"Stop that."
I jumped slightly as my eyes shot over to the familiar hulking form standing in the doorway of my bathroom. I always forget how tall Derek is until I'm standing right next to him. Or in this case in front of him.
"Stop what?" my brows...
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“Wilder!” I screamed, rushing over to his side as he leaned his back against his porch steps.
Derek is covered in blood.
There's a cut above his left eye, he's got a busted lip and his nose is bleeding profusely. Seeing him covered in his own blood like this reminded me of the dream I had the night we met and my hands began viciously shaking while I tried to control my breathing.
I am beyond fucking angry right now. My hand is just itching for the bastard who did this to just come back outside so I can give him a few good knicks with my knife.
But right now im more worried about the fact that Derek is bleeding… a lot. And in more places than one by the looks of it.
“C’mon let's get you out of here before I do something stupid.” I whispered, wrapping my arm around his waist. I'm sure his dad, or whoever that hell that bastard was, is watching us from the window right now but I don't care.
I dare him to try and fucking say or do something to me. I really fucking do.
“I thought you didn't like to be touched?” Derek teased, wincing in pain as I pulled him off the ground.
“Shut the hell up.” I grit through my teeth, carrying half of Derek's weight because I think his ankle is sprained. “I don't know how the hell you can joke after what the fuck just happened! If anything I should go back there and kill that son of a bitch!”
My breathing was ragged as flashes of the past mixed in with the present, nearly overwhelming me.
Oh, little Alice, it almost sounds like you give a shit… I thought I taught you better than that. No one cares about you, so why should you care about them?
“Careful now, someone might think you're being serious.” Derek tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a painful groan.
I ignored him, readjusting my hold on his waist.
“Ouch! Dammit!” he groaned and I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry, but you're gonna have to suck it up you big baby. We're almost to my house- I'll patch you up there.”
“Red, I'm fine. Just take me to Jeremy's house. I can—”
“Shut up.”
“But—”
“Shut. Up. It's either my house or the fucking hospital– but I already know which one you'll choose so again… Shut. The hell. Up.”
“...“
As soon as we got to the front of my house I yelled for Alex, pounding on the front door with my foot because I had to use both hands to hold up Derek. Shortly after, Alex came barreling outside with his police-issued gun in his hands. When he saw us, he scowled at me.
