born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter ten] pick me, choose me, run with me

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Aires pov...

I had minutes with Stiles.

And I had to use them to convince him I was going to die.

"Ree ree?" He sighed when I walked into the room.

"Myst."

He was bruised and bloody, and the rage it stirred in me was sickening. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go.

His big eyes were locked onto mine. "What are you doing here?"

I forced a smirk onto my lips. "Getting you out of here." I forced out in a whisper.

I could feel Blakes eyes on me, watching me. But I couldn't look at him, I couldn't let him see how sick what I was doing was making me feel. It was cruel, one of the cruellest things I had to do.

Stiles was going to have to mourn me again.

And even though we weren't together, and even though we'd hurt each other in ways that ruined us- being casually cruel to him was the equivalent of a thousand cuts. I had to do it though.

"He has the necklace."

"I know. I'm going to destroy it." Showtime.

A scowl ghosted his face as he shook his head at me. "Ree, you can't-"

"And I'm going to kill Gerard, and you're going to get out of here." I continued.

From the way tears burned in his eyes, it was obvious his mind was moving a mile a minute and putting together the puzzle pieces. He had always been smart, one of the smartest people I knew. He was working it out so easily and even though it should have done the opposite, it made what I was doing more painful.

Silent tears stream down his face. "What about you?" He hissed with wide eyes.

"I don't know if I'm going to get out alive, Stiles."

"Ree, I... What? Yes you will!" He choked out.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on him, even though I could feel a bile rising in my throat. The emotional pain I had caused him over the years was shocking, I'd hurt him more than anyone else, ruined him more than anyone else- more than Void.

And I was doing it again.

"I think this is the end of all of it. If I don't make it out in time-"

"But you will!" He hissed in denial, because we both knew I 'wasn't' going to make it out 'alive'.

"I don't know if I will."

Disbelief swam in his eyes as he recoiled from me. I was torturing him, and I wasn't even close to being done. "So you're going to let them take you?"

Slowly, I shook my head and watched as the realisation suddenly dawned on him. A sickening sob ripped past his lips as he stared wide eyed at me.

"Your planning on killing yourself?" He questioned, even though he already knew the answer.

"If I'm not out by midnight, I'm dead. I'm not letting them have me, I'm the only one who can take my own life. If I can't get out after destroying the necklace, I'll have to do it. I'll kill myself. Stiles, your going to get out, Blake is going to get you out of here-"

"I don't care about getting out, I care about getting you the hell out-"

"Stiles." I sighed, why did he have to make everything ten times harder?

"No, Ree. You have to come with me, let them have the necklace, let them do whatever the hell they want here- come with me, let's leave."

I didn't understand what he was trying to say, leave with him? As if it was so easy?

"I'll be right back." Blake mumbled before slipping out the room, leaving us alone.

"Stiles," I muttered whilst shaking my head at him.

"Ree," he mumbled, his hands were suddenly on my face, clinging onto me. "Please."

What the hell was he asking of me? To run away with him? I couldn't do that and he should've known why, he should've known better than anyone why I couldn't do that. And he should've known why he couldn't ask me that.

"Aires," he whispered, his hands still on my face. "You don't have to do this-"

"I do."

"Just leave with me, please?"

"Stiles."

Staring into his eyes as he begged me made me sick, because how many more times could I keep denying him before he hated me for it? It wasn't simple, I could just leave- and I couldn't leave with him.

There was a double meaning to his words and we both knew it. From the way he was looking at me... He wasn't talking about leaving and going back to others- he wanted to leave together without anyone else.

We were both in different places, with different people. He loved Malia, I loved Blake. It was so simple and yet he was complicating it all. We were ruined, we couldn't just run away together.

"If you die, I'll have nothing left."

"Yes you will!" I threw back. "You have Malia, Scott-"

"I won't have you."

I thought we were good, I thought we were slowly making our way back to being friends- but then again, I don't think we ever truly were 'just friends'.

I'd spent years in his bed, sleeping by his side. Flirting with him. Spending all my time with him. Going back to him over and over again. We were never friends the way I was friends with Scott. Me and Stiles were never 'just friends', ever.

But I thought we were working towards something, I thought asking him to come with me, asking for his help was giving us some type of friendship. But staring into his eyes it was so painfully obvious that whatever we had wasn't dead, even though I thought it was. I'd convinced myself for months whatever was there was dead and gone- but it never seemed to die.

It didn't die with Void, when I was with The Society, it didn't die every time it should have. He didn't cheat on me, but he still betrayed me- that was when I thought it died for good. It didn't.

And I was such an idiot.

"Stiles-" I warned with a shake of my head, only to be cut off by him.

"Think about it for a minute." He begged.

I didn't have a minute, time was slipping through my fingers. I couldn't think about anything other than doing what I had to do.

"I love you," I whispered, muttering the only words I knew that would stun him into silence.

I wasn't in love with him, but I did still love him. Like I still loved Allison, Sage, Aide - and all the others I lost.

I pushed his hands off of my face and slipped out the room before he could stop me.

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Sorry for not updating in forever, I'm back on my shit and finishing this book.

This chapter KILLED ME.