born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter twenty two] you found me, you shouldn't have

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Aires pov...

After the situation was taken care of, I had to haul everyone out of the clinic and to Lana's house whilst me and Chris took care of the bodies. I was more than capable of doing it on my own, but he refused to let me clean up the mess by myself.

"I'm sorry, I smeared blood on the seat." He muttered with a frown as we pulled up outside the house I hadn't been to in years.

We didn't have another choice or anywhere else to go, her house was in the woods, outside the border. Gerard didn't know where it was, who it belonged to. The perfect hideaway.

With a roll of my eyes, I turned off the car and slid out. "Don't worry about it."

"Hang on, let me find something, I can get it off-"

"Chris." I snapped whilst levelling him with a look. He looked lost, and I knew it was my fault. The only reason he helped me take care of the bodies was because he was latching himself onto me, afraid to leave me alone in case I slipped away again. "One, this isn't my car, it's Blakes. And two, you're not the first person to smear blood on the car. It's fine, if it doesn't come out I'll just get a new one. And besides, I'm covered in blood as well." Soaked but I didn't need to point it out, I looked like a scene out of Carrie.

But I needed him to stop feeling guilty and stop latching onto me- we both couldn't afford for it to happen.

His lips parted, as if to say something, however he slammed them shut and looked away. There were things I wanted to say to him, so many questions I needed answered. Like where the hell was Melissa and Noah? Their absence was weird considering the circumstances, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised how I hadn't seen them since before I was manipulated into going off with the dread doctors.

I forced the thoughts from my head and stormed into the house, a scowl on my face. I was curious, and curiosity in Beacon Hills was a poison. I needed it gone. But the second I stepped into Lana's house, Deaton grabbed my arm and levelled me with a hard glare. Anyone else, and his hand would have been ripped from his body.

"We need to talk."

I wasn't an idiot, I knew I needed him. He's always known everything, always been a step ahead. So instead of fighting him, I bit down on my tongue and trailed after him. Lanas house was safe, the words didn't leave the walls. But even then I refused to let my guard down fully. I couldn't afford to.

But the way he was just looking at me- so patiently, made my skin crawl. And cruelty was on the tip of my tongue. I forgot what it was like to be gentle, I wasn't used to having to be it. But I couldn't make him hate me, I needed him for a multitude of reasons.

"You want the truth?" I forced out as softly as I could fake.

"As much of it as you can give to me." He whispered, igniting a rage inside of me.

I didn't like asking for help. I never asked for help in the last eight years, it goes against everything I believe in and everything I made myself to be. But it was for Blake.

"I don't know where to start." I admitted, but the second it left my lips I wanted to take it back.

Instead of being blunt with me, giving it to me straight- he smiled at me, and I was starting to see red. It was all for Blake, I reminded myself, I just needed Blake back before I spiralled even more.

"You flipped the switch?"

"Yes."

"When?" Sadness twisted in his eyes in the most sickening way.