UNBREAKABLE // teen wolf

Chapter 11

I knew he was lying about being Scott's friend because earlier when stiles was trying to explain what he was buzzy mentioned Derek and If you found out a friend was in police custody you would not react that way.

We were on our way to my house after dropping Allison off when I started to feel a sharp pain in my leg.

I clenched my teeth trying to keep my act together at least until I was home, but it was too much.

I put my head in my hands and an involuntary whimper escaped my mouth.

I could tell Derek was looking at me I mean if you were in a car and they started randomly crying would you not stare?

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" He asked.

It started slowly fading so I lifted my head and shook it side to side slowly. I leaned back on the head rest in absolute agony but it wasn't as bad.

I opened my eyes like I could sense we were on my street and before he could go any further I jumped out the car.
I don't know why I did that but I did and not even a second after I ran to the house not allowing Derek to say anything.

I didn't go through the front door I'd only do that if I had a death wish.

Normally when I try climb up the little tree I struggle but I pulled myself up with ease and climbed through the window that led to my dark room.

I didn't even try stand up when I got in. I curled up into a ball trying my best to keep quiet.

I didn't move when I heard footsteps, or when I heard my bedroom door open, I stayed exactly where I was until my head was forcefully pulled back.

He looked so angry but I didn't care. I was in so much pain but he didn't seem to care.

He pulled me up by my hair and started talking but I couldn't understand a word he was saying everything was spinning and super blurry.

Then everything was normal.

I could see and I could hear and the pain was gone.

"Are you even listening to me!" Noah demanded.

I didn't respond.

He let out an animal like growl then started dragging me down the stairs to the basement.

"What are you doing? Noah no please don't please" I begged.

I knew where we were going, in the basement there's a very small cupboard with a boiling heater.

When we first moved in I went straight to the basement to explore and when I opened the door smoke literally came flying out and it felt like I was burning then.

I was trying to pull back but he was triple my size with lots of muscle.

When we made it to the bottom that's when I really started freaking out.

My breathing increased I was so scared. The door was already open which meant it wouldn't be as bad but I knew he was gonna lock it. I've always hated heat.

He threw me in the cramped room and for a second he hesitated and a look of remorse came across his face but it disappeared very quick and it made me question my humanity, maybe I was hallucinating.

He slammed the door shut and locked it from the outside.

"I'll be back when you learn to behave" I was shouting pleads to get me out but it was no use he probably wasn't listening.

I had been in here all of 5 seconds and it was already starting to feel like a sauna. Soon enough my skin will be ready to freaking peel.

I was breathing so hard and that's when I remembered the Bobby pins in my hair so no extra pieces of hair would fall out.

I was sweating so bad so I started peeling my jacket off but I moved my arm too far back because my hand connected to something boiling and I let out a loud scream.

I brought my shaky hand in front of me to see my skin was already blistering.

I had tears streaming down my face, I needed to get out.

I took the Bobby pin out my hair and kneeled in front of the handle.

I started jiggling it around the lock trying to unlock it.

Just to my luck it bent so I tried again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until I ran out of pins.

I let out a loud cry of frustration and started to take more layers of my clothing off.

I ripped some of the fabric from the soft top I was wearing and wrapped it around my hand.

I curled up into a ball trying to get as far away from the heat as possible but there was no point.

I the heat and pain was too much for me and a buzzing sound lulled my to sleep.

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THE NEXT DAY

I WOKE..
Up to the sound of my alarm going. My eyes shot open and I sat up using my hands but I felt a pain in my hand.

I looked down to see fabric around my hand.

So it wasn't a dream? How did I get here.

The question quickly skipped my mind when I remembered my hand probably hasn't well no it definitely has not been treated so I got up and rushed into the bathroom.

I turned the tap onto cold and slowly started unwrapping my hand.

It hurt like a bitch especially when the cloth was stuck to my hand.

The burn looked super red and very sore. The blisters had popped and it had obviously been bleeding. I knew it was gonna burn when I ran it under the tap so I put a face cloth in my mouth to quiet myself down if I started screaming.

I didn't waste another second and pushed my hand under the cold icy water. My eyes stung with unleashed tears but I had to keep going. I tilted my head back and the silent tears rolled down the sides of my face.
Why did he do this.

After a minute my hand started going numb so I re-wrapped it in the clothing fabric I used before. I had that $50 from Lydia so I was gonna go to the pharmacy to get some Germolene, a med kit, bandage wrap and some antibiotics to help with the pain.

I looked in the mirror and I was shocked. It looked nothing like me.
My entire face was bright red apart from the big blue bruise that was healing, my hair was a mess, my eyes had very dark bags and I looked numb.

I was still half clothed but I didn't care. Using my one hand I opened the draw to get another face cloth and I pulled a brush and some make up out.

After 30 minutes of me washing my face, brushing my hair and putting it up and hiding the bruise on my face I thought I looked good enough.

The make up made my face burn but I could give 2 shits about that.

I was admiring my hair in the mirror, I could only use one hand so I was surprised that it looked okay. I still looked half dead but it was better than before.

My back felt really sore so I turned around to look at my back and hell I wish I didn't...