CHAPTER SEVEN: SEASON ONE: HEART MONITOR

I'm off the deep end, sleeping

All night through the weekend.

Saying that I love him but

I know I'm gonna leave him.

Halsey

Derek has been sleeping at the house for almost a week now. He leaves at random times in the day to get a change of clothes from his car, which he parks the next block over so no one is suspicious. Mom and Scott haven't caught on or suspected anything yet, which I'm extremely grateful for.

Except Scott is getting exceptionally weirder and weirder. I want to say it's a teenager thing, but I'm only eighteen and I remember having issues at sixteen… but not quite whatever the hell he is going through.

Mom grounded him for missing the parent teacher conference. Apparently he took Allison on a date for her birthday, which is sweet and all, but the idiot stayed out all night with her in the preserve. Derek was around when Mom yelled at Scott in his bedroom. All he did is roll his eyes and call him an idiot.

I'm waiting for Derek to sneak in the bedroom window. It's a chilly night and the window is wide open for whenever he decides to make his way in.

My favorite white pill is pinched between my thumb and index finger. I stare at it intensely, debating whether or not I should take it. I won't be able to sleep if I do and I know when Derek comes over he will want to go to bed. He's always sleepy. Or horny. Mostly both. I've never met someone with so much stamina before. The other day we literally had sex for hours while Mom and Scott were gone.

I hear Scott get home. He doesn't knock on my door or anything, but I'm not entirely surprised by this. He typically ignores me these days.

It isn't until I hear him yell that I jump to my feet for the door. I peak out in the hallway and hear him talking in his bedroom. Phone call? That's what I think until Derek exits his room. He shuts the door behind him and immediately strides over to me. I'm greeted with a fiery kiss to my lips, he backs me into my bedroom and shuts the door softly behind me.

"Why were you in Scott's room?" I ask quietly.

"Talking."

"About what? Does he know you're here?"

"Just checking up on him. No, he doesn't." He looks irritated by the last part. Like Scott for some reason should know he's here.

"Why were you checking up on him?"

Derek just distracts me with a steamy kiss. I'm frustrated and I want him to answer me, but his hand slips past the band of my sweatpants and dips into my wet core and I forget what I'm even thinking. He has magical fingers.

He leads me to the bed. My pants are stripped off of me and I'm grateful that I'm not wearing my underwear. Derek lifts my legs so that my ankles rest atop his shoulders. A sensual smirk is on his lip, before it disappears between my legs. His strong tongue is licking at my folds, mouth sucking at my clit, fingers thrusting inside of me knuckle deep. I reach my orgasm easily.

Derek strips off his leather jacket, teeshirt, and jeans leaving him in his boxer briefs. He gets into the bed beside me and cuddles me in my post-orgasm high. I can feel his erection in his briefs, but Derek will touch me when he wants more so I ignore it.

"What's in your hand?" he questions.

I frown. What is in my hand? I hold it out and see my favorite pill crutched from my orgasmicly (that's not a real word) firm grip.

"Oh," I mutter. It's not the pill being crushed will tarnish it. I'm able to snort it or just lick it. It'll actually hit me faster that way, it just doesn't taste or feel great.

His fingers rub against some of the powder substance. "That's not a pain killer."

"No."

"What is it?"

"Vyvanse."

Derek scowls at my short description. "I don't know what that is… What is it for?"

"It's a medication for ADD."

"Do you have ADD?"

I snort. "No."

"Then why do you have it?"

"It gets you really high. Not like weed, a different more specific high. It's kind of like being on speed."

"Why are you taking it?"

I shrug. "Jacob and I used to take them all the time. It keeps me focused. Makes me… forget things."

"What kind of things are you trying to forget?"

"Everything."

Derek takes what's left of the pill from my hands. I'm about to protest, but he dashes over to the window and throws the contents outside. My eyes are wide as I watch him.

"Why in the hell did you do that?" I demand irritably. "Those are expensive!"

"And they can kill you. I've heard your heart when you take them. It sounds like it's going to explode."

