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Chapter 7

Stiles

I was trapped in the corner, my back pressed against the wall. I couldn't get away, I couldn't escape. The door was too far away, my heart was pounding... As blood ran down my face, I could feel the steady throbbing of my nose, cheek and stomach, the pain pulsating, almost as if it was alive and clawing at me. The panic mixed in with the pain wasn't helping me in anyway.

But neither was the figure slowly stalking towards me, a sadistic grin present on his face. He was a short way a way; I could probably reach a window in time and risk the jump... But I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move?!

He was walking slowly, confidently, towards me a baseball bat swinging from his right hand, while I stood there, eyes wide with fear and mouth dry.

"Please... Don't..." I whispered. "Don't..."

Somehow he got from three quarters of the way to me, to standing right in front of my, left hand braced on the wall by my head. His dark red hair hung down in front of his dull-consumed-by-his-pupils-violet eyes, just covering the very top of them. His tanned skin contrasted the white shorts he was wearing, ones almost too tight to be classed as clothing, not leaving anything to the imagination. Which made everything that much worse... He bent his head down to look at me, since he was a good foot taller than me. He always used his height to his advantage, to intimidate me. I never admitted that it actually worked.

"Don't worry, babe." Zane grinned, stroking my cheek with the back to the hand holding the bat. "I won't hurt you."

I let go of the breath I was holding, believing that he actually wouldn't hurt me, believing that maybe he would actually leave me alone this time. That maybe, just maybe, he would stop.

"Unless you give me a reason to." he added on the end.

I went tense again, pressing further back into the wall, just wishing is would break so I could run. Run far away, somewhere he and my dad can't find me... Somewhere neither of them can hurt me again.

The hand Zane had pressed against the wall slowly slid down the wall, until the tips of his fingers brushed the middle of my right thigh. My breathing started getting heavier as the panic started to overwhelm me. My mind was screaming at me to run, to get the hell out of there... But I still couldn't move.

As slowly as his hand had moved down the wall, Zane started to move it up my thigh, drawing small circles over the denim of my jeans, getting higher and higher. The trail he was making stopped at my hip and I thought that maybe he would stop there.

But he didn't. He never did.

His hand started moving inwards, towards my crotch, like always. Only then did I finally move. I got both hands working, pressing them against his shoulders and shoving him back, making him stumble. The lust that was once there, though not completely disappeared turned into a fiery rage.

I didn't move quick enough. The bat hit my ribs so hard that I felt some of them break. Three of them broke, the others bruised... My breath left me as I dropped to the floor, back still against the wall. The bat was brought down on my stomach some more – the only place he ever used it – getting in five more hits before he got bored and through the bat to the side. He grabbed something off of the table though, before kicking me until I was lying completely on my back. He straddled me quickly, flicking the lighter until the orange flame lapped at the air, burning like the fires of Hell.

"No! Zane, please! Don't!" I whimpered, trying in vain to get away.

"Yeah, that's it baby, beg." Zane murmured. "Beg for me."

Somehow, in these situations, Zane and dad always seemed to be able to overpower me. That's how he managed to make me stop struggling so much before he dropped the lighter on my chest – he got my shirt off before I was backed up against the wall.

I screamed. Wouldn't you?! Being burnt over and over again, the fire scorching and blackening your skin? The flames licking at your bare skin as you're pinned down and defenceless? Wouldn't you if you felt the pain? The blinding heat, like a fiery furnace, just waiting to engulf your whole body, until you're nothing but ashes?

But then something changed. Instead of using the beating as a way to find release, since I wouldn't give in to what he really wanted, Zane did something new.

He tried to get what he wanted anyway, by force. No amount of struggling seemed to get him off me and I knew, I knew, I wouldn't be getting out of this. He would take what he wanted and leave me lying there, hating myself.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

I woke up early hours of Sunday – 29th September – morning, screaming and sweating and shaking and panting... Stupid Chase, making me have stupid flashbacks, giving me stupid nightmares.

The nightmare itself seemed so real. But then it would. Everything, until the bit with Zane trying to take what he wanted by force, all happened. That had happened two years ago, when I was seventeen and he was nineteen, and he knew it would rape – or attempted rape – if he did anything. Yet he still tried, every time.

I laid there for a while, just staring up at the ceiling, before my head lolled to the side so I was looking out of the window. The sky was clear; I had a great view of the moon and the stars. I loved nights like these, when I could just look up and just smile. It was nights like these when I could go for a run... Especially after a nightmare like that.

"Yeah, I'm going for a run." I muttered to myself, as I slid out of the bed a slipped on my sneakers and my red hoodie.

I jumped out of the window, just to save time.

I ran as a human this time, just so I could feel the icy wind against my face, so I could prove that that was all a dream. That I was here, in California, alive and... Well, alive.

That's what I liked about running. It got your heart pumping, blood flowing. It gave you that ache in your muscles that let you know that you're still alive, that you're still there. But it also gave you that freedom, well, for me it did. The freedom to just run and run, even though there was no one behind you trying to catch you. I loved it.

