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Also, some warnings: this is a heavy, angsty chapter (lol, I know, whats new?) but it is mainly centred around Kayla's rape experience, and the process around that – admittance, examinations, etc, so if some don't feel comfortable with that its just a heads up x

Stiles brought her back to his house, carrying her so she wouldn't have to walk on her injured legs, holding her and not letting her go as he tucked her up in bed, hushing her cries as best he could. And it eventually worked, she ended up drifting off to sleep just as the sun started to rise, clinging to his shirt for dear life.

"It's okay baby, I've got you" he would whisper every now and then, stroking her hair, reassuring her as best he could, "you're safe now"

He hoped some part of her would hear him and believe his words, easing her distress, even a little.

Around eight he fell asleep, holding her close as he listened to her breathing but when he woke just a few hours later she was gone. He had panicked, his heart palpitating until he got a strained phone call from his dad saying that Kayla was here, shouting about wanting to get arrested and locked up so he drove as quick as he could, running into his dad's office who was desperately trying to calm a frantic Kayla down.

"Kayla, sweetheart-"

"No" she shouted, "stop it. Arrest me" she was demanding as he entered, huffing and puffing for some much needed air, "lock me up. Do it. Now" she was screaming, cheeks flushed and eyes wild, "I'm a murderer"

"Shhhh" he hushed, waving his arms out as he cast a nervous look to the deputies outside, quickly shutting the blinds, "Kaylz, baby-"

"No I won't be quiet, it's the truth" she exclaimed, "I killed. I hurt. So do something" she looked back to his dad, desperation in her eyes, "punish me"

"Kiddo…" his dad sighed, "I'm not going to arrest you-"

She let out a sound of frustration, tears blurring her eyes, "I'm a bad person"

"No" the sheriff disagreed, stepping forward at the same time Stiles did, "you did bad things, there's a difference"

She shook her head, the guilt eating her up, "please just… just do something. Lock me up. Shoot me. Kill me, I don't care just… just do something"

"Kaylz…" Stiles gently grasped her shoulders, letting her sag back against his chest, "these emotions you're feeling, this guilt and despair but it will get better, you just have to be strong"

"I… I can't stop seeing their faces" she murmured sadly, "everyone I… I h-hurt… killed… there's so many of them and I-I did that" she glanced between the two with wide, terrified eyes, "I ruined so many lives and-"

"Shhhh, it's okay" he reassured, pulling her into a hug, "it's going to be okay. Let's just get you home alright?"

She shook her head against his chest, "I-I don't have a home, not here, I-Isaac was right-"

"Excuse me?" he cut her off, pulling away and cupping her tearstained cheeks so she was forced to meet his stare, "whatever that idiot told you, forget it. You will always have a home here, with me, always. Isaac is wrong, whatever he said, do you understand?"

She was crying faintly, green eyes full of despair, "he just said what everyone is thinking…"

"No, he didn't" he shook his head, "I promise. C'mon" he took her hand, "let's go home, together okay?"

She didn't say anything, blindly following him from his dad's office but stopped short as she caught sight of someone she didn't recognise at first, a deputy, and something about him – maybe it was the way he stood, or spoke, or maybe the quirk of his lips as he chuckled about something his fellow deputy said, but whatever it was made her lungs exhale what little air there was.

Her hand slipped from Stiles', her knees shaking as she stepped back, collapsing onto the wooden bench just outside the sheriff's office, her eyes wide and unmoving from that man.

Her stomach was churning, every atom in her body feeling like it was dropped off the deepest abyss, tears filling her eyes.

Her entire body erupted into chills, hearing his voice speak words, horrid words, against her ear despite not even seeing him speak – his voice, she had heard it before… heard it say horrible, vile words to her…

That sinking feeling continued to escalate, her stomach plummeting as she watched, eyes trained solely on his figure. She didn't know where this sudden dread came from, or why she was feeling so terrified, like all the breath had been knocked from her. It was like some part of her recognised something she wasn't entirely aware of – or didn't want to accept.

"Kayla…?" Stiles' gentle voice tried to snap her back to reality, watching her completely shut herself off from what was going on around her, following her line of sight to find her staring at one of his dad's deputies busying about by his desk, confusion flaring through his body, "Kaylz, what is it?"

She never replied, whatever words she wanted to say sticking in the back of her throat because those eyes, the ones she was watching… she had seen them before, and not here at the station. No. She looked into those man's eyes and felt so much dread and disgust she was almost sick, nausea welling deep in her gut.

She remembered the feel of his stubble scratching across her skin, the heat of his lips, the rough grabbing of his hands and that low, arrogant voice as he whispered in her ear…

She completely froze, stiffening in daunting realisation and terror overtook her, her hands curling around the edge of the bench as she watched him laugh with the other deputies, grabbing his keys off his desk and started to make a move forward, their eyes clashing for a second.