My nose scrunches. "You've heard my heart?"

His eyes go wide. "Just… don't take them anymore."

I run a hand through my hair anxiously. "I'm trying not to."

"Try harder."

"It's not that easy!" I shout, forgetting Scott is in his bedroom and Mom is knocked out down the hall. I'm shaking nervously. Derek isn't supposed to care about this kind of stuff. He's just supposed to be mysterious, fuck me, and eventually leave. That's what I know is supposed to happen. That's how it always happens. "I'm trying, I want to get better, but it's so hard."

Derek reaches out for me and I slap his hand away. He doesn't back down, but he doesn't reach out for me again, just furrows his brows at the sudden anguish coursing throughout me.

"I should have died!" I yell at him. My vision is getting blurry and I curl up on the bed in a fetal position. I feel weak and useless. I want to be alone. I want my pill. I don't want to feel. "Me. It should have been me. I'm a terrible person, I don't deserve to live! I'm the reason he's dead."

He comes up on the bed beside me and his thigh is pressed tightly along mine. "What happened?"

I haven't talked about it with anyone other than the police and the paramedics. Dad knew because he's an F.B.I. agent, but he didn't bother talking to me about it. Not that I wanted to talk to him about it. It would have been nice if someone tried to talk to me. I lost everyone and everything while dating Jacob. And no one is willing to pick up the pieces of my broken soul. All of it is my fault, but it would feel better if someone was willing to try with me.

"It was his birthday. We were at a bar with a few of our friends and I was super fucked up. Jacob always liked to get super drunk, but I normally didn't because I would have to drive us home. He begged me to drink, so, I did… and then one of our friends had some coke. I didn't want it," I explain with a broken sob. "I-I didn't want it, but he said it would feel amazing, and I was so drunk. I said 'yeah,' because I didn't have anything to lose. I already lost everything, anyway."

He rubs a hand at my lower back gently and waits for me to catch my breath.

"We went out to his car and did a few lines. I passed out in the car. Jacob was furious, woke me up and said he was taking me home to fuck me. So, I just passed out again. I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed.

"He crashed into a family. A family. Jacob died. Which he deserved it… I hate that he did. He deserved to fucking die." There's venom in my voice, and I guess I always hated Jacob. Hated how he made me love him. Hated how he made me think what he did was okay. Hated how he manipulated me. "But a little boy… he was five. Five. We killed him.

"My father pulled some strings and got me out of any jail time I might've had. Not that I was at fault, technically I'm one of the victims. My lawyer convinced them I was drugged and forced into the situation since I was passed out in the backseat of the car."

"Dad hasn't talked to me in months. Hasn't said a fucking word to me… but he didn't want me in jail or rehab. I think he just didn't want to look bad. God, he wishes I was Scott. Why'd he get stuck with the fucked up one? Maybe because I'm just as fucked in the head as him. Maybe we deserve each other."

Derek doesn't say anything. His large hands snake around my torso and lifts me out of the fetal position. Then he turns me so that I'm leaning on his chest. I burry my face in his neck ashamed that I'm crying. I don't deserve to cry. I don't deserve anything.

"I lost Scott and Mom when Dad took me away, and I was an idiot in high school. I hadn't visited them in years… I was too busy getting high and shit, running away from home to go stay at friends houses or sleep on benches at the park. I didn't want anyones help. But I want help, I need help, I want to get better. Derek, please, I want to get better."

I'm not sure why I'm begging him. As if I tell him I need this Derek can magically fix all my problems, save me from eternal evil and damnation (or some shit).

But Derek surprises me by squeezing me tight to his chest and muttering, "I'll help, you'll get better."

And I cry myself to sleep in his arms.

The next morning Derek is gone. I groan into my pillow. Fuck everything. I cried myself to sleep. In. His. Arms. What the hell kind of whatever-the-hell-I-am am I? The terrible kind, obviously.

