Surviving Spirit

Chapter 10

Warnings: some domestic violence and hospitals

"Dad! You gotta help her! You gotta help Y/N!" I shouted, grabbing everyone's attention, especially dad and Spencer's.

"What- what do you mean help her? She was fine when I saw her a few hours ago..." Spencer said.

"She came to the diner, where I was meeting her for breakfast... with Peter..." I started, to which Spencer's eyes widened.

"What do you mean 'with Peter'? Did he just show up there? Or..."

"No. He arranged the whole thing. Last night, while I was doing research at Derek's loft, I heard Peter on the phone with her, yelling at her about not even giving him time to explain, and she said something back to him, but then he said, either she meet us at the diner today or else..." I said, almost all in one breath.

"Or else... what?" Dad asked.

"I don't know... he just said or else. Then, when she showed up today, she told me to come down here and see you since you were so worried about me, which I'm sorry about... Left my phone somewhere in the mess of papers in my room... but anyway, when Y/N told me to come down here, Peter bolted over to stand next to her and held a knife to her throat and now she is still sitting there with him eating a meal..." I finished all out of breath.

Everyone just stopped. They looked at me. Then Agent Hotchner said "Alright, call in SWAT; Sheriff, get your deputies over there; JJ call the diner and see if you can get a line of communication going with Mr. Hale. We've got to hurry: we've got a very special girl to save..."

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Y/N POV

I was scared. I was beyond scared. I was hoping that Stiles would just go to my father anyway, even though I had told him not to, but for now, I just had to hold on until Spencer would arrive. I knew he was coming for me, but I just had to wait.

"What are you smiling at?" Peter said, suddenly pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Uhh... nothing. Just something Stiles had said." I replied, hoping he would buy it.

"No, that's not it. You're thinking about him, aren't you?" He said, with a look of disgust on his face.

"If you really must know, yes, I was thinking about him. Of course I'd be thinking about him when my ex-boyfriend is holding me hostage in a diner just because he wants to have a conversation with me!" I quipped through gritted teeth.

At this response, Peter growled at me, then got out of his seat and sat next to me, pulling the knife to my throat. I completely tensed. I saw Patty moving towards the phone, probably trying to call the Sheriff's station.

"If you would have just listened to me back then, I wouldn't have to go to such extremes now..." He said through gritted teeth, grabbing my hair and holding my head while pressing the knife even deeper into my throat, cutting it slightly, causing blood to drip down my neck.

Peter saw this, and there was a flicker of pain in his eyes for having done it, but there was no real guilt. Then, I saw his expression change, and I had no idea why until he picked up a knife from the table, and threw it across the room, where it went straight into the phone in Patty's hand, shattering it into a million little pieces. Patty got so scared she passed out.