At first, he looked slightly panicked at her distress, like he knew she knew but brushed that away, sending her a warning glare as he dipped his head and weaved his way between the desks to head toward the exit.

'Aw, I know you' she remembered him saying, mocking her, 'I used to see you all the time at the station in those cute little shorts. so-' he had unbuckled his pants, '-how about you learn what a real man is like, you just fuck around with weak boys - the sheriff's son is useless... uh huh, that's right, scream all you want but no one's coming for you... no one...'

Stiles watched her, recognising that look in her eyes – shame and guilt, but also fear, fear so strong it completely floored him and he glanced up, continuing to follow her line of sight as he watched his dad's deputy leave the station and his gut churned, all the colour draining from his face.

"No…" he whispered, snapping his head back to focus on Kayla but she had completely zoned out, tears filling her eyes as she gripped the bench for dear life and this fiery rage consumed him, standing up off the bench, his fists curling.

His dad's deputy…?

Arrogant, cocky Mayfield?

The police were supposed to protect, to do no harm, not… not take advantage of a seventeen-year-old, passed out girl.

He took one look at Kayla, saw her fragile exterior beginning to crack again and turned on his heel, pushing past anyone that got in his way and threw open the door so he was engulfed in the bright sunshine, the deputy's broad, imposing figure only a few steps in front of him as he headed towards the cruiser.

"Mayfield?!" he barked out, spitting fire as he felt that darkness and rage consume him but didn't even care – he was mad, no, he was raging, furious, ready for heads to roll because no one, no one, got away with hurting her. No one.

The deputy froze and turned around, quirking a brow as he glanced at Stiles, his dark eyes brimming with nervousness but played it cool, brushing a hand through his jet black locks as a small gust of wind blew his hair across his vision, running a hand down his unshaven stubble and Stiles saw red.

"Yeah kid?"

He couldn't even think about what he did, just the thought alone made Stiles sick to his stomach so he lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of his uniform and swung out with his right hand so it collided with Mayfield's jaw, his head whipping painfully to the side.

"You sick bastard" he spat out furiously, punching him again before the deputy could even think about defending himself, "you should've never have laid a hand on her" and with that his fist hit him so hard he stumbled back into the cruiser, his lip split and bleeding but Stiles didn't care – he deserved everything he got and more, no sympathy whatsoever for this man.

Mayfield – first name, Stiles' didn't know – reached out to grab him around the neck, trying to escape his grip but it was futile, this rage had engulfed him to the point of no return and he didn't care, knocking his hand away and elbowing him in the face so his nose started gushing with blood, a sickening crunch echoing around the parking lot.

"Did it make you feel powerful huh? Did it?" he demanded, slamming him back against the cruiser and holding him there, "did forcing yourself on my girlfriend make you feel in control?"

He punched him again, ready and willing to beat him down until he had stopped breathing – he would be doing the world a favour if he did. For all he knew it might not have just been Kayla, he could've done this to others too, and maybe him wearing the deputies uniform made others too fearful to speak out for backlash.

"I'm gonna kill you" he threatened lowly, spit flying from his mouth as he watch Mayfield try to breathe through the blood spilling into his mouth, "I'm going to kill you you son of a bitch-"

"Stiles, stop it" His dad barked out, running from the station with Parrish hot on his heels, "back away" but Stiles didn't listen, continuing to pummel Mayfield until his dad got a hold of him around the chest and yanked him back but Stiles wasn't finished yet, not until he saw Mayfield broken and bleeding and fought his dad's grip, twisting and turning as he got ready to explode, Parrish grabbing Mayfield before he could collapse, holding him still against the cruiser.

"I'm going to kill you, you hear me? You're a dead man Mayfield-"

"Stiles, stop it" His dad was furious, trying to pull him back further but Stiles was having none of that, his feet scuffing across the gravel as he elbowed his dad, escaping his iron wrought grip and lunged forward again, knocking Parrish out the way and wrapped his hands around Mayfield's neck, slamming him back into the cruiser and tightened his grip so his eyes bugged from his head, immediately feeling the effects of lost oxygen.

And it took the efforts of both his dad and Parrish to pull him off Mayfield before he could kill him in cold blood, his dad bearing most of his weight as he dragged him backwards, furious with his son for lashing out like a man possessed.

"Stiles, what the hell-"

"HE RAPED HER!" he shouted, and everything went quiet after that. Everyone froze, even him, sagging in his dad's grip. It was like that admittance, those words, took everything out of him and more. The pure and real realisation sinking in.

Tears blurred his vision, exhaustion and sadness making his legs almost give way as he shook his head, "dad he… he raped her. He… h-he…"

Mayfield spat out a mouthful of blood, eyeing up Stiles in disgust as he shrugged off Parrish's hands, "that little slut has had half this town between her legs, her word means nothing"

Stiles saw red again, fighting against his dad's hold but his dad was prepared this time, not letting his son go despite his flailing to take out all his anger on the deputy.