I hope he doesn't consider me his girlfriend. What a fucking tragedy that would be. Him thinking I'm actually functional enough to do anything remotely normal like go on dates. Not that I think that he thinks I'm his girlfriend (what?). I think Derek's pretty fucked up too. He's probably not functional enough for a girlfriend.

Maybe we just are filling some empty void with each other?

I don't care. It doesn't matter anyway.

There's a soft nock on the door. Scott's voice calls gently, "Haldey?"

"Yeah Scott?"

He opens the door a crack. I smile at his mop of chestnut curls and the warm brown eyes. Scott always had such an innocent look about him.

"Are you okay?"

I nod slowly. "Yeah, why?"

Scott slides into the room and gently shuts the door behind him. Mom must still be home if he wants the privacy. He pauses walking over to where I'm sprawled on the bed to sniff the air confusedly.

"What's that smell?"

"I dunno. I showered yesterday."

He sniffs again. "Kinda smells like…" His eyes dart around the room searching for something. "What happened to Derek's jacket?"

"I gave it back," I tell him honestly. "A few days ago."

"I thought I told you to stay away from him!"

I scoff at the accusation in his tone. "Well, I needed to give him the jacket back."

"I could have given it back," he argues.

"If he's such bad news why do you get to talk to him? You're sixteen! You shouldn't be hanging out with anyone his age! That's weird!"

Scott purses his lips. "It smells like him in your room."

"Excuse me? It smells like him?" Scott nods ferociously at my question. "How in the hell do you know what Derek smells like?"

"Ugh-um-IT doesn't matter. Why does it smell like him?"

"I don't know, you freak."

He runs a hand through his hair. "Just… stay away from him, Haldey. He's a bad guy."

Feeling oddly defensive of Derek I become irritable by Scott's assumptions. I cross my arms over my chest and fix him my most annoyed older sister glare. "Is there a reason you came in my room?"

He releases a heavy sigh. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Well, I'm okay. So…"

"Yeah. Okay."

Scott slams my bedroom door behind him on the way out. I roll my eyes at his immaturity. I do not feel like fucking dealing with that today.

Mom is livid.

Both of us are in the living room waiting for Scott to get home. I woke up in the middle of the night to check on him and found him missing, again. I tried to call him three times before it went to voicemail. Then I attempted seventeen text messages. After waiting an hour I panicked.

So here we are. Waiting.

And waiting.

I'm also a little worried about Derek. He hasn't been over all day. Said he had business to take care of, which is fine. But it freaks me out not knowing if he's okay and how to contact him. After the incident at his house and the gas station…

A cell phone is ringing. Both of us scramble to check ours, it's Mom's.

"John?" She greets questionably, her voice filled with worry and dread. "Is Scott okay? Where is he? Please tell me he's okay."

She pauses. Her breathing is heavy.

"Okay. Okay. I'll be right there."

She hangs up. Running a hand down her face, she rests it at her lips. Her deep brown eyes meet mine. "Scott and his friends had an incident at the school."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah. Just a little shaken up. Apparently they were attacked."

"Are you serious?" I ask.

Mom is slipping on her shoes. She grabs her keys and heads for the door. I move to follow her and she waves me off. "I need to talk to him alone. Some serious mother and son conversation needs to happen. John said he is okay. Don't worry, go to bed. You look exhausted."

I bite my lip nervous for whatever the hell Mom has to say to Scott.

She leaves. I go upstairs to my room and lay on my bed.

Sighing, I decide I'm going to wait until Scott gets home. I don't care how much we fight, I need to make sure he is okay. It's not like I can sleep anyway! What the hell would attack Scott? Better question, why in the hell is he at the school this late with his friends anyway? I wonder if Derek knows anything about this.

SMACK

"Ahhhh!"

I jump up from my bed and scramble into the hallway searching for the wooden bat. Once I locate it in Scott's bedroom I carefully creep back into my room. The window is clamped shut and I think Mom must've locked it sometime today. Ever since Derek's started sneaking in at night I leave it open.

Or maybe it was Scott. Something tells me it was him.

