and Stiles only just now realised how small the girl was, probably no more than five foot tall, maybe even less, with a dainty body that looked like the slightest touch of a feather would knock her over, her long blonde hair left wavy and natural with a face free from make up apart from some dark mascara coating her lashes, her cheeks still burning a bright red.
"Sorry" he apologised as they walked side by side, "was I being too forward back there?"
"Oh um... n-no, not all" she had a thick australian accent, he just realised, "I was just mortified you caught me staring"
He smirked, "I don't recognise you from school"
"I'm homeschooled" she informed him, "we live just outside town, in the caravan park?" and he nodded, letting her know she was following along, "we only moved here a couple years back"
"From Australia?"
Her smile was wide, two cute dimples showing on her cheeks, "is it that obvious?"
"Just a little" he joked, "from whereabouts?"
"Melbourne"
"Isn't it really hot over there?"
"Not overly" she toyed with her hands, like she was still a little nervous, "it's next to the ocean so it's a little cooler than other parts. Nice place though"
He pointed towards an empty table and two chairs, following her through the isle to sit down opposite her, "cool, I've never been to Austrailia before - why the move?"
She shrugged, "I guess my parents wanted a change" before deciding to change the subject, squirming a little under his gaze and questions, feeling like she was being scrutinised, "are you here visiting someone?"
"Uh... Yeah" now the tables were turned and Stiles was being placed under the spotlight he got uncomfortable, his left leg bouncing up and down, "my um... My girlfriend"
"Oh" Sophie deflated a little, suddenly feeling incredibly bad for talking to him, "is she okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine" he stated, "we're just not exactly on the best of terms at the moment"
"Why's that?"
"... You got all night?" he joked feebly but, to his surprise, she nodded totally seriously, pulling her purse from her shoulder bag.
"I'll get us some coffee, and you can tell me all about it"
He was slightly shocked and in awe at her willingness to listen to him rant, her empathy and understanding. When she returned with the two coffees she slid one over to him, telling him she was all ears.
He couldn't tell her the whole story - obviously. There was no way he could say 'oh yeah, and my girlfriend died for two months after getting stabbed through the chest because my doppelgänger, an ancient Chinese spirit, really wanted her dead' without sounding crazy. So he adapted it... Okay, he adapted it a lot.
He told her how they met, how he fell for her hard and fast but throughout the whole relationship there was times she would pull away, scared of commitment and how he totally understood why but it still hurt him none the less. He spoke about his insecurities, how he constantly felt like she would find someone better - someone stronger, someone better looking, someone with a better social standing. He then said how they lost a baby, how things weren't really the same for a long time after that but they both tried and both stuck through the pain until one day, she left. He never said she died, just that through circumstances out with either of their control she had to leave and some terrible things happened. Things he couldn't repeat even if he wanted to. And that when she came back, she wasn't the same. Unfeeling. Mean. Borderline sociopathic. How she went around sleeping with everyone, regardless of the pain it caused him. How, wherever he looked, he was bound to see one of her many conquers. Especially with Isaac being so close to home. He then spoke about getting back with her, sort of, how he was more than willing to try and resolve things because he loved her more than anything but explained how messed up she was - how she still didn't seem to 'get it', brushing off his worries and hurt because she didn't understand it. How she had promised she would try and fix herself for him, but there didn't seem to be any progress. It was like she wanted to stay this way.
But he wasn't perfect either, he had messed up too and hurt her right back but they had learnt from their stupid teenager mistakes. They were now in an adult relationship, their problems had to be resolved maturely.
Sophie sat patiently, listening to him speak and rant until, before either of them knew, three hours had passed and their coffees had gone stone cold.
"I just... I don't know" Stiles shrugged, dropping his stare to the table, "sometimes it just feels like we're going backwards and I... I don't know how to fix us this time"
Sophie's pale blue eyes were trained on him the entire time, her focus solely pinned on him as she pushed away her coffee, leaning her elbows on the table as she pursed her lips in thought.
"Don't take this the wrong way but uh... It sounds to me like um... Like you need a break" he quirked a brow, "you can love someone and not be in a relationship with them, especially if the relationship, at that moment in time, isn't healthy. There's nothing wrong with putting your needs first"
"Yeah... I guess..." He murmured, "I just... I just really love her, so much it kinda scares me sometimes" he let out a dry chuckle, rubbing at his eyes as tiredness and sadness hit him full force, "and the sad thing is... I know why she's acting this way... It's because she's damaged, but I still get mad at her..."