"The only thing I'm guilty of is not covering up – god knows where she's been" he added, throwing a heated glare to Parrish who attempted to shut him up, "and, what? We're supposed to believe her word when she doesn't even know the names of all those people she screwed? What we did was consensual" he lied smoothly, spitting out more blood, "sorry your girlfriend is a lying whore-"

"MAYFIELD!" but to everyone's surprise it wasn't Stiles shouting, it was the sheriff, his glare worse than anything Mayfield had ever seen before as he attempted to calm Stiles down while holding him back, "keep your vile words to yourself. Parrish – put him in the cells" Mayfield made a move to protest to that but the Sheriff continued on without hesitation, "and get him a medic. Now"

"You can't be serious" Mayfield exclaimed, shaking his head quickly as Parrish grabbed his arm, leading him back towards the station, "your idiot of a son attacked me and I'm getting locked up? This is wrong – I didn't do anything wrong, there's no evidence-"

"There is evidence" The sheriff glowered at him, holding a fuming Stiles back as he pointed to the station, "there's a girl in there whose life you've ruined and who has to be subjected to remembering everything you did. I'm placing you under arrest for rape, you don't have to say anything-"

"Cut the legal rights crap" Mayfield exclaimed, trying to escape Parrish's grip but it was futile, both disappearing through the door and once the sheriff knew it was safe to let Stiles go, he did, his eyes saddening as he watched his son hunch over, his cheeks splotted red from rage and shame.

"Stiles…"

"He raped her dad…" he whispered quietly, "I saw her face… she was remembering everything when she looked at him, everything he did… they did" he corrected, "I… I would've killed him. I would've" he nodded, staring over to his dad, "I would've killed him and felt nothing"

Chills erupted down the sheriff's spine but he repressed his concern, cupping his shoulder in support and he guided his son back to the station, hoping by now Mayfield was locked away in the cells for everyone's protection and safety and spotted Kayla still sitting on the bench outside his office.

"Everyone – clear the room" he instructed loudly, causing each one of his deputies to furrow their brows in concern, glancing up from their desks, "I said clear the room. Now"

His authoritive tone was enough to make his deputies leave without even questioning him, sending each other wondering looks but only when the bullpen was clear and everyone out of hearing distance did the sheriff move forward slowly, his eyes silently asking Stiles to stay back as he tried to deal with this situation.

Of course he didn't listen, the sheriff didn't expect him too, but he hovered behind him, giving his dad space to do what he needed to do but was close enough to intervene or help if need be.

"Kayla, sweetie-" he said as softly as he could, lowering himself to his knees in front of her as he tried to catch her gaze but it was bleak and out of focus, eyes wide as she seemingly stared at nothing in particular, "-is there anything you want to tell me?"

He understood she might not want to say – and that was totally within her right, but he wanted to make sure she felt safe and unjudged, ready to speak if she so wished. Not by forcing her, god no, just so she knew he was ready and willing to listen and take action if she wanted.

Her nails dug into the wooden bench, trying to pull herself back to reality, to snap herself from this dissociative state she was in as she blinked a few times, the tears that were once frozen, suspended on her eyelashes now fell down her cheeks and the sheriff's heart ached, wanting to reach up and take her into his arms but refrained from physical contact, not wanting to scare or push her.

He waited patiently for her to talk, to do or say something, anything, but the shock was rooting her to the spot, her mind in complete shambles. All she could see was his eyes, smell his powerful cologne, remember the pain he caused her – it was too much, too much for her to handle.

The tears dripped off her jawline, her breathing escalating until the sheriff was sure she was bordering on a panic attack, ready to call this whole thing off – if she wasn't ready, she wasn't ready, it was completely her choice but she gasped loudly, catching the sheriff's worried stare.

"I… I didn't want it" she whispered, voice cracking as she slowly shook her head, intruding thoughts of everything that had happened invading her mind, "I-I didn't w-want it. I d-didn't want it. I didn't want i-it but they m-made m-me-he m-made me and-and I… I s-said no. I said n-no" she exclaimed loudly, "I said no but they d-didn't stop – why didn't they s-stop?"

She broke down into fresh tears, pulling her knees to her chest to cry and the sheriff wiped at his own eyes, meeting his son's mutual broken stare.

He reached out to touch her boot clad foot, "it's okay kid" he reassured, "he'll never hurt you again, I'll make sure of it. I promise you that"


Once he helped her calm down, he asked if she would like to report this. To report this properly so it could be investigated and she had just nodded, totally clamming up. He then explained that, if she was willing, the hospital could do an examination, maybe finding some evidence – a rape kit they called it, but that it was totally up to her.

She nodded again, too numb to speak and he asked his son if he could fetch her a blanket which he did and the sheriff wrapped it around her shoulders, keeping her safe and warm as he helped her stand and walked her out to the sheriff's cruiser, making sure she sat in the front so she wouldn't feel like a criminal and said to Stiles that it was probably best if he met them at the hospital, that in her state it was probably best not to crowd her.

