Brett

Break In

He's so cute

I cry

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My eyes popped open at the sound of footsteps and thumbing in the house. I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table to see what time it was.

3:57 am.

I sat up in bed trying not
to make any noises. I listened closely and heard a glass breaking downstairs.

"Scott." I whispered knowing he could hear me, even though we were in different rooms. "Scott!" I said a little louder. "Scotty!" I hissed. Another glass broke downstairs and I slowly crept to the door. I peaked out the crack in my door to see Scott creep out of his door from across the hall. I slowly opened my door further and looked at him.

"I heard you whisper. Stay here." He says quietly.

"Where's mom and dad?"

"They aren't home. They left to go to some place in Florida." He says and I scoff and shake my head. No goodbye atleast? "Stay here." I nod and go back into my room.

"Brett? Stiles? There's someone in the house. Scott needs you." I whispered. I looked out my window and saw them both walking up the driveway. Stiles looked pissed and Brett looked like he was in protective mode. They stormed into the house and I heard them screaming.

"Get the girl!" Someone yelled downstairs. My eyes widened and I locked my door as I heard footsteps running up the stairs. They came down the halls banging open every door until they got to mine.

The person began to bang on my door and I let out a shriek of fear. The door bursted open and the man came charging towards me. He grabbed me by my arms, pulling me closer to him as I fought back. I focused on him, raising my hands up and pushing them forward sending him flying across the room into my bookshelf. He rolled over and got back up and I pushed my hands into up then over making him fly across the room and into the wall. He fell to the ground and groaned loudly in pain. I stared at him and tilted my head as his body engulfed in flames. I smirked at myself, then made my way downstairs as I listened to the screams of pain the man was in because I had just set him on fire. I saw the boys fighting the men that had intruded into our home. I raised my hands up, sending them flying each in their own direction. I was then tackled to the ground and punched in the face multiple times as the boys kept fighting the other men. I flung the man that had tackled me off of me, which sent him flying into the cabinets in the kitchen. I focused and brought my hand up, making the flames engulf him starting from his feet going up. He began running around like a mad man and eventually went outside. I slowly stood up groaning in pain and turned facing the boys. I flung my hand up holding them in the air then used to other hand, snapping my fingers causing them to burst into flames. I swung the door open and flung my arms forward making them fly into the front lawn. Their screams filled my ears as I stood at the front door watching as they burned. A van infront of my house filled with people wearing black clothing and ski masks began driving from infront of my house. I stormed to the street and watched as they drove down the road. Brett, Scott, and Stiles walk out and stand behind me. I gently raise my hand up and the back of their van lifted off the ground, causing the van to flip multiple times before landing. I watched as no one in the van got out but seconds later and loud explosion sounds and my ears begin to ring. I whimper from the sound and cover my ears.

I see Scott walk over to me placing his hand on my shoulder and we walk back inside.

"Scott, there's a body in my room." I said and he nodded.

"Okay, it's okay, we'll get it." He says softly to me. "We've got to get you cleaned up."

We walk inside and head straight for the kitchen. Scott goes and gets the first aid kit and then some rags.

"Brett, can you help her up on the counter please?" Scott asks while he sorts through the first aid kit, gathering the things he needed.

"Yeah." Brett says and walks over to me. He gives me a small smile and I return it as he lifts me onto the counter. "I heard you call me. I could hear the fear in your voice." He mumbles and looks me in the eyes. "I thought something had happened to you. Something worse then what did happen." He admits. I shook my head and looked down at my lap.

"I knew what they were after and I knew Scott couldn't handle them alone. He told me to stay in my room but once that guy came in my room and attacked me, I had actually used my powers against someone and not just fooled around or was being tested. I knew I was stronger than what I had thought, so I went down and helped. I couldn't have one of you getting hurt." I mumbled shaking my head.

"Thank you, there was more coming and you stopped it. They saw what you could do and got scared, that's all that matter right now. That and we're all okay. You've just got some cuts and bruises but I think you'll be okay." He says and I nod. "I mean, you beat the shit out of Cecilia at school just by the first punch them you broke her nose. You're strong, that's a good thing in our world."

"Our world?" I questioned.

"Yeah. You know, werewolves, banshees, witches and stuff?" He chuckled.

"I've never heard of those before." I joked and we both laughed.

"Alright you two love struck puppies, shut the hell up so I can work on my sister." Scott says and I laughed.

"Work on me? You make it sound like you're giving me surgery."

"I basically am being that I've got to stitch that cut on your cheek."

"Oh, shots fired." Stiles laughs and we all stare at him with straight faces. "Come on, you know that was funny!" He says with the biggest smile on his face and I can't help but feel bad.

"Sorry Stiles." I said giving him a half smile as Scott cleaned my cuts.

"It's cool." He smiled weakly at me. Scott finished cleaning my cuts then prepared the needle and thread for the stitches.

"It's gonna hurt okay? I suggest you find something to grab onto and squeeze it whenever you feel pain. You absolutely cannot move, because I am working really close to your eye and if you move I might stab you in the eye, so be very still okay?" I nodded and I felt someone grab my hand. I saw Brett and he gave me a reassuring squeeze and a kind smile. I returned it and Scott began to count down.

"3,2,1." He stuck the needle through the skin on my cheek and I closed my eyes squeezing Brett's hand as I bit my lip, whimpering. "I know, I'm sorry. You only need two, so one more after this." He began to lace the first one and tie the strings together. "Last one, I'm going in, 3,2,1." He stuck the needle through my cheek again making me squeeze Brett's hand again, tighter this time and groans in pain.

"I thought she had powers of a witch, not super human strength." Brett says to Scott making him chuckle.

"I'm sorry." I apologized.

"It's fine. It's the last one anyway."

"No, I think she needs one more." Scott interrupts.

"Seriously?!" Brett exclaimed and Scott shook his head no.

"No, I'm just messing with you." Scott says. He finishes tying them together and pulls away from my face. "Done."

"Thanks." I mumbled and he nodded.

"Go get some rest. You can sleep in my bed, we'll take care of the body tonight and keep watch." I nod and hop off the counter.

"Thank you guys for coming when I called."

"Anytime." Brett and Stiles smile at me before I walk upstairs and head back to bed.