Cautiously I stare out the window. I can't see anything other than the large oak tree. I unlock the window and open it. A gust of wind rushes past my face revealing the chilliness of the night.

"Alright," I shout out the window. "Who's throwing rocks? Better not be a squirrel. I'll cook you for dinner! Little shit."

"H-Halden…"

I lean over the edge of the window to stare down at the grass. My eyes widen as I see Derek sprawled across the lawn. He's wheezing and trying to shove himself to his knees.

"Oh my god."

I drop the bat and fly down the staircase. The front door stays open behind me as my bare feet smack along the dewy grass over to Derek. He's clutching his stomach, which is bleeding and my heart starts pumping furiously in my chest.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit."

My arm snakes around his waist and I immediately start guiding him over my car. He shoulders me in the direction of my front door, I refrain from smacking his shoulder.

"No," he protests. "No hospital."

"You're dying," I shriek. "You're not dying in my house! The last thing I need is your ghost haunting my ass."

"I-I'm not dying. Halden, please, just… just take me to your room."

My eyes meet his in a fierce stare. "Promise me you won't die."

He breathes heavily. "I promise…" he coughs, there's blood on his lips. "I won't die."

"Oh god… I can't believe I'm doing this."

I help him into the house, my foot kicks the door behind us. Derek and I struggle up the stairs. He's too heavy and almost dead weight, and the man is like three times my size. I'm only 5'4 and the guy is like 6 feet. Shit.

"Okay…" Opening my bedroom door I guide him over to the desk chair. "I'm going to get some towels to put on the bed so you don't get blood all over it. Don't move."

Derek glares at me at the 'don't move' comment.

I strip off the blanket and sheets leaving my bed naked. Taking the nastiest towels I have I rest them in piles atop one another to try and cover the span of the queen sized bed. Then I move back over to Derek, who's head is lolling to the side near unconsciousness. We manage to get him on his back.

My hands shake nervously at the hem of his shirt. I want to lift it to the see the damage. All I really see is blood, but I can't tell where it's coming from.

"Don't worry," Derek tells me. His hand reaches out to take mine and I grip it tightly. "I'm going to be fine."

"You-you're bleeding, Derek. There's a lot of blood."

"Shhh…" he closes his eyes. "Just need to sleep. Come on-" gently he tugs my hand to urge me onto the bed with him. "-sleep."

My mind is spinning crazily. Do I listen to him? He looks almost dead, but what do I do? What if he dies in my bed?

"Here, take this first."

I reach into my purse and take out a pain killer. I bring it to his mouth. He makes no argument as I press the Oxycodone to his lips, just takes it as is.

Then I curl up against his side.

Derek falls asleep. I don't want to sleep incase something happens to him and need to call a medic. I want to tell my mom he's here, and I think when she gets home I'll ask her to look at him for a medical diagnosis. So, I slip my hand under the mattress and grab my special pills. I take one. It'll help me stay focused on Derek and stay up throughout the entire night to keep an eye on him.

Mom and Scott get home almost a half hour later. I slip out of my room and hover in the hallway as I wait for them. I don't want them to go into my room. There's no way I'm moving Derek from the bed anytime soon.

"What happened?" I question Scott instantly.

He runs a hand through his hair and gives Mom a apologetic stare. She squeezes my shoulder as she slips by into her bedroom. "We all went to the school and Derek Hale attacked us."

I felt like I'd been slapped. I don't even bother to hold back the tone of disbelief, "Really?"

"Yeah…" Scott says through pursed lips.

"How did he attack you? Did you hurt him back?"

"No. He chased us around the school and he killed the janitor! I told you he's a bad guy," he forces out through gritted teeth.

"Did you see Derek get hurt? At all?"

Scott glares. "No. I just told you he attacked us and he killed the janitor."

"What do you mean by attacked you? Did he pull a gun on you? Beat you up? You look fine."

"He chased us around the school! That's all I know!"