Stiles had begrudgingly accepted that, giving Kayla one last sad look through the passenger side window and told his dad to look after her, before dragging his feet to his jeep and the sheriff rubbed a tired hand down his face, slipping into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

"… He was right. That deputy" she whispered, not looking at him, her head lolling on the window as she stared blindly out the glass and the sheriff threw her a concerned glance as he drove, "I am a whore, I don't remember everyone that I had sex with… I… but I… I was really drunk" she added, "I took a bunch of stuff because I… I was ready to die" she admitted, "I wanted to just keep drinking until it killed me but… but someone-someone took me away… and they hit me… and touched me… and undressed me…" she was holding back her sobs and the sheriff swallowed his disgust, his hands tightening around the steering wheel, "and they-they took turns until… until I stopped saying no because I… I was numb. And no one came to help me. Three… or maybe four now, however many of them there was… they… they um…" she couldn't get the words out, her voice falling silent.

"You're safe now" he said quietly, "I won't let them get away with this. I'll do whatever it takes kiddo, I promise you that"

She still never looked up at him, staring blankly ahead out the window, "… they already have gotten away with it…"

He didn't know what to say to that – how he could say how damn sorry he was that his deputy, a man he had trained, did something so unspeakable to her and he was none the wiser so he just bit the bullet and reached out to touch her forearm, hoping a little friendly touch would help.

She didn't flinch, too zoned out to even realise the gesture and he pulled up to the hospital, parking haphazardly and met Stiles as soon as he stood up out of the car, his son's face one of concern.

"let's get her out of the cold and away from prying eyes" and Stiles nodded, being nothing short of loving and gentle as he carefully opened the passenger side door and knelt on the ground, reaching out to carefully cup her jaw so she could look at him and the sheriff watched as she naturally and indistinctively trusted him, meeting his stare.

"Are you ready?" he murmured, not forcing her or pushing her, remaining calm and gentle, the polar opposite to how he was half an hour ago as he was ready to kill Mayfield.

She sniffed tearfully, "I've left it too late… it's been days, they won't find anything…"

He slid his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb swiping out to dry her tears, "they might" he reassured, "and I'm going to be there every step of the way, alright? I won't leave you, not again, I swear"

She swallowed thickly, "my word means nothing… everyone knows what I am. A stupid slu-"

"No baby" he whispered, cutting her off as he cupped both her cheeks, shaking his head, "you're not. And together we can put these people away for a very long time"

"You said it yourself" she murmured sadly, dropping her stare, "you said I was just a-just a slut"

He winced, her sad spoken words like a punch to the gut, "and I hate myself for ever saying that because it wasn't true. I was a dick and didn't mean what I said, I promise"

The sheriff watched as he calmed her down, helping her stand, her injuries from that power surge still affecting her but he held her close and walked with her into the hospital, helping her sit down as the sheriff walked up to the nurse's station.

"Melissa" he sighed, watching as his friend glanced up in concern at the seriousness of his tone, "I don't know the proper procedure to these things but um…" he glanced over his shoulder, watching his son wrap an arm around her shoulders and hug her into his chest, "you should probably get a sexual assault nurse if you have one at this hospital, there uh…"

Melissa's eyes saddened as she peered over her shoulder at the two teens, "of course. Take a seat and I'll call her in"

He nodded, silent communication passing between the two as he backtracked and sat down next to the two teenagers, not quite sure what to say but maybe his silence was for the best at the moment. He wasn't even sure what to say, totally lost for words. But Stiles just held her, combing his fingers through her hair as he whispered that everything was going to be okay, that he was here for her now, that he didn't blame her, that no one would blame her, reassuring her and hushing her cries – cradling her like both hadn't been to hell and back and their relationship wasn't in tatters.

A little under fifteen minutes later, a short, brown hair woman approached them and smiled kindly, dropping to her knees in front of Kayla.

"Miss Hale… if you would like to continue with this process, we have a room prepped and ready"

She picked her head up off Stiles' shoulder, eyes hollow and numb as she gripped his hand tighter, not wanting to let go and he sighed sadly, glancing down at the nurse but she shook her head glumly, letting him know that he couldn't go with her.

"I won't be far if you need me" he promised and fresh tears escaped her eyes.

"But… you promised you wouldn't ever leave me again…"

His heart broke at her words, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers, "and I won't. Ever. Just remember I… remember I love you okay?"

She almost burst out crying but remained silent, holding back her tears as she nodded, trying to be strong, to not break down again. She could do this – she could.

"Y-You believe me, don't you?" she whispered, for his ears and his only, "even if they can't find anything... you'll still believe they r-raped me, wont you?"

