The warm air inside of the trailer was comforting to my lungs as I slowly breathed in and out. Slowly I opened my eyes and found myself staring up at the ceiling of my trailer. I closed my eyes again and rubbed them in attempt to rid myself of the sleepiness. I put my hands down and felt the woven fabric of my blanket greet my touch. Then it hit me. Last night. I opened my eyes again, now lying in the place Derek had been the night before. Was it…just a dream…I rolled my head to the side and found my first aid kit lying on the table.
"Not a dream.." I muttered my mouth dry and my head pounded. I turned and looked back at the ceiling wondering why I was lying in this place and not Derek. He's gone. It took but just a moment to realize it, and for a moment I was unbelievably sad. That one thing that had made me feel so safe and secure was gone, and once again there was nothing.
Pushing myself off of the couch, I wrapped the blanket around me and moved into the kitchen to pour another cup of water. Groggily I drank the cold water and waited for the pounding in my head to go away. I looked around at the digital clock, the red numbers reading that it was well into midday.
"Today is a hooky kind of day to be honest." I said taking another sip from the mug.
Knock-knock. The sound coming from the door was enough to surprise and frighten me. After last night, what happened in my front yard, I figured answering the front door was a hapless hazard. Another knock from the door followed and another.
"Hello?" A voice called from outside. It was a boy and he sounded about my age. I moved toward the door and gripping the baseball bat.
"Who's there?" I responded, entirely uneasy about having visitors.
"Uh, me. Me, Stiles. Just good ole' Stiles." His voice was ever so nervous. Releasing the bat I opened the door to the skinny boy. He looked at me for a moment while I too studied him over, unsure what to do. "Hello Belle."
"Hello Stiles." I wrapped the blanket tighter around me. "What do you need?"
"So…you weren't at school, and, well you know, you hear things…" Stile waved his hand behind him, indicating that he was talking about my yard. I looked beyond him and glanced at the yard, sure enough finding that the sunlight illuminated the damage from last night.
Only a small section of my picket fence continued to stand, and in the perfect circle of where my fence once stood was green grass; outside that line was nothing but torn up grass. Oddly enough the strange small purple flowers remained untouched.
"Drunk driver." I lied.
"Drunk driver? Right so he-"
"Drunk. Driver." My voice was calm and steady while I looked Stiles square in the eye. Stiles opened his mouth, but when he noticed my continued glare, smiled and packed his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah. No totally, makes complete sense." He smiled stupidly, knowing that I was lying but didn't really feel like pursuing the topic.
"Now that you've quenched your curiosity-" I turned to shut the door when a thought hit me. "Stiles, how do you know where I live?" His skin turned a shade lighter as he started to sputter and run his hand through his none existent hair.
"Wow, it is getting late. You know what they say- "a whole ten hours" and all." He turned to walk away quickly, but I snapped my hand out and gripped the back of his shirt. Stiles turned his head slowly, slightly chuckling until he noticed my dead serious face.
"You show up knowing something happened last night, yet you've never been to my home. Not to mention your whole behavior is just suspicious to boot." I released his collar as he turned back around to face me, though he avoided my gaze all together. "Do…do you know Derek?"
"More than I'm completely comfortable with actually." He joked, but I just nodded taking in the whole thing. I opened my mouth to question Stile more, but the sound of a truck coming up the gravel path stopped me. We both turned and saw a moving truck pull up into a trailers parking lot, just across the way from my own trailer. "New neighbors?"
"I guess; I'm not sure honestly. I could have sworn someone else already was living there…" I muttered as a red Ford Mustang pulled up behind the truck. The engine revived once more than died and out stepped two of the most unlikeliest characters to find in a trailer park.
"Oh my god…"Stiles gapped at the dazzling woman as she stepped out of the car, her Louis Vuitton high heels sinking into the dirt below the gravel path. Her short skirt showed off her mile long, tanned legs in all of their perfected beauty. Tumbles of dark brown curls cascaded down upon her shoulders and framed her angled face.
A man walked around the car, also stunning, and swept the woman off her feet, the sounds of her giggles bouncing off the other trailers.
"Well nothing odd about that picture." I leaned against the door frame and watched as they opened the door to their new trailer. Money like that didn't belong in the trailer park; they were up to something for sure, but that was for another time. I returned my gaze to Stiles. "So are you going to tell me more about Derek or what?"
"Between the two of you, I'm honestly more afraid of Derek. So no, no that'll about do it." Before I could question him further he jumped off of my porch and bound over to his blue Jeep parked in my small driveway.
Watching his car till it rounded the corner, I let everything that had just happened settle down inside my mind. Images from the night before flashed across my memory; growls and red eyes.
"Killer's eyes." I whispered to myself feeling a chill work its way down my spine no matter how tightly I wrapped the blanket to myself. I moved back inside my doorway and as I closed the door I glanced over to the new neighbors and caught a glance of the man studying me from across the way.
Moving back to the couch, I sat down numbly and thought back to Derek. The chill vanished into warmth in seconds.
"Derek Hale…who are you?"