Scott is lying. Scott always gets defensive and angry when he lies. My brother is sweet, but he's a horrendous liar and gets pissed when called out. Which is exactly what he is doing right now.

I cross my arms. "You told the cops it was Derek?"

"Yes. Because it was Derek. And now he's missing! So, you better stay away from him if you see him, I'm serious Haldey."

Scott shoves past me to his bedroom. Just as he moves to shut it I whisper, "You're a terrible liar." He pauses to stare at me and I know he couldn't have heard me. I shake my head and quickly dart into my room.

So. There goes my option at getting Mom for a medical opinion. Like hell she'd let me harbor a freaking fugitive. Not that he already wasn't, but now Scott's accused him of murder! Again.

No wonder he didn't want to go to the hospital.

I know he didn't do it. He didn't chase Scott, he didn't attack him and his friends, and he sure as hell hasn't murdered anyone.

But what in the hell is going on?

Guys. Guys… GUYS. The amount of love this story is getting is freaking crazy! THANK YOU SO MUCH. I'm just UGH. UGH UGH UGH. That's how I feel. Thanks for all that take the time to review :) SERIOUSLY.

msspicyjalapeno (awesome UN): So many great questions! For cereal.

Will she kick her pill addiction by herself or with help?

She will get by with a little help from her friends :)

When will she find out about the supernatural?

Ongoing debate with myself, but most likely season one.

When will she figure out Derek was using her?

N/A at this time :)

When will Derek realize his feelings?

NO idea. I think Derek will know he feels for her, but not realize how MUCH he does for some time now.

Cassie-D1: Oh you've got some great questions too!

How Derek is going to take finding out her past with drugs and a abusive boyfriend along with a father who wasn't winning any father of the year awards?

Well, you can see part of his upcoming reactions in this chapter. I think all of us get that biased opinion of Derek from the show that I don't agree with in a lot of FF's. Everyone sees him as closed off and cold and can't handle his emotions, but I don't think that's really the case with Derek. He's very CLINGY, subtly, but so much it's ridiculous when it's pointed out (in my opinion). FOR EXAMPLE(s): how Derek immediately told Scott they were brothers and tried to get him to join him throughout all of season 1, how Derek instantly created a pack of wolves to be with him (and he admits it's partly due to loneliness, as well as power), how Derek gave up his alpha status to save Cora, how Derek always goes back to help Scott no matter how terrible the kid treats him. SO, I haven't decided his reaction towards everything yet, but I think it will be quite similar to his other reactions (probably poorly). And just curious it seems Halden has a close come cation wither mom even tho she's been gone from 3-4 years and once upon a time she was close to Scott and Stiles too it seems…

So was she one of those kids that during their divorce her father got her full time and her mom got Scott full time?

Yeah, that's how I'm playing it. Normally kids would still get to visit the parents, but as I mention in this chapter, Halden also had a rebellious streak where she ran away a lot, which is a huge factor in why she hasn't been to her mother's house since she was 15. I will say that, even if she hasn't been home since she was 15, it is not the last time she has seen Scott and Melissa. I haven't written it yet, but I'm thinking she last saw them almost a year ago (since Melissa isn't aware of her living with her boyfriend for the past year).

AHHH! Sorry if that was too long lol! When you guys comment questions like this it gives me time to brainstorm WHILE I'm responding to you guys! So they end up super long lol.

Sarah: I think Derek knows a lot more than Halden realizes about her personal situation/life! Which is something that will come up through future chapters. He doesn't KNOW the details and the gist, but Derek has his werewolf senses so he's able to pick up on things about her.

Maddie: That's a great idea! Although, I don't think I'm going to put her back in high school. Maybe. IDK. she does fit the type to be held back, so, it's plausible that she could have dropped out. And I haven't made it clear if she was OR if she is eligible for college. I'm def. thinking on that one!

Nicole1024: When are going to see Derek go all dominate and into a jealous rage over Halden as Rebecca had already asked?

