Full Moon Under You

Chapter 12

The next few days were a blur. I would go to school, finish my homework during my free period, then go to Derek's and train.

During training, the only things we would talk about would be, well, training. 

Fix your footing, you keep losing balance.

Learn how to use your claws, they give you an advantage.

Get up and try again.

Scott noticed something was off with us and questioned me about it. To which, I replied:

I think he's on his period, or something.

I trust my friends, but I wasn't about to air out what happened to everyone. I'm not like that. It's between Derek and I. That was until...

"What the hell did you do to Derek?" Stiles said as he barged into my room.

"Good afternoon to you as well, Stiles. Wonderful weather we're having!" I commented while rolling my eyes.

"You know, since you've been around, he's been less of a douchebag. Which has been great for me because he scares the everliving shit out of me. But recently, he's back to being a complete douchebag, so what did you do?"

"Stiles, it's really none of your business."

"Oh, it's none of my business? No, actually, it is my business. When Derek Hale goes back to threatening to kill me and one of my best friends is back to locking herself in her room and ignoring all of our messages, it is my damn business, Kylie." Stiles huffed out.

"Aw, we're best friends? That's so sweet!" I retorted trying to change the subject.

"Kylie!"

I took a deep breath, "Fine, you want to know what happened? We had a thing. A weird thing where we kissed sometimes. I said I wanted it be something more, he doesn't. Now, the only reason we interact with each other is so when Peter Hale comes back to unleash hell onto all of us, we don't get killed and my sisters stay safe." I whisper-yelled. "I'm sorry if that troubles your life so much, but I don't want a relationship where I'm being used for something, like my parents used me as a jockey to get them drugs." I felt my eyes glaring.

Stiles blinked and took a step back. 

"I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to do that."

"No, I'm sorry I shouldn't have burst in here demanding answers like that." said Stiles, apologetically. "So your parents...?"

"Emily and Jax were able to get out, but I wasn't. I had to drop out of school and get a job to support myself. My parents would threaten to hurt me if I didn't help them get drugs." I rolled up my shirt to show the cigarette burns on my stomach. "I had to wait until I was 18 to finally get out."

Stiles just nodded slowly, then sat on my bed trying to process everything I had just told him.

"I'm really sorry, Ky."

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Derek's POV

After Kylie left today, I decided to do some training on my own. I knew when the time came, Kylie would be able to handle herself, but just in case, I also wanted to be ready.

I went for a run around all of Beacon Hills, twice. I came back to do pull-ups for about an hour, then I decided to move on to the punching bag.

Why did I always have to be the one to take care of everything? Why did I always have to deal with a bunch of shit?

Why couldn't I give Kylie what she wanted?

I liked Kylie. I enjoyed being around her. I felt lighter when I was around her.

Being with her felt different than any other girl I've been with. It felt safe. It felt like home. At least, as much of home as I could imagine.

I don't know why I couldn't just open up to her. I think deep down inside of me, we wanted the same thing. Someone we knew would always be there, someone we could tell everything to, someone we could share a life with. 

I think I was scared of what could happen if that all went away, if something happened to her. I was always being targeted whether I liked it or not and I didn't want to drag her down with me. 

I want her. I want her in my life. I need her in my life.

The punching bag flew off the wall. I stood there breathing for some time. I decided to go for a walk to hopefully clear my head.

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I ended up at a bar. 

"Whiskey, neat." I told the bartender.

The bartender handed me the drink and I finished it in one gulp, then nodded for her to refill my glass.

"Rough day?" she asked.

"Rough life."

"Tell me about it, sweetheart."

I just needed to talk to someone without it getting back to Kylie, so, for whatever reason, I told her.

After about 4 more glasses of whiskey, I finished my story.

"Well, a handsome guy like you shouldn't have any trouble finding another lady." she looked me up and down, then winked at me.

I just needed to get my mind off of everything for the night.