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Chapter 4
It's safe to say that many things frighten me. I've been put through hell for other's entertainment and it's taken a toll on me. However, if running for my life on a daily basis has taught me anything, it's how to climb tall objects. So as I stand in front of the school's measly rock wall, I feel no fear only indifference. That is, until I spot Stiles making a beeline straight for me, plowing down anyone in his path.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask once he's fidgeting safely beside me. He's more spastic than usual as he hops from one foot to the other peering up at the wall in anticipation.
"Fine so guess what I found out last night! Come on guess," He looks at me expectantly a goofy smile on his face. I stare blankly at him refusing to guess which causes the smile to drop from his face. "You know what? You and Scott have been major buzz kills lately. I don't know what happened between the two of you, but you guys need to fix it. It's not fun for anyone particularly me." He huffs looking up to the man in question. I follow his gaze watching Scott speaking playfully to Allison as the pair race to the top of the wall. I shake my head, my anger getting the best of me again as I think about the consequences that will arise from their relationship.
"What did you have to tell me?" I ask returning my attention to Stiles who can't take his eyes off of Lydia. I smile amused to myself as I nudge his shoulder. "Hey over here," I tease snapping my fingers in front of his face.
"Oh right," he mutters turning his full attention on me. "So I spent all night trying to find out why Isaac had that reaction to you at the police station." He pauses holding up his hand when I open my mouth to speak. "I know what you're going to say, he was just scared Stiles," he does his best impression of a girl while saying this drawing the eyes of a few students. "But no it was different. Even before Derek went alpha male, Isaac was drawn to you."
"So what are you saying?" I ask a little curious myself at Isaac's actions the night before.
"I'm saying the moment Isaac's wolf laid eyes on you, every ounce of anger he had died. I'm saying I think there's something about you that calls to the wolves; makes them more in control." He finishes right before coach yells his name for the wall. I watch a large smile split his face as he hurriedly moves to secure his spot.
"Is all that true?" I jump whirling around in surprise when I find Scott standing dangerously close to me. I, instinctively, take a step back noticing the hurt in his eyes.
"No, Stiles is just reading too much into it." I answer quietly looking away to avoid the sadness in his eyes. It's only when I look to my left that I take notice of Allison's presence. She looks preoccupied with something on the floor, but I can tell by the way her body is leaning towards us, that she's listening to every word we say. I bite my tongue and shake my head in disbelief as I return my attention to Scott. "You should really be more subtle when listening in on people's conversation. I would think that would be the first lesson they teach you in training." I say directing my response at Allison as she pulls back in shock. Scott merely hangs his head giving me enough time to turn on my heel and walk out.
I spend the next three class periods chewing over my decision to leave Beacon Hills. It was never my intention to stick around in the first place. The plan was always about staying one step ahead; never living in one place for too long. I was and am fully ready to live my life on the run with nothing and no one to tie me down. If that's what it takes to ensure I will never have to go back to them then I will do it. I can't go back to them. I will die before that happens.
After the third period bell rings I'm the first one out the door. If I have any chance of making a quick and painless escape it will have to be now. Scott is busy with school and Melissa is at work. It's the perfect getaway or so I think until I come upon an all too familiar scene.
"You did this to me. You ruined it for me!" I slow down my steps watching Jackson get in Lydia's face. "You ruin everything!" He yells causing a small whimper to escape her lips as he turns and walks away. I glare daggers at his back while I go to comfort Lydia. She looks horrified as she stares wide-eyed at the wall.
"Lydia…" I call softly stopping just beside her. I feel my insides curling at the look on her face because I've worn that same expression many times before. "Lydia?" I try again reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder, but she's running away before I can make contact. I watch her disappear into the girl's bathroom, her sobs reaching my ears before the door has time to shut.
I bite my lip as I look between the girl's bathroom and down the hall where the nearest exit lies. I could easily slip out those doors and vanish with no one the wiser, but listening to Lydia's cries I know I can't do it. Not when this girl, who I barely know, is sitting in a stall all alone with no one. I can't leave someone else to suffer the way I did. So with every ounce of hope I possess for leaving town tonight dissipating, I swing open the door to the girl's bathroom.
