Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

Welcome to Hell

{Welcome to Hell}

"Welcome to hell, big, bad Allison Argent."

"LET GO OF ME!" She screamed in Laurel's face.

"I should have taken you on this road trip a long time ago you dirty little slut."

"Shut up Laurel! Just stop it! And you wonder why no one ever gave a fuck that you were there! No wonder your mother killed herself! I WOULD HAVE TOO IF I WAS STUCK IN BULLSHIT LAND WITH MISS DRAMA QUEEN LAUREL."

"That would've been a stupid comeback had I not WANTED TO FUCKING RIP YOUR THROAT OUT!" Laurel slammed on the breaks of the car, Allison's head making contact with the dashboard, giving a little thud as she groaned.

Laurel, unfazed by the screeching halt grabbed the brunette girl by the hair, literally dragging her along as Allison let out a cry in agony.

"I'm fed up with your bullshit, I'm fed up with your hunting, I'm fed up with the way you left Scott, and I'm just playing fed up of your incessant little face, heartbeat, ruining my happiness." She hissed in the girl's face.

"I'm fed up with your hatred of every living thing- with the exception of Stiles. Stiles. Why Stiles? No, why you. Why would he love a girl like you unless- like everyone including Scott and Isaac- he just feels bad. Bad because people stomp on you. But they don't realize your a welcome mat for this treatment, and you're the true slut here."

Laurel didn't wipe the tears from her cheeks, instead she dragged Allison to the nearest tree, and with a large sob she smashed her face into the hard bark.

Allison cursed in pain, but at this point Laurel was too caught up in her own tears that she hadn't noticed she wasn't touching the bleeding girl anymore.

"Laurel it's me, Stiles," He smiled at me.

"Fuck you." She choked out.

"Uh, Scott?"

"What?" He called back,

"Her eyes were never red before, right?"

"No, why..." Scott asked.

Stiles looked down from Scott,

"They are now."