Animagus

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Lake House Part Three

Stiles puts the restraints on Malia, "Too tight?" he asked.

Malia growled, "Tighter." Stiles tightened them. "You can leave if you want..."

Stiles shook his head, "I'm not going anywhere. And, to be honest, I'm probably safer down here than in a party with fifty freshmen and a very pissed-off Lydia..."

~Upstairs~

A man by the name of Demarco rolls in a keg of beer into the kitchen. I was leaning against the counter drinking a bottle of water. Garrett was drinking a bottle of wine. "You're dead."

He turned to me, "Why?"

I chuckled, "That bottle of wine your drinking is worth more than you." I said sarcastically.

Before Garrett could say anything, Lydia walked in, "Okay, I didn't order a keg of beer— especially not domestic." she complained.

"Somebody ordered it. Are you trying to tell me nobody here wants to drink?" Demarco asked looking around at everyone.

Before Lydia could answer she saw her laptop on the island near some red solo cups. "Who put this here? This laptop is two thousand dollars..." she snatched the laptop and then saw Garrett drinking from the wine bottle. She grabbed the wine bottle from his lips, "Oh, and that bottle is worth four-hundred..." She turned back to Demarco and sighed, "How much?" He hands her the bill and the fee. "What's this extra hundred dollars?" Lydia asked.

"I call that the 'Yes, you do look twenty-one to me' surcharge," he said with a smile.

I let out a small growl, Lydia held up her hand for me to relax. "Let me get you some cash." she left the room to get the money.

Garret pulled out his wallet and walked over to Demarco, "I opened the wine. I should probably pay for the keg." Garrett handed Demarco the money for the keg and the fee. I thought that was very nice of him.

~Basement~

Malia begs Stiles to leave, "Stiles please go."

"It's okay. I hate parties. It's a social anxiety thing. You ever have a panic attack?"

Malia growls, "I'm having one now!" Malia lunged at Stiles.

Stiles jumped back, "AH! Just breath, okay? I'm not going to leave you."

She pulls at the restraints, "What if I hurt you?" she asked.

"You're not going to."

Malia moaned, "But I want to. Ugh! I look at your face and I want to slash at it! I want to tear at it! I want to feel your bones crack between my hands!"

Stiles was shocked, "Surprisingly enough, your not the first person to ever say something like that..."

Malia growled, "I'm not leaving you. And I'm not going to let you hurt anyone." Stiles said.

Malia looked up slowly, "You're not going to have a choice." she broke free of one of her restraints, lunged towards Stiles again. Stiles jumped back again this time further.

"Okay, Malia... I know you can hear me. Just listen to my voice."

"Listen to mine— run!" she demanded, roaring in his face.

"I'm not going to run, because I don't think you're going to hurt me... And I think maybe you're so afraid of hurting me because of what you did to your family. I know what that's like. I remember everything I did and the worst part is, I remember liking it. Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else... Control is overrated." Stiles said while unlocked the remaining restraints on Malia. Once the restraint came off Malia jumped on Stiles but quickly backed down. She shifted back, covered in sweat. Stiles brushed the wet hair from her face, "You did it." She smiled and they hugged each other in relief.