"Lydia?" I call inching farther into the tiny space. There are about seven or eight stalls all of them open except for the one with green pumps sticking out of the bottom. I walk directly to that one and knock on the door. "Lydia?"
"Go away!" She sniffles around the lump in her throat. I sigh, shaking my head as I sink to the floor in front of her stall. "I said go away!" She yells a little bit louder this time, but I refuse to listen.
"You shouldn't listen to that boy, Lydia. He has no idea what he's talking about." I voice sincerely because in reality Lydia is one of the few people in this town that seems to actually fix things. I listen to her quiet hiccups thoughtfully as I wait for her to say something. When it becomes painfully obvious she isn't going to speak I continue. "Please come out here." No response. I sigh when I realize what I have to do. "I need your help doing my make-up. I've never done it before." I almost smile when I hear shuffling coming from the other side of the stall before the door is slowly squeaking open.
I glance up to find Lydia dabbing at her red eyes in the mirror as she tries to conceal her tears. Even with the mascara running down her cheeks she looks like a million bucks. I can see why Stiles is so obsessed with her. She radiates strength and never lets anyone see her fall. I envy that about her.
"Well?" I'm forced from my thoughts when Lydia waves her perfectly manicured hand in my face. I raise an eyebrow at her in confusion before I realize she's offering to help me up. I stare at her hand for a moment longer in mild disbelief before I hesitantly reach my hand up to clasp hers. It's an odd feeling having someone willingly help me up without having put me on the ground in the first place.
When I'm on my feet Lydia waste no time propelling me to the sink where she dumps the contents of her purse out. I stare down at all her make-up wearily wondering what exactly I just got myself into.
"I'm going to go heavy around your bruises," Lydia informs me as she dips her finger in a tan substance before smearing it directly on my bruises. I don't even wince at the sting it causes considering my tolerance for pain is through the roof. "However, you should know for future reference that you're more of a natural girl. Which means you should use more browns, tans, whites, etcetera and you want to keep it light. You don't need a lot to look good." I half listen as Lydia amicably continues to explain the wonders of modern-day make-up to me like she wasn't just crying ten minutes earlier.
"Why do you let him talk to you like that?" I ask quietly once Lydia takes a breath to grab for a powder brush. I notice the way her muscles tense and the pause she gets from my question. She's stopped leafing through her supplies and is now staring at the sink counter lost in thought.
"He was just angry." She squeaks, her brown eyes wide and practically emotionless. "That's what Jackson does; he says things he doesn't mean when he's mad." I have no room to judge the redhead in front of me especially when I have no experience with boys or life for that matter. But I do know one thing.
"Angry or not Lydia if he really deserved you he wouldn't have made you cry." I whisper not even flinching when her eyes flash to mine. I watch as she ponders something in her head before she heaves a sigh.
"I know." It's all she says as she picks up her brush and starts to swat me on the face with it. I let it go after that figuring if she wanted to talk further she would have. "I still can't believe your mom never taught you how to put on make-up. What? Did your family live under a rock?" Lydia teases though with how serious she looks one would almost think she's making fun of me.
"My mother died giving birth to me and I actually grew up in a basement." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them and the moment the last syllable is uttered I know I made a mistake. I think I actually stop breathing while I focus on one of the many tiles dotting the bathroom floor. What in the hell did I just do?
Lydia and I sit in a suffocating silence that slowly chips away any feelings of comfort I had around the girl. I can't bring myself to look at her, but I know she's staring. I can feel her burning gaze on my face and after several long moments it becomes too much.
"Are you done?" I ask softly already gathering up my bag before she confirms or denies my question.
"Yeah, you're done." I can see her nod out the corner of my eye and that's all the confirmation I need. I tell her thank you and haul ass out the door. I'm down the hall and around the corner before Lydia can even think about following me.
I end up ducking into an empty classroom as I start to pace the floor. I tug on the dark blue long sleeve shirt covering my torso in agitation. How could I do that? How could I reveal so much to someone who I barely know? I sigh running a restless hand through my brown locks debating on my next plan of action. I want to leave. I should leave. But why is it I can't bring myself to leave? I can't take the final step in securing that I'll never be found again. I have a sickening feeling it's going to cost me dearly.