"You get mad because you care" she formed him gently, "it's passion - you desperately want her back to the girl you knew because you believe in her, but because you feel like she's not trying as hard as you know she's capable of, you get angry. It's simple psychology"
"... You're smart" he smiled a little, causing her cheeks to flame a bright red as she avoided his soft stare, pushing herself back in the wooden seat, "yeah... I guess it is because I know she's capable of more than this. She's amazing... I just don't think she realises it"
"That's common among abuse survivors" his eyebrows shot up, surprised she managed to get that from his long winded ramblings, "it's the way you said stuff" she explained, "I'm guessing physical, emotional and sexual abuse, right?"
"...Yeah..."
"Don't take my word as gospel but uh... Do you want my two cents?"
He nodded, willing to listen to anyone's advice or wonderings if it meant he had, even a clue, of how to help her and understand her better.
"Surviving abuse can, well... It can change a person. Make them 'emotionally impaired' let's say. They may not realise their self worth, or believe in themselves. It's like... I don't know exactly how to explain this, but it's like they have different filters in their brain. So when someone, like yourself, says you love them, their thoughts go through this filter inside their head that says stuff like "I'm not worth their love', 'how can they love me?' Stuff like that. It's common in people with personality disorders, like borderline. Trauma is a horrible thing and it'll never completely go away. I'm not sure, but the things you talked about, her drug abuse, anger issues, lack of self worth, vulnerability at being able to admit she's in love, sexual promiscuity... It sounds like these behaviours are a direct result of the abuse... I think... I think for a seventeen year old girl, she's very damaged, and I think she needs help. Professional help" she added, "because people like ourselves can't possibly understand or fathom what goes through her head or how she thinks, if we try it can do more harm than good"
"... Maybe that's what I've been doing wrong" he mumbled in sickening realisation, "trying too hard to understand and know everything that goes through her without taking a step back and just... And just reassuring her"
She have a small, one shouldered shrug, "do you make her talk about it?"
"What? The abuse?" she nodded, studying him intently, "well, I don't 'make' her, I encourage her to open up to me if she wants to... Let her know that talking helps..."
She winced a little, eyes full of sympathy, "talking does help. Normally. But if someone has suffered trauma that is still effecting them... Sometimes it re-traumatises them" his eyes widened, "over and over and over again. They found that out after 9/11"
"... Oh..." he muttered, his face falling, "I didn't know..."
"Don't worry about it" she reassured, "it's a common misconception. Mental health is a very delicate thing and everyone's different, it's not like a broken arm that can be fixed in a short few weeks. It takes time and effort and commitment and even then, not everyone heals completely. It's sad, but true"
"... I'm sorry you had to listen to all my crap" he apologised with a long sigh, "you probably can't wait to get away from me now, huh?"
"Nonsense" she frowned, "I like talking with you. I just hope it helped"
He nodded, "you did. A lot. And maybe you were right. Maybe Kaylz and I do need to take a break. Since she came back, I've been too focused on having her back as my girlfriend to fully understand or give her time to heal. I can still help and love her, without making her feel guilty about not being able to say it back"
Sophie smiled, "it's evident you do love her. A lot. Not a lot of people would stick by someone and try this hard. I hope it works out for the both of you"
He leaned forward, watching her intently, "I want to keep talking with you, would that be okay?"
Her cheeks, which now seemed to be in a constant state of blush, tingled with heat as she bit her lip, flushing under his unwavering stare, "u-uh s-sure, of course"
"I need to talk to Kayla... Meet me outside?"
"Y-Yeah" her voice came out weak and breathless, her palms getting sweaty as she coughed to clear her throat and forced a smile on her face, "I mean... Yes. Perfect. Um... Okay, yeah" she went to stand up, accidentally knocking over her chair, "crikey uh..." She flushed harder, picking up her chair and avoiding his amused stare, "see you in a bit"
He chuckled a little as she scuttled away, finding it refreshing talking to someone that actively listened and seemed to understand him - he hadn't felt that since before Kayla died, not realising just how truly much he missed it because what she was now, she didn't listen, just acted. Their conversations were superficial, at best. But for the last three hours, he actually felt respected and valued, how sad he had forgotten what that was like.
So he made his way back to Kayla's room, reminding himself to stay calm and not to get mad at her no matter what kind of mood she was in but, as it soon became apparent, that was easier said than done.
"Uh... Hey" he greeted cautiously as he slipped in the room, his eyes widening a little as he saw her standing, "whoa, what are you doing, I thought we agreed you would rest"
Her head whipped around towards him, her fiery glare enough to make him stop in his tracks, "we agreed? We agreed? No Stiles, you pushed your stupid views and opinions on me because, apparently, what you have to say is the word of God"
Okay Stiles, take a deep breath take a deep breath, take a de-
"I was only looking out for you" he snapped, "don't get pissy with me"
Her jaw clenched, her eyes blazing with hellfire, "what are you even doing back? I thought by now you would be in that bitches pants"
He frowned, trying to understand what she meant before it dawned on him, his eyes rolling at her assumption, "so, what? Now I can't even talk to someone?"
