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Chapter 13

Stiles

Shit.

That was the only word I could think.

I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run.

Somehow, he had found me. And, this time, I couldn't escape.

Isaac, who was sitting next to me at the time, tensed slightly. Looking over to his, I found the kid clenching his jaw, trying hard – and succeeding – to hide whatever he might be feeling – even in scent. That was something I didn't have to worry about. The stuff Deaton gave me to hide my werewolf/were-fox scent covered some of my emotions too. This meant that none of them, none but Isaac, knew how I really felt about Zane standing there.

To say they were all surprised when he introduced himself as my 'boyfriend' would be a hugely enormously massive understatement.

Not saying a word, Derek opened the door wider to allow Zane in. My heart was beating rapidly, almost to the point where it would kill a normal human. They all – again, all except Isaac – probably thought it was out of excitement or something.

Before Zane even got the chance to step in, I was on my feel – Isaac next to me – heading towards the kitchen to hide.

But I wasn't fast enough.

As soon as I got to the door, I thought I was going to make it. I could go for a run, stay away until Zane left. It was going alright, until...

"Stiles!" Zane gasped in forced relief. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Next thing I knew, I was being spun around and pulled against him, my arms trapped between his and my chests. I went as rigid as a doornail.

I hadn't hugged anyone since I was ten, but no one had hugged me in since I was thirteen.

But what could I do right now?

Zane's fingers dug into my sides, where the old bruises had already started to disappear. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Why did you run away, babe?" he asked, worry colouring his face and voice.

I hated him calling me that. 'Babe'. Or even 'baby'. It didn't sound right, it didn't sound nice. I didn't like it. Only my mom could call me 'baby'!

But I couldn't say anything.

In a surprisingly gentle and creepy way, Zane ran the back of his hand down my cheek when I didn't reply, causing me to flinch a little.

His hold on me just tightened.

"Shhh, it's ok, baby." he smiled, pretending to be comforting. "Don't be scared. I'm here now."

Everyone probably thought I was too 'happily' surprised to say anything, all of them smiling a little.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to only just tell Isaac about this creep...

"Hey, Stiles." Isaac said, quietly, from behind me. "I know this is kind of a big deal, but do you mind helping me in the kitchen? You know I'm useless in there."

Isaac was officially my favourite!

God bless that boy!

Squirming out of Zane's hold, I nodded, placing a shaky hand on his shoulder.

"Sure can do, pup." I told him, voice just above a whisper.

Rolling his eyes, Isaac opened the door to the kitchen, letting me go inside first.

Before closing it, after Isaac had stepped in, I heard Peter tell Zane to 'take a seat'.

I was panicking. Badly. Like, I had never panicked like this before in my life!

As soon as the door had closed, I had slid onto the floor, not being able to keep myself standing any more.

I was shaking.

I was sweating.

I was finding it hard to breathe and it felt like I was choking.

I felt sick.

I felt dizzy.

My heart was palpitating and my chest hurt.

Panic attack.

No, no! I couldn't have a panic attack now! I couldn't have a panic attack, not now!

Probably not a good idea to panic about the panic attack, Stiles!

Yeah, probably not. Really not. Need to calm down. Need to calm down...

But Zane was in the next room!

Ok, this was so not helping!

"Stiles?"

There was someone saying my name. Who was saying my name? Was someone here with me? Wait, where was I?! Where was 'here'?!

Oh God! Was I in the basement again?! Was I in the hospital? Was this some sort of coma induced dream? Was I in a mental institute, making up some better life to help me cope with the trauma?

Was I actually dying? Was this life's way of saying sorry? Giving me a chance to see what it was like to have people care, only to have it ruined by this asshole?

"Stiles! You need to calm down! Breathe!" the voice continued. "It's me, Isaac! Come on, Stiles!"

Isaac... Isaac Lahey? As in puppy Isaac?

Isaac the werewolf.

Isaac who knew what Zane was like.

Isaac who I was in the kitchen with right now.

The kitchen of Hale house, where I was staying.

I could feel my breathing and heart rate start to return to normal, but nothing could take away the dread I felt. My stomach was churning; I thought I was going to be sick. I leaned forward, where I was sitting, using a technique I picked up from if you have asthma attacks. Apparently, if you lean forward, it relives the pressure on your lungs.