I take a seat on one of the desks resting my head in my hands. I close my eyes for one brief moment, but it's enough to send me hurtling into a nightmare.
"Do you know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your chest, Mia?" I whimper quietly as I strain against the binds tying my hands and feet together. The smell of dirt overwhelms my senses and fuels my terror. "Huh? Do you know the feeling of complete and utter despair?" My father barks appearing over the hole he has roughly thrown me into.
"I'm sorry, please just let me out!" I beg around the lump growing in my throat. I can feel the hot trail of tears cascading down my dirty cheeks mixing with the dried blood on my neck. "Please I'll do whatever you want just don't do this."
"Do you know what today is?" He asks before taking a long pull from the bottle of whiskey in his hands. "Hm?" He hums crouching down to peer at my withering form. "Do you?"
"Her birthday…i-it's mom's birthday." I whisper my tears growing so heavy they distort his face making him appear a watery blob.
"That's right," he nods with a sadistic grin turning up his lips, "it's her birthday and what kind of husband would I be if I didn't honor her memory?" He smiles taking another swig from his bottle before raining the rest of his whiskey down on me. "This is for your mother." He spits with a withering glare that has my panic spiking.
"Dad please! No! PLEASE!" I scream as the coffin lid slams closed. "NOO! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" I bawl taking gaping gulps of air as I hear the undeniable sound of dirt hitting the coffin. "NO! PLEASE DAD! STOP! I'M SO SORRY!" I shout slamming my hands against the wood desperately trying to escape from this cage.
"It should have been you!" My father yells as thunder claps overhead. "It should have been you!"
"Excuse me, are you supposed to be in here?" I gasp when a high-pitched voice startles me from my thoughts. I jump up so fast that the desk I was sitting on clatters to the floor behind me.
"Oh I'm so-" I try to apologize, but the woman who can't be more than thirty holds up her hand cutting me off.
"Forget it, just leave." She waves her hand toward the door dismissively as she brushes past me to pick up the desk. I do as she suggests and leave. It's when I'm walking down the hallway that I receive a text from Stiles.
Where are you? Come to the cafeteria asap.
I stare down at the message not exactly sure wha stands for. That is until I get another text from Stiles.
Asap- as soon as possible.
I nod the whole message making much more sense now. So that's where I head even though I'll see Scott, at least, I'll have Stiles there for comic relief. I stop outside the cafeteria doors taking a deep breath as I shove the memory from earlier down deep where no one will ever find it. Then with mock confidence I push through the doors not expecting what I find.
The usual chaotic room is silent as every pair of eyes lay upon a lone figure bent over a table in front of me. I take in the familiar blond hair that now falls in waves down her leather clad back. A tight black mini skirt barely covers her butt and I'm pretty sure the heels she's wearing would break any one else's neck. Well maybe except Lydia Martins.
I stare at the back of the girl's head willing her to turn around so I can see her face. I can sense that something is off about her and from the confidence rolling off of her soaking everyone in its path I'd have to assume she's a werewolf.
"What in the holy hell is that?" I feel my ears perk up when I hear Lydia. I scan the cafeteria to find her standing over Scott and Stiles who are also watching the show. I have to agree with her especially when the blond finally turns around to reveal Erica. Her eyes instantly find mine and I want to gap, but I don't want to give her the pleasure of seeing my reaction. She seems to be sucking up enough attention as it is.
"You're Mia, right?" Erica asks coming to a stop in front of me making me tense with the close proximity of her body. I nod staring straight into her cat-like eyes as a small smirk slides across her face. "Perfect. Derek wants to talk with you." I feel my heart spike as Erica snakes her hand around my wrist in an iron lock and tugs me toward the door. Oh god, Derek must know. I send Scott a pleading look over my shoulder to find him and Stiles are up already moving towards us. But it's not fast enough as Erica drags me behind her to the doors of the school.
I do my best to tug myself from her grasp receiving more and more flashbacks the closer we get to her alpha. It's only when we plow through doors into the waning sunlight that I really panic. Derek is in the driver's seat of his black Camaro his face turned toward Erica and I. Ray bans shield his eyes from my view, but I can feel his gaze on me. It's in that moment, I snap out of my haze.