"Talk to who you like, I don't care" she was holding herself up by supporting herself with her palms on the bedside table, her legs still wobbling a little but definitely a lot stronger than when he last saw her over three hours ago.
"Why are you so bitter?" he demanded, "it's not a good look on you Kaylz"
"Neither is dead weight hanging off my arm" she snarled, "and you're dead weight. So kindly get the fuck out"
He was totally confused and overwhelmed by her mood changes, not understanding what warranted this type of response, "Kaylz... I need to talk to you"
"Well I don't want to talk to you"
"Kayla-"
"Stiles, get out"
She couldn't do this, she couldn't talk, couldn't look at him, not with the amount of anger and fear pumping through her veins. Her daughter was taken, her body dug up and disturbed from her place of rest - she was furious, reaching boiling point and she needed Stiles to stay away from her at this moment.
She didn't want to disappoint him.
She didn't want to end up hurting him, like she knew she would if he continued pushing into her personal bubble and she couldn't have that.
So she did what she did best.
She pushed him away, keeping him at arms length.
"No, you know what?" He stepped forward, ignoring her warning glare, her hackles raising as she resisted physically pushing him away, "not everything's about you. When I say we need to talk, I mean we need to talk now. No ifs buts or maybes"
"Stiles I already told you to get out, don't you dare make me ask you again-"
"I don't think we should be in a relationship" he interrupted her furious spiel, flinching a little as she twisted around to look at him, such shock and misery twisting her features at his callous, unforgiving tone and deliberately made his voice a little softer, hoping to make her understand where he was coming from, "I mean... I want to be. I want you so bad Kayz but... But it can't work like this. Not when you're... You're the way you are. It's not fair on either of us"
She was lost for words, unable to formulate any real thoughts at this moment in time.
"But I love you... Always have, always will, that's never going to change" he vowed, "and I'm always going to be here for you, helping you... I just think that being together now... It's going to end badly. And we both deserve for it to work, wholeheartedly, when we're both ready but I realise now that... That you're not ready. And it's my fault for pushing you into being back with me, I know that now, but... But I'm still going to be right by your side, helping you with everything you're going through. Together, we can fix you, concentrate on helping you get better without putting our relationship needs first"
She didn't know his words had the power to devastate her so much.
For weeks he pushed and pushed and pushed at her, forcing her to feel things she didn't want to because he wanted them to be together, to live their lives with each other in it and just when she was getting used to being with him, admitting that she loved him, something she never thought capable of her, he dropped her like a bag of stones?
No, fuck that. Fuck him. He couldn't do this to her. He couldn't mess with her emotions like this. She had had enough. He was never happy with what he had, always wanting more and more of her, things that she physically couldn't give him but had tried to.
She always knew that her love for him would completely wreck her, she just didn't know how much.
"Get out" she said quietly, her voice trembling with fury as she tried to hold it together, to keep check of her emotions despite falling apart from the pressure.
He frowned, reaching out for her, "Kaylz-"
She drew back, stumbling into the bedside table to glare daggers at him, "you have been my biggest mistake time and time again Stiles, ever since the moment I first laid eyes on you" her voice snarling as she hurled vile and bitter words at him, "I wish to god I had never met you because everything, everything has been your fault. Everything. And I hate you for it, I do" she nodded, "I hate you"
"Stop it" he snapped, "stop lashing out at me and saying stuff you don't mean. I'm trying to have an adult conversation with you here"
"I DO MEAN IT" she screamed, such wrathful intent burning in her violent tone, "you... You asshole. How dare you make me fall in love with you again. How fucking dare you" she was harsh and unforgiving, her voice as sharp as a whip, "and when you've had enough you just walk away, just like that"
He shook his head, "it's not like that, I'm still going to be here, right by your side-"
"No... No" she shouted, "you can't pick and choose, my emotions are not a fucking game. If you don't want to be with me then that's it, over. Done. For good"
"You're acting irrational-"
"You hate me, admit it" she snarled, "admit that some part of you hates me because I enjoyed going around having sex with tens of different people that weren't you. Admit it. Say it. Tell me that's why you despise me - because to you, now I'm just a tainted whore" he flinched, his jaw clenching as he resisted screaming back at her, "you're mad I opened my legs to other people because you thought you were something special well, newsflash, you're not. You're a waste of space"
"Shut up" he warned, pointing an angry finger at her, "I mean it"
"Because-" she continued unforgivingly, "-thirty, forty, maybe even fifty people got a piece of me and you hate that. You hate that I enjoyed myself with other people that wasn't you because you're a jealous, controlling-"
"I SAID SHUT UP" he hollered so loudly her ears rang, his cheeks turning a dark red as his eyes darkened, that terrifying evil glint returning to his stare as she clenched her jaw, the words dying in the back of her throat.