It seemed to work.

I looked up into the worried face of Isaac, who was actually crouching down in front of me, hand halfway between us. I guess he was hesitant about touching me, knowing what happened for the others when that happened...

"Please say you'll help me through this, pup." I whispered, sounding like a scared child even to myself.

Isaac nodded, shuffling forward slightly. I gave him a small, shaky smile, leaning my head forward a little.

I didn't realise the top of my forehead was touching his shoulder until I saw the grey of his t-shirt.

When Isaac and I walked out of the kitchen, the kid had a Halloween themed mug – it was beyond cheesy – filled with hot chocolate. He was bugging me about making him some before the bell rang, so it's not like it was suspicious or anything – thank fuck!

I sat down on the floor again, with Isaac. I received a few confused looks, probably them all wondering why I wasn't sitting with Zane instead... Pfft, like I would want go anywhere near that jackass!

"So, Zane, how long have you and Stiles been together?" Allison asked, grinning...

"Three years." Zane smiled back – I hated to say it, but he was a good actor...jackass. "Stiles was sixteen at the time, I was eighteen."

I held in a growl at the chorus of 'aw' from the girls. This was doing nothing to help! He was being nice and sweet, just like he was with me at the beginning. But he wasn't going to be the asshat I knew he was. Oh no! He'd be charming and act all caring, just too...

SHIT!

He was doing this to take me back to Dallas!

I pretty much forced my heartbeat to stay down...

"Three years?" Jackson muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Why hasn't he mentioned you?"

"Probably busy with school, right babe?" Zane grinned, looking over at me. "And he can be really forgetful sometimes."

I didn't know how he was doing it, but he was getting around all of these questions without lying. It wasn't fair! He was getting away with all of this, in front of the people who can tell if he's lying!

Where was karma when you needed it?!

Zane reached over – shit, I wished I moved further away! – placing his hand on the back of my neck. I couldn't cover up the flinch, but I felt his hand tighten, digging into the skin, before I could get away.

I sat where I was stiffly, hoping that if I sat still enough I would be able to forget the horrible pressure of his hand.

Yeah, that wasn't working too well for me.

"I was so worried when I found out he was gone." Zane continued – yeah, worried I had told someone what he was doing! "No one knew where he was. Then I saw the Jeep gone... I went everywhere I could think of."

"How did you end up here?" Lydia asked, relaxing back on Jackson's lap.

"Luck, I guess. I was driving through the town; only as I was passing this place I caught sight of a familiar blue Jeep. I just had to try. I mean, wouldn't you after two months of looking?"

"Two months?" Erica questioned. "Stiles, you first moved into town two months ago, right?"

"Two months and a day." I whispered.

I had started scratching my arm, like I had in Derek's Camaro when I was dragged out on that shopping trip, for new clothes. I wasn't paying attention to it, just running my nails over and over that one spot, not caring when it had gone red or that I started to press harder and harder.

"Why didn't to tell anyone?" Danny wondered.

I shrugged. If I didn't answer with my words then they wouldn't know I was lying.

"He was probably too excited, right baby?" Zane chuckled, his hand tightening painfully.

I just nodded.

"Silly thing forgot his cell phone too, so we couldn't get a hold of him." Zane added.

It got worse.

All but Isaac had fallen in love with Zane!

But something even worse happened.

They all left me alone with him!

Danny had dragged Isaac into the kitchen – door closed – Jackson and Lydia following them.

Erica and Boyd had gone outside – Boyd had a call about an after school job and Erica wanted to be the first to know how this call went.

Peter was upstairs doing...well, whatever it was Peter does.

Scott and Allison had just disappeared.

And Derek had gone upstairs too.

Now it was just Zane... And me... Alone.

I didn't know if anyone would hear or come running if this ended how it usually did – me bleeding and burning and crying. I mean, Zane didn't know they were werewolves, so he didn't know that they could hear everything... But I knew that these rooms were soundproof and, if the doors were closed, you heard nothing unless someone knocked on the door.

When Derek had left the room, leaving the two of us alone, Zane shoved me hard by the neck, causing me to hit my head on the corner of the table. I bit my lip too keep from whimpering as I felt a small cut open. It wouldn't do me any good to scream.