That tore him apart, that she would even think he would doubt her, intertwining their fingers, "I'll always believe you Kaylz - always"

She sniffed, trying to not completely lose it as she stood, dropping his hand as she allowed the nurse to guide her down the long corridor and around the corner, finding their empty, calming room all prepped and ready as she sat down on the bed, the nurse ready with a pen and paper in hand.

As soon as she had disappeared from sight, Stiles scrubbed a hand down his face in exhaustion, sagging in his seat as he prepared himself for the anxious wait ahead of him.


She was asked if she would like an advocate there, someone to wait with her through the process but she shook her head, a silent no. The nurse accepted her answer, asking questions about what had happened and although she was kind and gentle, she still felt like she was getting interrogated.

What did she remember? How many attackers were there? Was she drugged? How long ago? Did she still have the clothes she was wearing that night? At that she shrugged, saying she left them at her friend's, that the son of Melissa McCall was the person she went to for help so the nurse, whose name Kayla already couldn't remember, asked her permission to get his contact details and ask him. She said there could still be crucial evidence on them, so she just nodded once again, left alone in the white room as the nurse made contact.

She didn't remember much about the actual examination – maybe she was too out of it, too stuck in her head to grasp what was going on or maybe she blocked it out. Undressing. Her body being photographed. Bruises examined. Hair being taken. Swabs being done. Putting on a papery gown as she laid back on the table, staring into the bright light ahead as they took more swabs. Combed her entire body for evidence. And in-between each procedure she had to sign her name on the dotted line, consenting to whatever it was the nurse was doing – Kayla didn't care, she just wanted it over and done with.

"Kayla?" she inclined her head slightly, not looking away from the light, "I'm sorry, I know this question is incredibly personal, but has there been anyone in the past week you've had consensual sex with? If we find DNA, it's to rule out their involvement in the attack"

it had probably been about a week since she last had sex with Stiles, maybe more, and the only other person was the nogitsune – the twin of Stiles. Someone who would, no doubt, have the same DNA as him so just nodded.

"Uh… y-yeah, my um…" she was going to say 'my boyfriend' but he wasn't that, not anymore, "uh… Stiles. He's outside"

"Okay, thank you" the nurse smiled reassuringly, "you're doing very well" she touched her lower leg in support, "is there anything I can get you? some water maybe?"

'A new body' she almost said but refrained, "uh… water would be nice"

The nurse peeled off her gloves, disposing of them in the trash, "no problem, I'll be right back. Try and remain comfortable"

She heard her leave but didn't peel her eyes away from the light, her retinas burning but at the same time she found it rather soothing in a weird and fucked up way, like it helped her forget where she was and what was happening.

Helped her forget the hell she was enduring.


It had been four hours. Four hours of hell for Stiles and he couldn't even begin to wonder how Kayla was feeling, pacing along the corridor as his dad sat wringing his hands nervously but looked up when he heard a call of his name to see Scott approaching them, a worried frown etched between his brows.

"Scott?" he asked, "what are you doing here?"

"I uh… I got a call from my mom. She asked me to bring in Kayla's clothes" he held up the black bag he was carrying, "I kept them just in case she decided she wanted to report it"

Stiles glanced down at the bag sadly, another reminder that he wasn't there for Kayla when she needed him, that she went to his best friend instead of him.

"… Where is she?" Scott murmured quietly, looking around in worry, "is she okay?"

"I… I don't know" he felt useless, stuck here waiting when he should be holding her hand and sticking by her side like he promised, "examining her I think. I wasn't allowed in"

Scott cupped his shoulder in support, "she's being looked after now"

"Scott" Melissa smiled a little in relief, engulfing him in a quick hug before looking down to the bag, "is that her clothes?"

"Yeah" he handed her it, "do you think any evidence can be pulled from it?"

"I sure as hell hope so" Melissa took the bag carefully, "and Stiles? I'm sorry to do this to you now but would it be okay to take some DNA from you?" he didn't understand what exactly he was being asked, his eyebrows raising high into his forehead, "some swabs, some hair too. It's to rule out your DNA on her if any get found, Kayla said the sex with you was consensual so…"

"Oh. Oh right, yeah" he wiped at his eyes again, "sure, whatever you need"

She stroked his arm, guiding him away, "it won't take long. Take a seat in that room-" she pointed across the corridor, "-and I'll just drop these clothes off"

He did as he was told, taking a seat on the bed as he waited for Melissa to return and she did just a couple of minutes later, pulling on some gloves as she opened up a couple of envelopes, pulling out some swabs.

"If it's okay, I would like to swab the inside of your cheek?"

"Yeah, yeah that's fine"

He sat as still as he could, keeping his mouth open as Melissa gently swabbed his left cheek a couple of times before picking up a fresh one and doing the same to his right cheek and smiled reassuringly at him, picking up a pair of scissors and cutting away a lock of his hair, carefully placing it in an envelope.

"Is that all you need?"

"Would some fingernail clippings be okay?"