"Stop talking about it" he demanded, "I don't want to know how many people you spread your legs for and fucked when you were acting like a slu-" he stopped himself before he could say it, biting back his fury.
"Yeah, that's right" she nodded, "your girlfriend is what society deems a slut. A girl that goes from her back, to her knees to then being on top with five different people a night. A girl that has no dignity or class or self respect. A girl with low standards that will fuck anybody. That's what society thinks of me and now that's what you think of me. But-" she pointed out, "-you didn't have a problem with it when it was your cock I was sucking, or your body I was on top of, did you? So fuck you and your fucking double standards"
She could tell he was trying desperately hard to stop himself from exploding, his arms trembling at his sides, "yeah" he gave her a distasteful glance over, "clearly it was me with the low standards"
That hurt. That hurt a lot but she tried desperately hard not to show it, not willing to show him her weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
"Maybe it was" she agreed quietly, "because all I'm good for is a fuck, right? I mean, that's what everyone thinks. They think they can take what they want and I let them. I let them use me and screw me and do unspeakable things as they video it for the whole world to see" she shrugged, "so happy we've established that" she added half sarcastically, half bitterly as she glared at him.
"I've tried so hard with you Kayla" he shook his head in disappointment, "and you keep throwing it back in my face"
"Maybe because I hate you" she stated coolly, "I hate you and I blame you and I despise having to look at your face and see the nogitsune. Hear my words Stiles, loud and clear-" she leaned forward, making sure she pronounced each word slowly and clearly, "-I. Don't. Want. You. Understand?"
He scoffed, rolling his eyes at her, "you're unrecognisable"
"Yeah, well... That's what happens when you go to hell for someone that you wished never stepped foot in your life"
"Don't you dare try and corrupt what we had" his voice was shaking with intensity, "don't you dare"
"Why?" she snapped abruptly, "I've lost faith that what we ever had was real"
His bottom lip curled, "I loved you, even when you didn't deserve it"
"GET OUT" she screamed, riled up and seeing red, "just get out and don't come back"
"Believe me-" he scoffed, narrowing his eyes at her, "- I won't" and with that he stormed from her room, making sure to slam the door so harshly it almost came off its hinges, the walls shaking as the loud echo almost pierced her eardrums and she flinched, a sudden sadness coiling in the pit of her stomach.
Why did she keep pushing people away? Was she really that messed up and damaged?
The answer was yes, and she fucking well knew it.
So she limped back to the bed, her legs a little stronger but still unreliable and grabbed her overnight bag, throwing her spare clothes into it and checked herself out against medical advice.
The last place she needed right now was a hospital.
It was drowning herself in a very large bottle of the strongest alcohol she could get her hands on, maybe a few different kinds of illicit drugs and hopefully, fingers crossed, never wake up again.
His fist pummelled the centre of the steering wheel, loud beeps following this action from the horn honking as he tried to pull himself together, to stay in control, to stop completely losing it as he ran his hands through her hair, his hands shaking with fury and frustration.
"Sorry" he mumbled shamefully, unable to look at the person in the passenger seat out of pure embarrassment and mortification, "I didn't mean to lash out"
"It's okay" Sophie mumbled in understanding, "if anything, it should be me saying sorry. If our talk influenced your decision in any way-"
"No, it's not your fault, promise" he pushed himself up, sending her a small smile, "she just frustrates me so much. And now she wants nothing to do with me..."
"Things will cool down" she reassured, "and they'll sort themselves out"
"No..." He said pessimistically, "they won't. They can't. Not if she doesn't change"
"... I really am sorry" Sophie muttered, realising just how heartbroken he truly was, "but maybe it's for the best?"
"Maybe" he agreed glumly, "we'll soon see. And enough about my crappy situation, I'm being selfish ranting to you, you don't deserve my passive aggressive anger"
"It's alright" she smiled, "I like helping you. I want to"
He quirked a brow at her, "you do?"
"Of course" she inclined her head forward into a gentle nod, "I would love to be a psychologist one day, that's like my dream"
"Well you'll be fab at it"
"You think?"