Ummm. Not sure yet! I'm thinking around when Jackson starts acting even more like a freak. Either season one when he's trying to get Scott to turn him or season 2 when he's the Kanima.

Liam1094: Sooooooooo is Derek still kind of using her?

the derek using her thing is something that i shall not disclose until necessary (i'm terrible i'm sorry) there will be an argument coming up between scott and derek that will reveal some things (a lot of CONFUSING things) it'll be in derek's pov so it's all in his head. and derek might act someway and think something, as well as just having conflicting thoughts and feelings in general.

And we will see a different light to him how when he finds out about her drug past and still drug present? Like will be a good fluffy thing where he's all like I'm gonna get u through this or tough angry thing where he's lie, you're pathetic?

derek will NOT be taking the drugs in a negative way (i mean he doesn't approve, but he doesn't think of her as weak). i think from what i'm getting the more i write (because my characters are still developing as i'm writing them hehe) i feel derek sees a lot of himself in halden. definitely different situations, but i think there's something about damaged people appreciating that other people in the world are damaged like them. it's like one of those things where you feel like you're not alone. misery loves company, right? well. this reference isn't usually how it's related, but WHATEVER haha. :D

AND THANKS AGAIN FOR THE REVIEW! I just copied the PM I sent you incase anyone else had the same questions :)

salvatoresister887: Are you going to have Halden get pregnant?

It's a possibility! I mean, Derek and her haven't used a condom ONCE since they started having sex. But not a guarantee or anything I really planned on happening.

MaxineHale: Yeah! I love that too. How he subtly is trying to help her. But Derek will gradually help her more through future chapters as well, with more intent :)

xXbriannaXx: I LOVE YOU! You should(n't) stay up so late to read when you have to be up at 6am HAHA :) and thank you for staying up so late & I'm so glad you like this story. I love how I brainstormed all these stories with you and then ended up writing one that was super spontaneous LOL. i'm so happy they gave you the FEELS. i want them to have a love that's different, raw, and real. I KNOW I AM SO EVIL I AM SORRY DON'T HATE ME FOR MAKING YOU LOVE THEM :o

megladon1616: I'll def. keep that in mind! I think you the second vote for #WEREWOLFHALDEN #Harek! :)

Teen Wolf Trash: I'm so sorry I was literally half-asleep while typing those responses in the last chapter lol. I definitely agree on Harek being OTP, they truly are They compliment each other like colors. This chapter def. should have answered your questions on what caused the car accident! :)

Lizzy: Will Derek find out that Jake wasn't the most pleasant boyfriend to her?

I'm actually coming upon the chapter where more about this will be reveled soon. I haven't written it yet, but I know a basic idea of how I intend Derek to find out. It shall be intense.

Did Jake ever force into anything sexually while they were together and he'd lose his temper?

I don't think he ever forced her into anything sexually. I don't think there sex life was great and it was probably more pleasurable for him than her, but I did not intend for him to sexually assault her.

And this chapter answered your questions on if Jacob was driving & if he was on drugs :)

LovelyFandomLover: Derek is definitely realizing something is up with Halden. More than we already know!

Guest: Is she perhaps a little bit underweight from all her drug use?

Yeah! I haven't made it too obvious yet, but the drugs that she takes DOES have a nasty habit of making you forget basic things: eating, drinking, using the bathroom, and sleeping. So Halden is pretty skinny in a sickly way.

Thanks for all of you loving cuddly Derek. I mean, puppies like to cuddle? Yes? SERIOUSLY THE BEST: GUESTS (ALL OF YOU hehe), Abbie, Cassie,

IMORTANT QUESTION: What are you personal thoughts on words used during erotica? LIKE, what makes you uncomfortable/what are you okay with? Example words: pussy, cunt, fuck, throbbing member, dick, penis, cock, vagina, core, center, asshole, ass, anus. WHATEVER. While I'm writing this stuff I'm not sure WHAT terms make people feel weird or whatnot. I know I can't please everyone (that's what she said), but I'd like to make it better for you (that's what she said, AGAIN).