In the morning I walk back to Lydia's neighborhood to get my car. I don't pass her house since my car was parked a few houses down form it. I do however, pass the tree. I stare at it until a car honks, breaking me form my trance.
I had this nightmare so many times, for a second I was convinced I was dreaming. But I wasn't, I was awake, at school, trapped with the person who scared me the most.
Andy glowered at me as I took a few gaping breaths and tried to edge myself closer to the door. I knew my attempts were futile, but I didn't want to go down without a fight. I placed my hand on the doorknob, and pushed down, but nothing. It was locked, and needed a key.
"So, I raped you?" His voice is menacing as he breaths in my ear.
"That's what you're telling people, huh? LOOK AT ME!" He grabbed me by the wrist and spun me around, pining me to the locked door.
"You are so full of shit!" He squeezed my wrist harder and I could practically feel a bruise forming. I struggled, trying to break his hold on me.
"Why the HELL, would I need to rape YOU? Huh? You're just a scrawny little freak!" He lifted me up by the hold on my wrist and flung me to the other side of the closet, my back pounded against the wall and knocked down some cleaning supplies from the shelf. My body landed in a heap, and before I could even get myself standing again, Andy was grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, lifting me so we were eye to eye.
"Here's what you're gonna do, you're gonna tell Lydia you're a pathetic liar. And you're gonna make sure everyone in this goddamn school knows the truth."
I stare at him quivering, before I open my mouth and let out a deafening scream.
His hand clamps down on my mouth, and reaches for my zipper and it's happening again, it's actually happening again.
I fumble my hand around the shelves behind me, before it lands on an open bottle of something; I close my eyes and swing my arm around, getting the mysterious liquid everywhere-including Andy's eyes.
He drops his hands and shoves them to his face, letting out an ear-piercing screech, I glance at the bottle.
Bleach.
Andy still had my body pinned to the wall, but I try to break away while he's in pain, I'm able to escape his grasp, only for him to knee me in my side. I fall to the floor, breaking whatever I landed on.
Glass.
"Hello? Open this door!" I hear someone at the other side of the door, rattling the doorknob.
I quickly grab a shard, ignoring the blood dripping down my side, the unbearable pain in my wrist, and press it against his neck when he pins me against the wall again.
"OPEN THE DOOR!" The voice shouts again, and then theirs more rattling, and then theirs light.
It's Danny, and some of the other lacrosse players.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" Danny yells, and I can tell it's directed at Andy.
"Everyone knows what you did!" He shouts again, and wow do they? News travels at lightening fast speed, I tell ya.
"Say something asshole!" Eric from lunch yells.
I want to make a joke about the irony in that statement, but instead I drop the shard of glass from my hand, blood now gushing from it, and step out of the janitor's closet.
The lacrosse guys move so I can pass, and I can vaguely hear Andy screaming about how his eyes hurt, and I can vaguely hear Harris calling me.
"Stilinski? Stilinski what happened?"
I can vaguely feel the eyes of the few students left in the halls as I make my way to the door.
But before I make it, Derek bursts through the door, dashing down the hall.
"Stiles!" He shouts, and suddenly everything becomes clear.
He stops right in front of me, panting. I can almost bet he ran here.
"I heard you shouting, I- Jesus, your hand-"
I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of it, and sobbing uncontrollably.
He wraps his arms around my back, and when I fall to the floor in hysterics, he comes down with me.
I can vaguely feel the eyes of the pack, staring at me from across the hall.
After I compose myself, Derek walks me to the parking lot. His car is nowhere in site, which confirms my suspicions of him having run here. He leads me to my Jeep, a gentle hand on my back, and even opens the passenger side door for me, before taking his own seat in the driver's side.
He drives me to the hospital, and I don't say a word. I just lean my head on the window and stare at nothing. I feel disconnected from my body. Nothing seems real, it's like I'm dreaming.
I didn't even realize the car had stopped until Derek opened the passenger door for me and helped me out of the car. I probably looked insane to strangers, one hand drenched in blood, the other hosting a severely bruised wrist, and a side covered with glass and blood.
"Stiles! I haven't seen you in forever, care to explain that?" Melissa greeted me before actually looking at me, "sweetheart what on earth happened?"
I just stared at her,
"I think he's in shock." That was Derek.
Melissa leads me to an examination room while Derek stays in the waiting room.
I curl up on my side on a hospital bed while Melissa used tweezers to get the glass out of my side, and my hand.
"Okay, this is going to sting." She tells me before spraying some antiseptic, but I don't even flinch. I just want to go home.
She wrapped some bandages on the cuts, "C'mon, we need to get that wrist X-Rayed." She tells me.
Her voice was her professional voice, her calm one used on people in pain or trauma.
I hated that she was using it on me, and I hated that I fit those categories.
Apparently my wrist was broken, so I needed a cast. Melissa made my cast blue, and I smiled at her since she knew me well enough to know my favorite color.
(Even if I was radiating away from blue, and towards green.)