"You put up with my crap and baggage for the last God knows how long" he joked, "trust me, you're a natural"
She blushed a light pink, "oh um... Well thanks Stiles"
She was nice and caring and listened to him, calm and shy and was everything Kayla wasn't at this moment in time. Maybe that's why he leaned over, cupping her cheek and pressed a slow soft kiss to her lips, half expecting her to push him away but was pleasantly surprised when she gasped in surprise, allowing her lips to part as she reached out to bunch his shirt in her grasp, pulling him further forward.
"If um..." He pushed himself back a little so only their lips were brushing, peeling his eyes open to watch hers slowly flutter open in amazement, "if this is too forward, then just say, but uh... Would you maybe, I don't know, like to um... Like to come back to mine?"
Her blue eyes widened, casting a nervous blue gaze to the hospital past his shoulder, out the window, "but you have a girlfriend..."
"No I don't" he said gently, "not really"
She bit her lip, glancing down at her lap, "I do like you..."
His lips quirked, "then accept my offer"
She was blushing a deep red now, wringing her hands together as she peered up through her eyelashes at him, biting hard on her bottom lip, "o-o-okay"
"Wha- really?" He whispered, suddenly feeling very nervous, "if you don't want to it's chill-"
She cut him off with a peck to the lips, forcing a light smile on her face, "I want to. Why do you think I was looking over at you earlier? It wasn't for your fashion sense"
He chuckled at her shy humour, starting the engine, "okay, cool, my house is like a five minute drive..."
Either it was anticipation or nerves but he made it there in four, pulling up to his driveway and opened the passenger side door for her, watching her jump down and was still taken aback by her small height and stature, making sure he kept it slow as he leaned in for another kiss, one she eagerly responded to.
They somehow made it up his path and through the door, kicking off their shoes by the front door as he dropped his jeep keys to the small table underneath the coat rack, his back getting sore from bending down an entire foot just to keep their lips moulded so slinked his hands down to her thighs, pulling her up so her legs could encircle his waist.
She squealed a little at the sudden movement, an adorable Crimson blush still splattered across her cheeks as she blew some blonde stray hair from her clammy face, fingers gripping onto his shoulders to steady herself at the sudden movement change.
"Sorry" his lips quirked, "you're too small and I was getting backache"
"Ha-ha" she mocked, pretending to be off put by his teasing of her height, "not my fault my parents DNA made me four foot eleven"
He allowed his hands to stay on her thighs, not daring to go anywhere else yet as he walked them both up the stairs, not wanting their lips to separate for a second as he blindly found his bedroom, almost tripping over some dirty laundry on the floor and collapsed onto the bed, pinning her small body beneath his.
Her hands were slightly shaky from nerves as she peeled off his shirt, running her fingers over his tee-shirt clad chest as he pushed himself up, pulling it off by the back of the neck and watched as her chest flushed a light pink, her jugular pumping wildly in her neck as her eyes widened at his bare, toned chest, a noisy gulp escaping her throat.
"Um... Uh... You're um... O-Okay I didn't expect that"
He smirked, reaching out to take a hold of her dainty wrist and guide her palm to rest over his chest, directly between his pecs and felt a sense of proudness as she stared at him in awe, her nails digging into his skin.
"D-Do you work out?"
"Now and again" he replied, shivering a little as her nails gently scratched all the way down his chest slowly, admiring and tracing each bump and crevice in his skin, outlining the shape of his abs before brushing the tips of her fingers through the thick dark hair down his navel.
He held himself up with one hand, his fingers outlining the shape of her petite body as he fiddled with the buttons of her shirt, opening them one by one until more and more of her flesh was on show, her plain nude bra now obvious.
She wasn't big chested, in fact as far as he could see she didn't have much breasts at all but he was still overwhelmed and in awe as his eyes settled on her chest, reaching out to feel along the rim of her bra, wanting desperately to untie it.
"Oh... Um..." He watched her nerves seize hold of her body, totally freezing beneath him, "uh... I haven't... I mean uh... I haven't, you know... Ever..."
His eyebrows shot up, "you're a virgin?"
Even the tips of her ears blushed as she shyly nodded, curling a little under his smouldering stare.
"Oh" he was surprised, trying to catch her gaze again, "it's okay" he whispered, keeping his voice light and gentle, "it's no big deal. I'll be gentle..."
"You will?"
"Of course" he nodded, leaning down to brush his lips across hers, "I like it slow too"
She smiled a little, pushing her nerves away as much as she could as she undid his belt buckle and zipper, hands trembling a little as she pushed him pants off his hips and he helped her, kicking away the offending item before helping her from her own shirt and jeans, leaving her petite body in the plain nude bra and underwear.
"... C-Can I?" his gaze dipping to her chest and despite feeling like she wanted to cower away and cover herself up, she nodded, taking in a deep comforting breath as she allowed him to slowly undo her bra and peel it away from her body.