I don't think Erica expects the fist I land to the side of her face or the knee I crack one of her ribs with, but one thing she does notice is the way she goes down like a box of rocks. I flinch when I hear Derek's car door open followed by the school doors bursting open.
"Mia!" Scott and Stiles yell at the same time as I stare between them and the alpha getting out of his car. In a moment of absolute weakness I do something I've never done before. Instead of running for the woods I run straight for Scott. I don't know why, I can't explain the feeling that overcomes me, but I practically bulldoze him over as I latch on to him.
"Scott, please don't let them take me. Please." I whisper hugging him tight to my chest not even tensing when he wraps his arms around me.
"They aren't going to hurt you. I promise." He reassures me as he gently unwinds my arms from around his neck. I pull away from him then not particularly proud of my display of fear. I look into his serious brown eyes to find complete sincerity behind them.
"Scott!" I step to the side when Scott pushes me gently in Stiles direction. I can't even look at Stiles after what I just did. I had just begged Scott, practically a stranger, to spare me. If I were back home, I would be punished. "We just need to talk to her."
"No you don't." Scott glares taking a protective stance in front of me. I glance over his shoulder to see Erica crawling to her feet. I can already see the gold filling her pupils as her wolf takes over. Claws extend and teeth elongate while Scott sends her a warning. "Don't even think about it, Erica." However, she doesn't listen, her eyes searching for mine. It's only when her golden hues land on me that things change. Her face automatically softens as she stares at me curiously, her head cocking to the side as she sniffs the air.
"Ah, what is happening?" Stiles asks breaking the exchange between Erica and me. I don't know what to tell him especially when Erica starts to move up the steps in my direction.
"Erica!" Derek barks capturing the young beta's attention. "Get in the car now." He demands as she silently obeys never once taking her eyes off mine. I trail her until she's in the passenger seat before averting my eyes to Derek's. "We will talk." He says it confidently causing a shiver to crawl down my spine. I have no doubt he'll stay true to his word.
Scott, Stiles, and I watch the alpha slip behind the wheel before burning out of the parking lot. I feel drained after that confrontation and I don't think I have it in me to finish the day. But it seems I've just raised more suspicion and questions among the two boys now staring openly at me.
"Mia, what was that?" Stiles is the first to speak asking the most difficult question out of them all.
"I honestly don't know." I shrug my shoulders sagging under the weight of it all. "I just…I don't know."
"You do realize you took Erica down like it was nothing, right? Then when she should have been pissed and raging, her wolf saw you and suddenly she's as calm as Ghandi." Stiles sputters flinging his arms around like it should mean something.
"Stiles, cool it." Scott glares at his friend who rolls his eyes but nods. "Mia, are you okay?" Scott asks his voice holding a new found softness that I can now associate with pity.
"I'm fine, but can one of you give me a ride to Scott's? I would walk but I don't want Derek to find me." I try to speak the words with strength but they sound pathetic even to my own ears.
"Yeah, of course, Stiles give me your keys." Scott commands holding out his hand expectantly. If I wasn't so ashamed and baffled by my actions I might actually crack a smile at Stiles expression.
"What? Are you kidding me? No way. I drive." He scoffs snatching the keys from his pockets and twirling them around his finger. "You're failing six out of nine of your classes so get to class. I'll take Mia home." Stiles blatantly states motioning for me to follow him.
"Stiles, if Derek finds you-"
"I have a bat." Stiles states like it's the answer to all his problems and the potential ass whooping Derek would give him. "Now go to class, I'll make sure Mia gets home safely." And with that Stiles starts down the steps and walks to his jeep in the parking lot. I start to follow him until Scott reaches out a hand to gently grasp my wrist. I stare down at my feet wondering when I'll ever stop being a disappointment to myself and the people around me.
"Mia, I swear I'm not going to let Derek touch you. You'll be safe with me." Scott says waiting patiently until I lift my eyes to his. But I never do, I keep them trained on my converses and the way his hand on mine no longer makes me cringe.
"I really hope so." I murmur pulling my wrist from his grasp so I can walk to Stile's jeep. I've never been one to put all my hope in one place but pulling out of the school with Stiles chattering away in my ear. I can honestly say I hope I can stay.