"Did you really think you could get away from me?" he spat, turning to face me. "I guess you forgot your lessons. Looks like I'll have to teach you all over again."

My eyes widened slightly from fear, not that I meant to let that happen. He just grinned at the thought that he did that. That he was the one to make me scared.

Creep!

Zane raised his arm, curling his hand into a fist, before letting it snap forward and hit me. The punch landed on my eye, which forced me to move my hands to hold the place that was causing me pain.

That just made it easier for him to give a couple of blows to my stomach, forcing me onto the floor fully with a swift kick to the same place.

My vision started to go fuzzy as pain induced tears started to fill my eyes, slipping over the edge silently, rolling down my slowly bruising cheek and eye.

"We're leaving for Dallas, right. This. Second." Zane demanded, stepping forward to haul my up by the scruff of my neck.

I couldn't find it in myself to refuse. I couldn't risk what he would do to me. Not here.

"I'll go get my stuff." I whispered, looking down at the ground.

Heading towards the stairs, I tried to think of something, anything, that could help me with this!

But I didn't know if there was anything.

Up on the third floor, I saw that the door to Derek's room was wide open... I had to try, right?

I pretty much ran in, colliding with a wall of warm muscle. Two hands were placed on my shoulders pushing me back a little, a face filled with concern coming into view.

"Derek. Please. Help me!" I whimpered, quietly, so Zane didn't hear me, more tears spilling over. "I-I don't want to go! I can't go back there! Please, please don't make me go back there! I'm begging you! I will do anything! Just... Please help me!"

"Stiles... What are you talking about?" Derek asked, softly.

A small distressed whine escaped my throat, attracting Peter from his room, coming over to join us.

I ran both of my hands through my hair, tugging madly at it.

"Zane. Zane isn't who you think he is. Trust me, I thought he was a great guy at firs too, but does a great guy do this to you?!" I asked in a whispered yell, gesturing wildly at my face. "You don't know what he's really like! And he's trying to take me back to Dallas. Please, I will do anything if you help me and let me stay here! Please! I don't think I'll even make it back to Dallas!"

Both Hales frowned, both confused and starting to get a little angry.

"He's been doing this for two years, eight months, two weeks and five days. Shut up, I'm smart, I worked it out!" I continued, still gesturing wildly with my arms and hands. "He will probably kill me if he gets me away from here. Or rape me like he normally tries to do. Or both! Please, just hel..."

That seemed to be all I needed to say.

Derek was off in a flash – literally – down the stairs.

I was standing on the landing, shaking, bruised, a little bloodied and freaked beyond belief with Peter next to me. Slowly, the older Hale placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me enough time to see it, before he guided me back downstairs.

Where everyone suddenly was.

Everyone had appeared in the living room again as soon as Derek had jumped down the stairs in a mad fury.

It would have been awesome if this was any other circumstance.

Peter and I followed slowly behind. But, while Peter joined Derek and the others on the ground floor, I sat on the stairs, separated from Zane by the banisters and the ten people I had been living with.

"Get out of my house." Derek snarled, backing Zane up towards the door.

"What? What have I done?!" Zane protested.

"Get out of my house! I don't want your kind near me or them and especially not Stiles."

"My kind?! What does that mean?!"

"Abusive attempted rapists."

Everything went silent.

Everything stopped.

Isaac, who hadn't been told about that last part, turned to me with wide eyes. I stared down at my lap, gripping onto one of the wooden bars on the banister with an iron tight grip, avoiding the looks I was getting. Panic was starting to take over again, clenching at my insides, playing them to its whim.

But that didn't last for long.

"You pathetic, little, snitching, frigid bastard!" Zane snarled. "I should have bashed your head in with that baseball bat, instead. Or, maybe, I should have run that knife through you."

"GET OUT!" Derek roared, freighting all of us. "And never come back. Unless you want the police to find your body scattered across America in bite sized pieces."

"This isn't over." Zane growled, mainly towards me.

"Yes. It is."

Derek pretty much threw Zane out of the door, slamming and locking it into place.

The last thing I remember was shifting. Shifting into my Beta wolf with one red eye and one purple eye and a fox tail – my ears were kind of half and half, like my eyes.

Then everything just went black.

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