And the woods surrounding the Hale house? Well, that was new territory for me. It was somewhere I had never been before, and there were hundreds of acres of woods to run through, to explore. And I wouldn't get lost. It was amazing.

When I was a kid, I used to go running with my mom. If she ever took me to the park, I would rather run around the nearby field than go on the swings of slide or whatever. And mom would run with me. I always had so much energy, even after all the running, and we didn't find out why until I was a little older – which was when we found out I was like mom, half werewolf and half were-fox.

It explained a lot about the running – not that we told dad, thank God!

I had lost track of time while I was out running. By the time I got back to the house, my watch said it was 9:30am. I had been outside and running for seven hours straight, not even noticing the sun rising. I expected to walk through the, now open, front door and no one even notice I was gone.

But I was wrong.

As soon as I walked into the living room, all ten of my house mates looked up, relief evident on their faces. Only then did I smell the panic and worry coming off of each and every one of them.

I froze in the doorway as the all stared at me, Isaac making the brave decision to pull me into a quick and tight hug. I hadn't really been hugged since my mom died – I never let Zane, even when he was nice – so it wasn't my fault that I tensed up. But at least he let go after a short amount of time.

"We thought you decided to just...up and leave." Allison explained. "We were worried."

"We've been out trying to find you, but we couldn't find any footprints or anything to help us find you." Scott added, trying to cover up the fact that they just couldn't catch my scent.

"Why would you do that?" I frowned, confused.

They all just looked each other, equally as confused.

"What do you mean, why would we do that?" Danny asked.

I shuffled slightly, where I was standing, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth and fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

"It's not like anyone cares about me or anything that happens to me." I muttered, knowing they could all hear me. "Everybody in this town wishes I weren't here, and don't say that's not true, I heard you guys say it yourselves. You don't have to pretend to care, because I know everybody would rather I wasn't in this town or dead."

I huffed out a mirthless laugh, turning to Derek, but not looking him in the eyes.

"Can I use your shower?" I asked, quietly.

"Yeah." he replied, just as quietly. "Towels are in the cabinet."

"Thanks."

It was a little later, after I had come back downstairs in fresh clothes and having being showered, when a conversation caught my attention straight away.

Isaac and Scott were arguing over who was better: Batman or Iron Man. I was sitting on the couch this time – yeah, I no longer made myself sit on the floor – watching the two argue over the two superheroes. Everyone else? They just laughed and rolled their eyes, obviously bearing witness to this argument many times before.

"No, Iron Man is way better!" Isaac protested. "Just look at all the technology!"

Shaking my head, I could allow this to carry on. There was obviously one winner in this argument.

"Sorry, Isaac, but Scotty's right." I told him. "Batman is way cooler."

I expected the stares. Honestly, I did. I knew that if I opened my mouth and said it then they would all look at me like I had grown another head. I mean, it was the first conversation that I had put myself into without anyone talking to me first.

"What?" I asked anyway.

"What?! How do you figure Batman is better?!" Isaac demanded.

"It's simple really. If Iron Man lost his suit, he is just a man with a lot of money. But if Batman lost his suit, he is a ninja! So, therefore, Batman is better."

Isaac just sat there blinking at me with his wide eyed puppy face, while Scott was grinning like a mad man – not a mad man with a blue box, just a mad man.

"How do you know about all this nerd stuff?!" Scott beamed, turning to face me properly.

I tilted my head to the right a little, before quietly standing up and walking out of the living room. I could hear the confusion as I made my way out to my Jeep, unlocking it so I could grab one of the boxers – one of the largest – out of it. This was my second most precious box that I had managed to bring with me, but I couldn't exactly just tell them what I had and not show them! I had to do this properly.

You can imagine the looks I got when I walked back into the living room with this big box, setting it down in front of me as I sat back down on the couch.

"Open it." I said, nodding towards the box.

Carefully, Scott lifted the lid off, his and Isaac's eyes almost bulging out of their heads. I collected comic books since I was able to read. Mainly Batman and Iron Man, but I had a few others thrown in there too.

"Oh my God!" Scott and Isaac yelled, beaming. "You're an undercover nerd!"

I couldn't help but grin and flush slightly, especially when the two were talking about how awesome this was and that now they would have someone to settle their other disputes and they would have someone else to watch the films with. No one had ever talked about me like that before...

"Why haven't you brought your things in the house?" Derek questioned, eyeing the box.

I turned to look at him, flushing now for a completely different reason.

"In case I need a getaway car." I whispered, before raising my voice to a normal talking level. "Besides, I brought my clothes in!"

Isaac stayed quiet through this, since he was the only one who knew why I may need to escape. He was the only one who knew.

"I've only ever seen in you in like five outfits." Lydia said, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah..." I replied, stretching out the word.

Lydia looked around at everyone, before he eyes finally settled on Jackson. He was already snickering and grinning like the cat that got the cream. Suddenly, I really wish I had lied...

"Well, looks like we better get to the cars." Jackson grinned, grabbing Lydia's hand. "We're going to the mall."

Everyone smirked as they got up and left, leaving me sitting on the couch with wide eyes, which just made them smirk more.

"You can ride with me." Derek aid, plainly, waiting for me to get up and follow.

Oh boy.

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