He held out his hand silently, watching as she chipped away at a couple of his nails and he already felt a little on edge, like he was being poked and prodded so couldn't even begin to fathom what Kayla felt like, sitting in that room alone with a complete stranger, examining her entire body.

"Why is it taking so long?" he asked suddenly, quirking a brow at Melissa, "I don't mean me, I mean Kayla. It's been over four hours. Is something wrong? Is she okay? Has something happened-"

She cut off his panicked ramblings with a gentle, motherly hand to the chest, her warm brown eyes immediately calming him down, "nothing has happened Stiles. These things take time" she explained, "a rape kit is a very daunting, invasive procedure, as much as we try and make it not be. There's questions to be answered, evidence to be collected, forms to be signed. It can't be rushed, the nurse has to take her time, especially remembering the delicacy of the situation. But she's doing really well" she moved her hand from his racing heart to stroke his shoulder, "and she's being really strong"

"I just… I wish I was there for her" he admitted sadly, "she's by herself during one of the worst moments of her life… it doesn't feel right"

"Stiles…" Melissa whispered, "the exams carried out are very clinical. The nurse has to collect evidence from a rape-" he flinched at that word, "-it's a hard procedure. There's a reason family and friends can't be there… it's for their own good, I'm sorry"

He bowed his head in defeat, "I hope this is worth it. I hope they find something, anything, so they all get sent down. It's what they deserve"

"Me too Stiles, me too"


She didn't remember the last few hours of the examination at all.

It was all a blur – a painful, bright blur that sent her spinning and spiralling out of control, totally dissociating from everything around her. It had happened before – this 'spacing out'. Her therapist back in Louisiana said it was a coping mechanism, a defence for her brain to stop from completely shattering apart, PTSD playing a massive part.

It was too much, everything was too much, so her mind shut itself off – temporary.

But to the nurse, it was worrying, very worrying indeed. She tried to get her to respond, to move or even to blink but she just sat there, totally numb.

The nurse sighed sadly, making sure all the evidence was boxed away appropriately before sitting down next to her, knowing her words probably wouldn't help but she had to try something.

"You were so brave, you know?" The nurse, Elaine, whispered reassuringly, "you should be really proud of yourself, to have the strength, the courage, to go through with that"

She never answered, just sat there with her hands on her lap, nightgown loose around her and eyes glazed over.

"And it's okay to want to shut yourself off from this for a while, I understand" she said quietly, "but you have some good people out there, ready to help you through this. Do you want me to get them?"

She technically wasn't breaking the rules – the examination was done, all the evidence stored safely.

The girl never replied and Elaine stroked her back reassuringly, leaving her there for a few moments as she scuttled down the hall to where the older man and his son were sitting from before, another boy around the same age having joined them, Melissa McCall's son she assumed, "Um… she's ready to go, but you might want to come with me"

They all followed her, hot on her heels as she guided them into the room and Kayla was still sitting where she left her, staring blankly ahead of her.

"I know you probably want a statement-" Elaine directed to the sheriff, "-but I don't think she's fit to give one. Not today anyway"

Stiles stepped forward, his eyes going wide, "what-what's wrong with her?"

"Everyone deals with trauma differently" she explained calmly, "I think she just needs some time"

He took another step forward, moving slowly as he cupped her cheeks, tilting her head up so her empty, glazed over eyes met his and his chest hurt at her vacant look, softly stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Kaylz? Can you hear me?"

She didn't respond, just sat there, barely breathing, not blinking, his words going straight over her head.

"Does she need medical attention?" Scott asked in worry.

"Your mom is on her way" Elaine smiled reassuringly.

"Baby…" he murmured, stopping the tears before they could fall, "it's okay, I'm here, just like I promised okay? You did so well, I'm so proud of you" he kissed her forehead softly, "you did better than I ever could"

It was like his voice drew a part of her out, her very own anchor as she finally blinked, eyes still hauntingly empty but at least she responded, at least she wasn't completely gone.

"It's all over now alright? You don't have to go through anymore examinations or questions, not if you don't want to, I promise" he vowed, stroking her cheeks, his fingers like butterfly wings against her blotchy, pale skin, "you're okay now Kaylz, you're safe"

She blinked again, moving to stand off the bed and he took a step back, watching her with wary, concerned eyes but she never looked at him, just kept her eyes trained on the floor.

"Kayla…?" he didn't know what was happening or what to do, at a loss of how to help her, everyone in the room feeling the same way until Melissa appeared through the door, immediately taking in the situation and knew it wasn't good.

"Kayla, honey-" she stepped forward, keeping her voice calm as she pulled a vile and syringe from her scrubs pocket, carefully drawing it up, "-everything's okay, but I need to give you a small injection okay? And when you wake up you'll feel a lot better alright? Is that okay?"

She never answered and Melissa raised the needle, prepared to administer the sedative but before she could, as quick as a flash of lightning, Kayla knocked it from her hand, making everyone in the room jump at the sudden movement. But she couldn't help it – even in her dissociative state, she was just trying to protect herself, an instinct to stop herself from being hurt. Again.

