Red String of Fate - Thiam

Chapter 1 - I'm angry again

Hi!

Warnings: Self-harm.

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December 1st - Wednesday

Liam P.O.V.

I'm running again.

Everywhere I turn I see their faces, the ones who died at the war. Brett, Lori, Garret... Everywhere I turn I can smell their blood, feel it dripping from my hands. Everywhere I go I can still hear the hunters running after us, smelling them like they're still here.

This time I'm not running from them. I'm running from myself.

The further away I stay from Beacon Hills, the more anger I feel because I know I can't just leave. My breath is unsteady and my heart is beating so fast that it would be impossible for a human to handle. I start to feel the claws and fangs show up and I fall to the ground feeling my knees bleed on the concrete. I close my eyes shut trying to control the anger. Even though it's the middle of the night I can't risk anyone seeing me like this.

Pain makes us human.

I dig my claws on the flesh of my arms and bit the inside of my cheek. Now the only thing I can smell is my own blood. The anger turns into pain blinding me, but at the felling of my claws disappearing I manage to calm down. My heartbeat is so loud that I didn't hear the footsteps approaching me, I only realize I'm not alone when a familiar smell of soap breaks through the smell of my blood.

"Liam?" That voice... The voice I didn't hear for three whole months. "What are you doing here?"

"What? I live here." I spat feeling the anger come back. First Hayden leaves, and then Theo leaves too, after all I did for him, he just left. Am I that easy to leave?

"Liam, you're four miles away from Beacon Hills."

My heart stops and the anger vanishes. I look around and realize I don't recognize the road I'm at. How much have I run?

"Let me take you home." Theo says still two meters away from me. "You don't look fine."

"Don't tell me how I look, not like you care. I literally brought you back and you just left without saying goodbye, like we weren't friends at all."

"Were we friends?" He mocked. If he were closer I would've punched him.

The truth is, I missed Theo's company, he could be a total pain in the ass but somehow we always ended up having fun together, or like most of the time, fight together. Scott, Stiles and the pack are in college, and Mason is always busy with Corey, so having Theo as company was good. We made a pretty good team. But he left and now I know he never even saw me as a friend.

I only realized I still had my claws digging on my skin when Theo grabbed my wrists.

"Stop that." He said after realizing I wasn't going to answer. "Let me take you home."

I give up and get up from the ground, Theo starts walking away and I follow him starting to feel the scratches on my skin heal. We didn't say a word until we were by his truck. Looking at him with more attention I realize he had changed a bit, he had a nice beard and even though he looked tired his eyes didn't look empty.

We enter the truck and Theo's strong smell fills my lungs. It smells like fear and loneliness.

I rest my face on the window and Theo starts driving back to Beacon Hills.

"What were you doing here?" It's my turn to ask.

"Couldn't sleep, thought about going for a night drive."