Her eyes snapped shut, too nervous to see his reaction. She was petite and small, the same went for her breasts. Meaning she didn't have any. Literally - she was an AA cup, and if he was disappointed or put off she certainly didn't want to see it, her self esteem couldn't handle that.
But Stiles wasn't disappointed or put off, his breath stuttering a little as he dipped his head, his cool breath fanning across her flushed and sweaty skin as he reached up, pinching her swollen nipple that was hard and peaked, the brown flesh protruding from the skin like a button, not caring the curve of her breasts was non existent as he wrapped his mouth around her nipple, feeling her back arch a little in surprise.
She was trembling in anticipation, her thighs rubbing together as he slyly trailed a hand down her thin body, pinging the elastic of her underwear before slipping his fingers underneath the fabric, caressing her bare and smooth skin before inching his wet lips across her chest to gently suck on the other nipple, his boner now achingly prominent against her hip.
But he wanted to take his time. He didn't do heartless one night stands, not like Kayla, and this girl's pleasure was more important to him that his, pressing a gentle butterfly kiss to her peaked nipple before pulling back and slowly tugging her underwear down her legs.
If there was one thing he knew girls liked, then this was it - and he knew he was damn well pretty fucking good at it.
She wasn't expecting this, totally caught off guard as his head disappeared between her legs to start sucking and flicking his expert tongue through her folds, the tip of his tongue then beginning to circle her clit in slow, steady circles.
And she honestly didn't expect for something simple to be so good.
Stiles savoured every moment - every jolt of her body, every little squirm, every surprised gasp that fell from her lips when he hit a particularly spot. He dragged it out, groaning at her sweet sweet taste, a sense of accomplishment brewing in his gut that no other person has been here before, no one else had explored her body, not like what he was doing now and he intended to make a lasting impression.
He dragged his tongue down until it was buried deep inside her warmth, reaching out to start rubbing her clit with his thumb, teasing her, bringing her to the edge as she unravelled and he gladly licked up her slick arousal, her tight core pulsating around him.
His mouth pressed fevers not kisses to her entire pussy as she came down from her high, all the way from the inside of her thighs to her swollen pink lips, her flushed clit and to the bare mound of skin just above this where her skin was smooth and hair free, not a single bump or crevice he could feel like she had just been freshly waxed, swallowing the taste of her before sitting up, just about to pull off his boxer shorts but her exhausted and meek and mild voice interupted his actions.
"Stiles, wait... Uh... That was g-great, I mean really really amazing and-and everything but... But I... I just don't think I'm ready to, you know..." She mumbled, "I would love to I just... I don't know if I can just yet. I'm sorry"
He wasn't going to lie - he was a little disappointed, but her comfort was well above his desires and needs.
"It's alright" reassured, adjusting his boxer shorts around his painfully awkward and very obvious cock protruding from the thin material, "I wouldn't want you to do anything just because you feel you have to"
"Y-You're not mad?"
She seemed scared and anxious, her petite body sinking into the mattress.
"What? No, of course not" he collapsed next to her, pulling up the covers which she disappeared under right to her neck, still shy and self conscious, "I promise"
She blew out a long, relieved breath, "thank god... I thought you would be angry at me for stopping"
"Not one bit" he smiled a little, "but you're okay, yeah?"
She nodded, twisting onto her side as he sent her a wink, "then that's all that matters" casting a slightly awkward and irritated look down between his legs, "uh... But you'll have to excuse me to the bathroom, once it's up it won't go back down again and I really don't wanna end up blue-balled, that shit is painful as hell"
She was so fucking stupid.
What a selfish little bitch she was.
Weak. Pathetic. Hateful.
She was the epitome of bad choices and mistakes yet she kept making the same ones again and again and again.
She was a complete and utter joke.
This is what went through her head as she sat at the crowded bar and downed shot after shot of the strongest liquor - tequila, vodka, absinthe, rum, and she even managed to get the bartender to give her a bottle of spirytus rektyfikowany, some polish vodka with one of the highest percentages of pure alcohol in the world that she couldn't pronounce the name of even if she was sober and sat sipping from the bottle, the sharp burn numbing her emotional pain.
She hated herself. She hated who she was and what she had become more so than anyone else hated her. She literally despised herself, couldn't even bear her own thoughts as company. She had been to hell, but living? That was hell too and she was currently juse managing to stay afloat through it.
She didn't feel too good, her stomach churning and head pounding, her entire abdomen flaring up with pain but she ignored these very obvious warning signs and kept on drinking. Sip after sip. Mixing her alcohols too. Taking some pills of ecstasy and some PCP as well just to shut up the internal war raging on inside her head.