The whole process took a few hours, when I finally headed back to the waiting room I had one arm in a sling, the other covered with bandages, and a stained bloody shirt.
Derek's waiting for me still, he's leafing through a newspaper and the image almost makes me laugh.
"C'mon, I'll drive you home."
He leads me back to my jeep, and takes the longer route home.
It's so peaceful, just staring out the window, watching the tress roll by. But eventually we make it home, my dad's squad car resting peacefully in the driveway.
Wait-what?
His car is definitely supposed to be at the airport.
I turn to Derek, who shrugs guiltily.
"Yeah, I kind of…called him while you were in the examination room. He took the first flight home."
I trudge inside, Derek behind me, to face my father.
"Stiles? What the hell happened? First your school calls about some alteration with another kid, and then I get a call from Derek saying you're at the hospital?"
Derek stayed at the doorway while I slid onto the couch next to my dad.
"I… he attacked me."
My dad sighs and gives me a worried look, "do you want me to file a report? Call the school?"
"This was the second time he attacked me."
This surprises my dad, his eyes widen and he gapes.
"What, why didn't you tell me the first time? Why is he targeting you? Stiles this is serious, look at yourself for Christ's sake."
"On New Years, at Lydia's party-" I take a deep breath, Derek gives me a reassuring look and I close my eyes, "he forced me to have sex with him."
My father blanches, and a look of fury takes over his face.
"Are you- are you telling me he raped you?"
I start shaking, "I was drunk, and stupid. And-and he said he wanted to talk, but he couldn't hear anything over the music. So he brought me to the back of his truck….and he kissed me, and I kissed him back. But-but then he wanted to go further and I told him to stop. I-I tried shoving him off of me, but he held me down. A-and he-he covered my mouth with his hand when I started screaming. He-he attacked me today b-because I told Lydia…. I'm so sorry dad!"
My dad immediately hugs me, and rocks me back and forth a bit.
"Hey, hey, shh. It's okay. None of this is your fault, you hear me? Jesus kid, I can't believe you had to go through that."
I cling to my dad as he rocks me back and forth, and I just want to stay here forever. With my dad and Derek where no one can hurt me.
"I love you." I whisper to my father, and he runs a hand through my hair.
"I love you too Zacy." I smile at the nickname my mother used to call me.
We stay on the couch for a while, having a deep conversation with no words, until my dad heaves out a sigh and give me an uncomfortable look.
"We, we need to get you tested."
I shudder.
I know he's right, but the idea of getting STD tested literally makes me sick.
"But it was months ago, I haven't gotten any…. symptoms of anything yet."
My father looks pained, and you can practically feel the awkward in the room.
"I'm sorry kid, but it has to be done."
"Dad, dad please. Please dad don't make me." I babble incoherently until I feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn around to see Derek. I almost forgot he was here. I should feel mortified but instead I feel calm.
I close my eyes and nod, and my dad walks me to his car.
"Derek, I- I need to thank you, for being there for my kid. Lord knows you were there for him more often than me these past few months."
Derek waves my father off, but my dad holds out his hand for a famous 'Stilinski style handshake' which is just a normal handshake, but given by my dad.
"Do you need a ride home?" He asks Derek, gesturing to the car.
"No, I can walk."
My dad gives him a puzzled look, "you sure?"
Derek nods, and my dad shrugs, slipping into the drivers seat.
"I guess I intimidate him." He whispers to me as Derek walks away. I have to fight to stifle my laugh, and I can tell Derek is doing the same.
We drive to the hospital in silence, out of the corner of my eye I can see my dad glance at me every few seconds with an unreadable expression on his face. I wonder what he's thinking.
"Back already?" Melissa greets with a smirk, but I can tell she's concerned.
My dad runs his hand through my hair and pats my shoulder reassuringly, giving me a small smile.
"I think he'd be better with a nurse he doesn't know for this. No offence, Mel."
Thank God for my dad.
Melissa gives us a confused look but runs off to find another nurse.
Another nurse comes up to us, and my dad tells her I was sexually assaulted and needed an STD check. The nurse gives me a pitying look and asks my father about a rape kit and I slowly just drown out their conversation.
I'm not even going to go into detail about what getting tested for STDs was like. There are no words to describe that hell.
Thankfully, I got the all clear, and my dad took me out for ice cream afterwards to celebrate. Which is just a hint bit morbid, but whatever, ice cream is ice cream.
When we get home I curl up on the couch next to my dad. Now that the weight of my secret isn't holding me down, I feel like we can finally connect again.
Or at least, we can connect after I tell him my other huge secret.
"Dad?"
"Yeah, Kiddo?"
"What do you think of the film, The Wolfman?"
A/N: Thank you again for all the reviews! Sorry to hit you guys with such a cliffhanger last chapter ;) Anyway, this story is almost done, can you believe it? It's been so much fun to write, and I want it to last forever, but alas, it shall not. Also, to the guest who left the review "Too bad this is copying the book Speak...and the movie", that's kind of the point. Did you not read the whole "based off the book speak" In the summary, or all the authors notes where I mention it?