The McCall house remains empty for the next eight hours. Even after school when Scott should have come home but didn't quite make it through the door. I'm not sure what I expected after that display of ignorance on my part this afternoon. Am I really that afraid all the time? The fear of being caught always present in the back of my mind in everything I do.
I don't want to be the damsel anymore but I'm not exactly sure how to break away from the terror that holds me hostage. It's enough to drive a girl crazy. So after a little past eleven, I climb the stairs to the guest bedroom that Melissa is allowing me to use as my own. I figure I can escape reality with sleep tonight as I cross my fingers for no nightmares.
I push open the door expecting to find my nice warm cozy bed. However, I don't expect to find somebody lying in it. I'm pretty sure my heart drops to my stomach as I freeze. The lights are off making it a little hard to see which seems to be no problem for the other person in the room especially when they flash gold eyes my way.
"If you're going to kill me just make it fast." I breathe out of pure fear jumping when the bedside lamp turns on revealing…Isaac. His hair is a mess and his clothes look ruffled like he just threw them on not a moment earlier. He's staring at me sadly.
"I'm not going to kill you, Mia. I just came to talk." I narrow my eyes not budging an inch as I check the rest of the room.
"For Derek? If you think you're going to take me without a fight, you're dead wrong." I hiss clenching my fist at my sides to keep from running away.
"I'm not here because of Derek. I'm here because…well I don't really know why I'm here. I couldn't sleep and this is where I wound up." He growls running a hand through his hair as he swings his legs over the bed turning his back to me.
"Do you know why you acted the way you did at the police station?" I ask figuring I might be able to ease some of Stile's curiosity as well as my own with his answer. I notice the way Isaac's shoulders heave like he too has wondered the same thing.
"I wish I knew. I just know that when my wolf saw you it had a…peculiar reaction." Isaac states making me draw my eyebrows together in confusion.
"What kind of reaction?" I catch the sigh that leaves Isaac's lips like it pains him to answer me.
"It…or I guess I wanted to…cuddle." He finishes almost bashfully turning his face to see my reaction. I feel my eyebrows practically disappear in my hairline at his answer and when I see the crimson blush that has risen in his cheeks.
"Your wolf wants to cuddle?" I ask in disbelief. I can't say I'm not a tad skeptical of his answer. I watch as Isaac looks away shaking his head before he stands from the bed and walks to the window.
"I know it's stupid. I'm going to go."
"Wait!" I exclaim taking a small step forward as he pauses swinging one leg out my window. He turns back to stare at me his face holding so much need that I can't just let him go. Some distinct part of me that knows this shouldn't be happening is screaming at me to throw his ass out. But this other part that is slowly being coaxed to the surface by the wolf's soft eyes speaks instead. "You can sleep here, but you have to be gone by the time Scott gets home or at the very least hide. No one can find you here." I tell him not sure what I'm doing until I walk to the bed and slide under the covers.
"Yes, absolutely." Isaac nods eagerly sliding back through the window before shutting it behind him. He walks over to the bed removing his shoes before lifting the covers to lie down.
"Before you get comfortable, you should know that if Derek finds out about this I will be on the next bus out of this town and you will never see me again." I explain watching Isaac's eyes sadden considerably as he nods.
"I know." And with that, he crawls under the covers making sure to shut the light off before rolling over and crushing me to his chest. I'm not sure how to react especially when he wraps both arms around me like I'm his personal teddy bear.
"Uh, Isaac?" I ask only to get a loud snoring sound in return. "No one falls asleep that fast!" I roll my eyes when he remains quiet, his heart slowing down the deeper he falls into his dreams. So I work with the little room I have laying my head on his shoulder and popping a knee up to rest against his. Despite, how uncomfortable it should be I'm so tired that I fall asleep almost instantly. And for the first time in ages I don't have a nightmare.
The next day is a bit of a blur. I go to class and take notes without really absorbing any information. I'm here, but I'm not. I think about this morning when I woke up to an empty bed and an empty house. Scott was nowhere to be found and I took that as a sign that I majorly fucked up yesterday. So I've done my best in avoiding everyone today. Luckily, I haven't run across any of them.