She wanted Stiles. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to be normal and to be with her friends too but this bitter, angry part still hated them. Why did they get to live? It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. They were normal, they were good and happy and she was alone and wrecked. She couldn't keep living like this, especially as the guilt started to come.
She found herself feeling bad.
She felt terrible for killing all those people, destroying so many families. She was truly a terrible person, she deserved everything she got at punishment.
Maybe that's why she kept drinking. Because eventually her body wouldn't be able to handle it and she would keel over, dead.
That was the hope anyway.
She downed another gulp, darkness seeping in around the edges of her vision.
She wasn't all heartless. Not like she pretended. In fact, she was very much starting to feel and it was awful. Torturous. Agonising. And now, because of her outbursts and vile words, she had no one. She was all alone and the only person she had to blame was herself.
She was losing her grip on reality, her vision now dark and body sluggish as she heard a vague gruff voice in her ear but she didn't understand it, reaching out for her bottle only to accidentally knock it over and for the little alcohol there was in it to spill out.
She couldn't do anything right, even trying to kill herself. She needed more. She needed more alcohol. She needed to block out everything. She just needed not to be here, because being here was horrendous.
But she felt herself slipping off the stool, a firm hand wrapped around her elbow as she got guided away and between the drunkness and her still weak legs, she had no choice but to follow, her feet crossing as she tripped and stumbled her way forward, only getting a brief sense of awareness when the cool air from outside hit her, her vision clearing slightly.
"Found one" a deep masculine voice called out but she couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, body swaying as she struggled to stay upright, "Young and as drunk as a skunk, we got lucky tonight"
She couldn't hold herself up any longer, legs giving way as she tumbled to the hard Tarmac below, trying to stay upright from where she was kneeling but she felt terrible, her stomach screaming in agony, her senses all but gone as she felt a presence in front of her, trying to look up, to see who was there, but all she saw was a shadow but despite that, she knew she didn't like this person.
The stranger in front chuckled, "damn, we did get lucky" and she felt cold, grabby hands suddenly ripping at her shirt, "and no princess, we won't be gentle"
Her body careened backwards to hit the Tarmac after he punched her, not even having enough energy to scream or shout as she felt hit after hit, squeeze after squeeze, smack after smack until she was useless and they ripped at her clothes with no mercy, each one climbing on top to roughly use her until she was covered in bruises - many matching unrelenting finger marks.
She didn't even know how much time had passed, or if any time had passed at all, but when she forced herself to come to, her entire body ached, sharp pains shooting throughout every inch of her.
She was face first on the Tarmac in some questionable alleyway, the left side of her face scraped and bloody from the friction of the ground as she slowly pushed herself up until she was kneeling, holding back a wince as she blinked, gazing down at herself.
Her shorts were gone, both her legs bruising varying colours of reds and pinks, her underwear was ripped and torn, her bra gone as well but her shirt was still thrown over her but yanked open, the valley of her bare breasts obvious and shoes missing and with sickening certainly, she knew what happened.
People taking what they wanted, yet again.
But she couldn't cry. She couldn't do anything. Maybe this was her punishment? Did something, or someone - God maybe? - hear what she thought? Was this karma? It was, it had to be. Karma came to bite her in the ass and she couldn't even get mad because it was what she deserved.
So she numbly pulled on her shorts, pushing herself to stand wobbly as she wrapped her buttonless shirt around her bare torso, her entire skin burning and sore to touch as she slowly, but surely, limped away, her feet dragging along the ground as she kept falling, her knees just giving way spontaneously but she was relentless, ignoring the sharp pains in her bare, bleeding feet until she came to one house in particular that she hoped would help her.
The person inside was compassionate and caring, his heart sometimes too big... He was all she had left in this moment. If he slammed the door in her face then she made a split second decision in that brief period of time. She would go to the woods, crawl or drag herself if she had to, and throw herself off the cliff edge to the sharp, unforgiving boulders below and wait patiently in agonising pain for death to come.
Because if someone like Scott McCall truly turned his back on her, then she wasn't worth anything.
She reached the front door, the entire house in complete darkness as she raised a quivering hand and rang the doorbell, shivering against the cool wind nipping at her bare, bruised skin. Blood had seeped into her knotty hair, scrapes on the inside of her thighs welling with blood and too agonising to touch, the column of her throat swollen and red from multiple hands grabbing at her neck and choking her into unconsciousness every time she tried weakly to fight back or rouse herself from unconsciousness.
She was a mess and she couldn't even hide it if she wanted.
The hall light came on, followed by the lock scraping open to reveal a tired and worried Scott, his eyes immediately widening as he took in her battered and bruised, half naked figure, totally at a loss for words.
