You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 31

Stiles' POV

I'm slung into the back of Derek's car, my chest heaving as I try to process what has just happened. What has just happened? I get snapped from my thoughts as Derek slams the car door and speeds away. Peter is in the passenger seat looking sheepish.

"Derek I" his uncle starts.

"Fucking don't!" He snarls, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Fuck, I'm in trouble.

"Der" I mumble, shooting my shot. I get blanked. Fuck, fuck, fuck! We skid into the trees and through the woods to the house, where he slams the brakes. Before I've even unclipped the seat belt, Derek is out of the car, pacing back and forth from point a to point b. Several other cars pull up and the Pack emerge, watching from a distance. Derek looks up and eyes Peter, his glare deepens and he storms up to his uncle and slams a fist into his face. Peter steps back, taking it like a champ, shakes it off and Derek rolls his shoulders back and steps away. Oh boy.

"Derek" I call, stepping into his path, he halts, jaw clenching, fists tightening and as he steps forward I flinch. I squeeze my eyes shut and recoil from him, but the blow never comes. I peak through an eye and find him staring at me, hands resting at his side with a look of pure devastation on his face. Oh fuck! Fuck sake! "Derek" I reach out, but he steps away. "No!" I snap and throw myself onto him and out of reflex he catches me and I cling to him tightly. "Don't turn away from me" I mumble into his neck and he sighs. A great, big, werewolf sigh.

"Oh Stiles" he breathes, hugging me back now, rather than just holding me to him. "I wouldn't, I wasn't going to-"

"I know, I know!" I reassure him, trying to get even closer to him. I force my lips against his and it's hard and forceful and he challenges me back with his tongue. My fingers entwine his hair and I moan into his mouth as he chews gently on my bottom lip.

"OKAY!" Peter yells, making me jump and we pull apart. Derek places me down on the ground and I shuffle myself underneath his arm so that it's wrapped around my shoulders. The Pack are all looking anywhere but at us and Derek looks down at me and sighs.

"Why didn't you tell me it was him?" He asks, disappointment evident in his voice.

"You're telling me that if I did, you wouldn't have gone after him there and then?" I counter and he shrugs nonchalantly. "Yeah- that's why." I explain.

"Well, how did you end up fighting him in the parking lot?" He pursues and I open my mouth, about to explain, when a car cruises in, lights flashing. A police car. Derek immediately puts me behind him, as an officer, who I don't recognise, steps out.

"Stiles Stilinski" he calls, looking towards me and my mate. "You're under arrest for assault."

"Like hell" Derek snarls, stepping forward and I grab his arm and pull him back.

"Don't Derek!" I object, "just follow me there and call my Dad" I tell him and step out of his reach, towards the police officer. His hand reaches out for me and I resist the urge to take it and instead move towards the officer.

"Hands behind your back." He orders and I do as I'm told, turning away from him with my hands behind me. "You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law; you have the right to have an attorney present before and during the questioning; if you cannot afford the services of an attorney one will be appointed for you". He cuffs me and I wince as they tighten- too much in my opinion- around my already sore wrist. His hand then grabs my shoulder and he shoves me towards the car. "Move it!" He snaps, throwing me into the door and there's a collective movement from the Pack as they surround the car.

"Don't" I whisper, knowing they can all hear me and out the corner of my eye, I see Peter holding Derek back. I'm guided into the back of the car and the door slams shut, dividing me from my Pack. Derek has a phone up to his ear now and he's talking very quickly into the mic, eyes locked on mine. A car door shuts and the officer starts the engine and pulls away, forcing some of the Pack to jump out of the cruisers path as he goes.

"You don't know who I am, do you Stiles" the officer drawls and I shrug, avoiding his gaze by staring out the window. "I'm Duke's dad" he adds and a horrible realisation sets in. "You hit my son." He states, driving along- in the wrong direction!

"This isn't the way to the station!" I panic, looking at roadsigns to try and figure out where we're going.

"Ha! Do you really think I'm going to take you to dear old dad? Who can get you cleared before I've even walked through the door? I don' think so!" Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm hoping my sheer panic is transferring through the bond at Derek. "Nobody hurts my family. My son. You will pay for this!" He snaps and despite my better judgements, I snap back.

"I beg your fucking pardon? Nobody hurts your son? But he can beat the shit out of me? Can manipulate me and try and isolate me from my friends and family. Are you fucking insane? Fuck you and fuck your son! I hope you both burn in hell- you sadistic bastard!"

"You're going to regret saying that you little shit!" He shoots back.

"Not as much as you're going to regret taking me! Derek and my Dad will find me and then you'll be sorry!" I play the macho boyfriend and sheriff Dad card, but it seems to have no effect.

"Oh Stiles. Do you really think this is our first rodeo? I'll make it look like an accident, and then what? Do you think all of those other boys just 'accidentally' died?" He quips and I feel sick to my stomach. What other boys? Oh god! Oh fuck, fuck fuck! DEREK! I scream internally, hoping he can feel me. "Scared now, are we?" He mocks my silence.

"Fuck you asshole!" I shout, kicking the seat in front of me. Why am I not even trying to escape? I silently curse my stupidity and throw myself side ways and bring my feet up in a kicking position.

"Don't make me shoot you" he warns, pointing his gun behind him at my thigh, I drop my legs onto the seat, defeated. Even if I did break the window, I don't think I'd have enough time to jump out before he shoots me. He takes a sharp turn and I roll into the back of the seats and then it gets bumpy, the car judders from this side to that for a good few minutes before it screeches to a halt. The engine shuts off and I hear the officer get out of the car and his door slams shut. I expect to my dragged out by my feet, instead there are voices.

"Did you get him?"
"Yeah he's in the back."
"You weren't followed?"
"Obviously not."
"Sorry dad, you don't know his friends like I do, they're... weird." So he was here too. The door does open then and I'm grabbed by the back of my jumper and forced into a standing position. We're in the woods, where in the woods I have no idea, but all I can see are trees, trees and more trees. Oh and a cabin. "Thought you got away with what you did huh?" Duke snarls and slams a punch into my stomach. I try to keel over but the officers grip keeps me upright so instead I half gag, half cough from the blow. "Let's take him inside." Duke instructs and I'm shoved towards the cabin, my steps clumsy both from being restricted and from being winded, if not for the hand holding me up I know I'd have fallen to the ground multiple times by now. The cabin is small. Two rooms. A main room and a bedroom, the door is open and I can see the double bed with... cuffs on each post.

"We should hurry, I don't think that boyfriend of his will mess around." The officer announces, leading me towards the bedroom- fuck no! I push back against him, kicking out where I can, but he just grabs the cuffs harder so that they bite into my skin and I cry out, ceasing my assault on him. I'm forced belly first into the bed and I'm held down as one of them undoes the cuffs and restrains me to the bed.

"GET OFF!" I scream, thrashing as much as I can, with little success.

"Get the scissors" Duke orders and I hear footsteps fade away and then boom back as I try and buck off my attacker. "Keep still, I don't want to cut you!" He snaps and I hear the snip of the scissors on my hair, he cut my hair!

"GET OFF ME!" I scream again and then I'm being gagged, so that my screams are muffled and the scissors begin to cut through my clothes until
I'm left naked on the bed at their mercy. I can't help it then. With the impossibility of escape or aid, I begin to cry. Duke's hand rubs my body and I shiver at his touch, trying to recoil but with nowhere to go.

"This is going to feel so fucking good." He purrs, his breath hitting the back of my neck and all I can do is cry.