"You know the only good thing about seizures was that I never remembered them." I pause when I turn the corner to find Erica standing dangerously close to Scott as she backs him up against the lockers. "Until some brilliant jerk-off," I jump when Erica slams her palm against the locker next to Scott's head rattling the metal and my last nerve, "had to go put cameras in everybody's phone. But look at me now, Scott." Erica grins getting in Scott's stony face as he looks away directly at me.
I can see the way his eyes widen in surprise but it's not at me. It's at someone over my shoulder and I don't have to look to know who it is.
"Oh that's right. You only have eyes for her." Erica taunts, both wolves looking through me instead of at me. I wait until they turn back to face one another before I slip past them. They're in such a heated discussion that they don't even notice me or so I think.
"Mia! Wait!" I slow to a stop, hiking my bag higher up my shoulder, as I wait for Scott to appear next to me. He seems a bit flustered and I can't blame him. "About last night and this morning-"
"No, you don't have to explain." I cut him off scuffing my shoe against the floor a little more than embarrassed. "I'm sorry about yesterday and how I reacted to Derek. I should have handled things better and I've only seemed to make things awkward. It won't happen again." I nod glancing up from my fascination with the floor to find Scott staring at me in confusion.
"Mia, you don't have to be sorry. I completely understand your fear and things are not awkward at all. I wasn't home because I had some things to take care of that I didn't want to get you in the middle of." Scott finishes granting me with a small smile.
"Oh, well, good." I nod rocking on my heels as I point a thumb over my shoulder. "So back there with Erica?" I don't have to elaborate on what I want to know nor do I have to wait long for an answer.
"Derek is looking to turn someone else and I'm trying to find out who." Scott sighs running a hand along his uneven jaw.
"Why is it up to you to find them?" I ask curiously running my eyes over this boy who can't seem to stay out of trouble if his life depended on it. Which in some cases it actually does.
"I just don't want someone to suffer the same way I have. I didn't have the most gracious of introductions into the supernatural world and it's been a big adjustment. It's dangerous and I feel responsible for the other betas." Scott reveals making me understand him a little better. Unlike, the rest of these hungry betas with one thing on their mind; Scott actually thinks before he acts. He's trying to save people who don't want to be saved…at least not yet anyways.
"I find your animosity for what you do admirable but there's something you should know. When the time comes, know that you can't save everyone and that's okay. It's how hard you fight and how you pick yourself up after the fall that defines the man you are." I stare into Scott's brown eyes wondering if I've gone too far. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say to someone who lives for saving people. However, I don't get the chance to know if my words were right or wrong when Stiles comes running up to us.
"Boyd's gone!" He huffs bending at the waist to catch his breath. The kid literally ran maybe twenty feet.
"So?" Scott asks reaching a hand out to steady Stiles as the boy glances up at Scott like he can't believe Scott hasn't caught on yet.
"Boyd never misses school, Scott. Where could he be?" Stiles asks taking a puff from his inhaler as realization dawns on Scott's face.
"Boyd!" Scott yells his mouth dropping open in shock. "We need to find him. I'm going to go to the ice-rink, see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it?" Scott devises a plan quick as lightning as Stiles hangs his head unsure. "What?"
"Scott, maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?" Stiles voices a little defeated.
"We can't." Scott deadpans making me shake my head.
"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word "sensational" comes to mind." Stiles tries to boast his point, but seems to be getting nowhere with Scott.
"Yeah. How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott asks clearly fretting over this girl's life. I want to say something along the lines that it would be her own actions that get her killed not Scott's, but I keep my mouth shut.
"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility." Stiles reasons glancing at me when I nod my head in agreement.
"They all are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."
"All right, I'm with you. And I also gotta say this new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you." Stiles comments causing Scott to shove his shoulder playfully.
"Shut up." He smiles shaking his head before turning to me. "I want you to stay here and let me know if you see Boyd, okay?" I have to say I'm a little shocked Scott would even include me in his plan but I can't deny that it feels good.
"I will." I nod looking between the two teens. "Good luck." I watch as they walk down the hall and disappear out the school doors along with the only peace of mind I had left.
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