"C-Can I c-come in?" her teeth chattered from both the cold and her nerves, her eyes welling with tears as she imagined how safe she would feel in his presence if he allowed her.
"K-Kayla... What happened?" He questioned, gently reaching out to guide her into the warm house, "are you okay?"
She was trembling like a scared kitten, letting go of her shirt to grab onto his as he closed the door, her eyes desperate and pleading.
"P-Please... P-Please don't m-make me g-go b-back out t-there" she begged, "pl-please S-Scotty... Please... I-I'm s-s-sorry just please-pl-please don't make me go b-back"
"Shhhh, I won't, it's okay, you're safe" he reassured, giving her another concerned once over as he studied her bruises from her legs to her wrists, arms to her neck and all the way down her bare chest as her tattered shirt hung open, the bruising around her breasts the most predominant, "Kay... What happened?"
"I-I don't want to t-talk about i-it" she shook her head rapidly, "do-don't make m-me say it - p-please"
His concern only grew for her, rubbing her back to try and calm her down, "do you want me to phone my mom?" He asked, feeling sick as he added two and two together and got the most reasonable answer, realising she may want a female around, "she can come back from the hospital-"
"N-No" she stuttered, "n-no, no calls, please... I just... I just... I'm... So cold..."
He pulled her shirt around her body, keeping her covered and as dignified as possible, "why don't I run you a bath?"
She nodded, clinging onto his shirt as he gently helped her up the stairs, holding most of her weight as her legs couldn't carry her any further, too exhausted after pulling herself miles to get here and allowed him to help her through to his bathroom, sitting her on the lid of the toilet seat as he pulled back the shower curtain, pushing the plug in the bath and let it start to fill with water.
But he kneeled in front of her, gently reaching out to cup her knee joints, "Kayla... If what I think happened, happened then uh... If you want me to phone the police so we can report it... Then it should be done before you wash away any evidence...?" He suggested quietly, "it's up to you though"
She was still shaking, quivering in both fear and pain, "w-what's the point?" She mumbled brokenly, "who's g-going to b-b-believe me?"
"Hey..." He reached up, cupping her bruised and tender cheek as a few tears slipped down his hand, "I believe you, and the police will too"
No, they wouldn't. No one would believe her.
"S-Stiles was right" she croaked, "I-I am j-just a s-slut"
Scott frowned in concern, "Kay-"
"M-Maybe I deserved this-"
"No" he cut her off sharply, "you didn't"
"I'm-Im a bad person S-Scott" she whispered, "I... I just..." she screwed her eyes shut, a few more droplets of tears escaping her closed eyelids, "I just... Don't-don't want to b-be here anymore... What's t-the point? People-p-people aren't su-supposed to come b-back... I don't l-like feeling empty... And-and I have n-no-one"
"That's not true" he disagreed, "you have me. I'm your friend"
She peeled her eyes open, gazing down at him tiredly, "... Maybe... Maybe I should just drown myself in this bath" she murmured, glancing over at it almost nearly full, "th-that would fix e-everything"
"I promise you, it wouldn't" he reassured, "and I'm going to stay with you okay? I won't leave you, I promise"
He helped her stand, her body now in full agonising pain as Scott helped her take off her clothes, ever the gentleman as he didn't stare but respected her fully, holding her steady as he lowered her into the warm bath but unable to tear his eyes away from all her bruises, even her back and spine were littered with them.
She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs as she glanced over at Scott, her heart filling with something warm and pleasurable, like, for once, she wasn't the most hated person on the planet.
"There was three of them" she whispered, holding his worried stare, "and yes, I was too drunk to fight back. And... And I really don't wanna talk about it. Now or ever. Please?" She begged, "please don't tell anybody... Please Scotty..."
He frowned, reaching out to cup her hand, "just try and relax" he encouraged, not quite ready to promise something that big, "I promise, you're safe here"
And that was the thing about Scott. She did feel safe around him. There was just something about him that made her naturally feel warm and safe, like she didn't have to worry about getting hurt anymore.
So she just placed her head on her knees and cried, her tears mixing with soapy water below.
A)n) LOOK AT HOW LONG THAT CHAPTER IS YOU PROUD? Lol I'm sorry for the pain but this is a massive turning point in the story, like MASSIVE haha and omg stiles, you didn't really think I would let him have sex with someone else that quick eh? Lol. And poor Kayla. I feel so bad for her, but anyways hope you all enjoyed and please please review they mean the world and help with quick updates - see? 8000 words in less than four days haha and see you all soon
Also) got a poll up about you guys choosing the name for the next story so would appreciate your vote, cheeerrrrrs :)