"No" she finally spoke, her voice wavering but distinguishable none the less, "I said no, I said no, I said no, no, no, no, no, no-"

Everyone in that room knew then what she was saying wasn't about the injection, and it fucking broke Stiles apart.

"Kaylz, it's okay" he held his hands out, showing he meant no harm, "you're safe now baby, it's OK-"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no" she chanted, shaking her head wildly, "I said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-"

"Kayla-"

"Please stop-p-please, please s-stop, stop" she begged, crying loudly as she grabbed fistfuls of her hair, flashbacking to those awful moments, the ones that would stick with her forever, "s-stop, I don't w-want it, I don't, I d-don't, stop it, s-stop it, please, p-please-"

He tried to catch her but she fell to her knees before he could, hunching over as she relived and replayed those moments over and over in her head, her body in agony as the sheriff covered his mouth in complete shock and mortification, Scott next to him shaking his head sadly, her emotions overloading him and Stiles let a single tear drop as he watched her fall apart – this, all of this, the hospital, the examination, the memories, all of it too much for her fragile mind to handle and compartmentalise.

"I-I don't want it, I don't want t-this, st-stop, please, p-please stop, g-get off me, get off me" she wailed, nearly pulling her hair from the roots, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-"

Melissa remained as calm and professional as she could, drawing up another sedative into the syringe as she kneeled next to Kayla, stroking her hair as she whispered that "everything was okay", "you're going to be okay", "you'll feel better after this" and attempted to try and hold her still as she plunged the needle into her upper arm.

"I-I said n-no…" her voice was less hysterical, more eerily calm and drowsy as she slumped against Melissa, "I… said… no… I promise… I said… no…"

"I know Kayla, I know" Melissa soothed, rocking her in her arms as her eyelids fluttered shut, "everything's okay, try and get some sleep, everything's going to be okay"

But Stiles knew that everything, everything, was far from okay.


They decided to keep her in for the rest of the evening and night, to let the sedative work its magic and to give her time to rest and heal and he sat next to her bed, holding her hand the entire night.

"Why don't you go home and get showered and changed?" his dad suggested around dawn, "you could be there and back before she even wakes up"

He scrubbed the tiredness from his eyes, stroking the back of her hand soothingly, "I can't. I don't want to leave her"

"She's safe here son, nothing's going to happen" he reassured, placing a fatherly hand on his shoulder, "but you look terrible. You don't want her waking up and seeing you like that do you?"

"I promised I wouldn't leave her dad…"

"And you're not" he said softly, "it's called looking after yourself. Melissa said the sedative won't ware off for another couple of hours anyway, and I'll stay here. I won't move" he promised.

He sighed heavily, "I guess a quick shower won't do any harm"

"Exactly" his dad agreed, watching him stand, "I'll call if anything changes – which it won't" he hurried out at Stiles' panicked look, "she's fine and resting and safe"

He nodded in acceptance, shoulders slumped in exhaustion as he leaned over the bed and stroked some messy hair from her forehead, admiring how peaceful she looked as he pressed the softest of kisses to her forehead.

"I'll be right back" he vowed, his lips brushing across her clammy skin, "I love you"

She didn't answer but, then again, he didn't expect her to, making sure he had his jeep keys in his pocket as he faced his dad, "I won't be longer than half an hour, forty minutes tops. Please don't leave her alone…"

"I won't, I promise" his dad vowed and Stiles sent a sleeping Kayla one last look before leaving the hospital, making his way to his jeep and, as quick as he could, raced to his house, ready to be in and out in no time at all but when he pulled up he saw someone waiting on his doorstep.

"Oh crap" he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes briefly to collect his thoughts, preparing himself to face the music as he slipped out of the jeep, making his way up his porch steps.

"Sophie" he greeted cautiously, "uh… I'm sorry, this isn't really a good time-"

She stood up and the orange glow from the street lights shone on her face, highlighting the fact she had been crying and a pang of guilt hit him square in the chest, "I don't care" she blurted out, sniffing loudly, "I deserve answers"

He peered down at his watch anxiously, "can we do this another time-"

"Why? Do you have to go back to her?" she exclaimed bitterly and Stiles' eyes went wide at the malice in her tone, "your precious, psycho girlfriend?"

He sighed heavily, trying to step around her but she blocked his path and he knew he could just brush past her, she was tiny, only four foot eleven to be exact, but the whiff of alcohol made him stop.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Oh, don't pretend to care" she scoffed, "you don't care for anyone"

He rolled his eyes, not ready to deal with this kind of drunken behaviour, "Sophie, look-"

"No Stiles, you look" she exclaimed and he swallowed his next words, "you can't just fuck me like you care, take my god damn virginity and then throw me away. It's not fair"

"I… I know" he said softly, "and I'm… I'm sorry, I was in a bad place-"

She clapped sarcastically, throwing her blonde hair over her shoulder, "great excuse. I don't buy it"

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go" he brushed past her, opening the front door but she followed him in, not finished with him yet, "Sophie, please just go-"

"I was just a distraction to you huh?" she slurred, "someone to use because you couldn't have the person you actually wanted?"

"You're a great girl, you are, and some guy will be lucky to have you in the future-"

"Bullcrap" and he reeled back at her viciousness, not expecting the shy, cute, fumbling girl he met to be quite this brash and mean, "you're just like every other guy aren't you? don't care about anyone or anything except his own inflated ego and hormones? Well Stiles-" she dragged his name out like it was poison, "-you're an asshole. There, I said it" she nodded her head, blonde hair flying everywhere.

"I… I know I am" he waited at the bottom of the stairs, "I know what I did to you was wrong, and it was, I am the biggest dick for stringing you along, but I can't change what happened, I can only apologise"

She shook her head sadly, "I… I liked you Stiles" she said miserably, "I liked you"

He knew she did, hence what made this whole mess even more complicated, "and I liked you too. I did. But… but not anymore, I'm sorry"

She stumbled forward, grabbing the lapels of his shirt, "why pick her?" she asked, "why?"

He shrugged helplessly, "because she's my one… and I hate myself for not realising that sooner"

Tears filled her eyes, "No, no I don't accept that. You are not getting rid of me that easily, not after everything. I gave you everything Stiles" she ranted, "my time, my sympathy, my virginity, My reputation after my family found out what we did… it wasn't all for nothing, it wasn't" and with that she tugged him down, moving in for a kiss but he ducked out of the way, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

"You still like me, you have to" she exclaimed, not letting him go and he stumbled back, almost tripping on the bottom stair.

"Hey, no, whoa-no" he grabbed her shoulders tighter before she could try and kiss him again, "stop, Sophie stop" he demanded and she peered up at him with wide eyes, "I said it's over, hell, we hadn't even begun. You want the truth?" he knew he shouldn't say it but he was wound up and anxious, his heart going into wild overdrive, "the truth is I liked what you represented – normal, innocence. I didn't like you, not really"

Silence rung in his ears after his words, her face falling as he winced – oh god, what a massive dick.

She let go of his shirt, her blue eyes strangely manic, "you're going to regret that"

His stomach dropped, "I'm… I'm sorry" he apologised, "but you have to go" he stepped back, starting to mount the stairs, "please Sophie, just go"

He reached the top of the stairs just as he heard her punching in a number into her phone, following him up the stairs and he watched her, half curious-half angry she wasn't listening to him, ready to throw her out, girl or not, but when she reached the top step her entire expression morphed into fear, beginning to cry.

"Y-Yes hello, 911?" she sobbed, "p-please help me, he's trying to kill me"

His eyes widened, staring down at her in shock, "Sophie, what the hell are you doing?"

She screamed down the line, pure hysteria escaping every inch of her, "Please h-help me, please, no, don't come near me" she screeched, "leave me alone Stiles, leave me alone"

He put his hands up in surrender, shaking his head at her, "Sophie, stop this-"

She screamed again, this time like she was in pain, "he's going to k-kill me, he's going to-ahhhh" she wailed again, so loud Stiles flinched back, "no, no, Stiles please no, help-" and with that she threw herself back into the wall, making sure the responders on the other end of the line heard the crash and then threw herself forward, over the edge of the bannister so she fell to the floor below, landing painfully and at an awkward angle, the phone bouncing next to her.

It all happened so fast he didn't know what to do – one moment, she was chewing him out and the next it was like she lost it, framing him for hurting her – like she wanted to put him through hell for doing the same to her.

He covered his face with his hand, rooted to the spot for several agonising seconds, or minutes – he didn't know – waiting for her to move, to speak, to do anything but she didn't, the frantic calls exclaiming through the phone.

He eventually got his shit together, stumbling down the stairs as he knelt down next to her, reaching out to feel for her pulse and breathed a massive sigh of relief when he located it, still strong and steady.

"What the hell Sophie…?" he whispered, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he tried to gently rouse her, checking her for any serious injuries but the sound of sirens made him glance up, panic overtaking his entire body.

If he stayed, that was it. He was done for. He would get arrested, break his promise to Kayla but if he ran… if he ran, he could prove his innocence.

He stroked a hand through her hair, wincing a little at the bloodied cut on her forehead before pushing himself up shakily and running out the back door as the impending wail of sirens inched closer.

A/N OMG IS THAT LONG OR IS THAT LONGGGGGG lmao whoops, but omg heavy chapter right? Poor kayla, poor stiles, poor everyone tbh. I know im evil ha, and I love it – so pretty please leave a review, let m know what you liked, what you think, predictions, etc I would love it and appreciate every single one, see yall soon 😊 alsooooo omg bad sophie, wtf dude…

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