An Unexpected Turn { sterek }

Chapter 13

                                    *STILES' POV*

They left for the meeting and I sat alone. I sighed to myself as I cleaned up breakfast then I thought about it. Maybe I shouldn't even care and just go to the meeting. I mean even though Derek doesn't like me there is nothing I can do about it. I decide to stick it out and if Derek has a problem then screw him. 

I got into my jeep and drove to the loft. I pulled into a parking spot then walked in and upstairs. When I got to the door I heard a lot of commotion inside and I whip the door open. My eyes pop socket when I see Scott wailing Derek. Derek looks like he can't take much more and I run in. 

                     "Scott stop!" I yell, but it's like he can't even hear me. 

                    "Scott you are killing him!" Allison yells, but again he doesn't stop.

Finally Isaac intervenes."Scott!" He says and puts his hand on Scott. Scott stops and Allison, Lydia, and the twins run to a blacked out Derek. 

I stay standing in the back, not believing what I jut saw. What happened before I got here? I wasn't there for literally 20 minutes. Derek must have done something pretty bad for Scott to react that bad. You know Scott with his good boy motive. 

I step in further and now Scott is passed out with Isaac trying to wake him up. The rest is fixing Derek's wounds. I make a decision and walk over to Scott. I sit down next to Isaac and he looks at me confused, probably wondering why I am here, but I ignore the look.

                     "What the hell happened." I ask and Isaac stayed quiet for a minute.

                     "Derek was talking shit and Scott wasn't having it." He tells me and I don't question. 

                     "Well can't you wake him up with your wolfie powers?" I say motioning with my hands. Isaac just rolls eyes and grabs Scott's in his. 

I left them alone and walked over to Derek. He was pretty beat up, but you could tell he was already healing. I leaned over him and wiped the hair off his forehead. The others sorta just backed off a little. I look back up at them with an expectant look. 

                     "Are you going to help me get him into his bed or just stare?" I asked and they slowly came back and helped me pick him up. We set him down on the bed and walked away altogether to Scott. 

                    "I should probably get going." Lydia says then the twins, and Allison agreed. They left and it was just Scott, Isaac, Derek, and I. 

Isaac took Scott up to his bed and I stayed down with Derek, for some reason. I sat down next to his bed and started to take care of the wounds some more. I went into the kitchen made some soup and grabbed medicine. I took them back to the bed and set them on his bedside table. I sat there for a while, waiting for Scott to come back down so we could leave. 

                  "S-Stiles.." I look over and Derek is staring to wake up.

                  "Rise and shine mother fucker." I say to him. He looks over and gives me a confused face.

                 "What are you doing here?" He asks and he sits up a little, but winces. 

                 "Taking care of your wounded ass, your welcome. Here is some soup and medicine, take with care. Bye now I guess." I say and start to stand up. He grabs my arm and sits me back on the chair. 

                 "Thanks... I'm sorry" He tells me with a guilty face.

                "For what?" I ask, even I had a long list for things he could be saying that for. 

                "It's not important I just need you to know that I didn't really mean it.." He speaks vaguely and I just hesitantly nod.

                "It's okay... I guess" I say, because I don't really know what else to say.

He takes notice of the soup and eyes it then starts to eat it. He takes a few bites and makes some noises of satisfaction. He then takes the pills and returns to the soup. I just awkwardly as he sits there slurping loudly. Finally, he finished and sets the bowl back down on the table. It gets quiet and even more awkward than before. 

                "Why am I still here?" I ask then stand up and leave before he can say anything. 

I get home and go up to my room and decide to take a nap. I'm sure it won't last long, but it is worth a shot. I take off my pants then crawl in to bed. It takes me a while, but finally I fall asleep. 

It's dark. I can't see a thing. It's so cold that I can't even shiver. I stand up and start to walk around to try and find a way out. I'm not sure how I got here. I can hear something in the distance, but it sounds like it's on another side of a door.

                 "Hello? Is anyone here?" I ask keep searching in the darkness. It feels like overtime I take a step it gets colder, but I'm not getting anywhere. I feel something rush past me so fast that I fall onto my butt. 

                  "Who is out there?!" I call out and I can feel a panic attack coming on. I can hear what every it is running around me. I try and stand, but it runs past me and pushes me back to the ground. 

                   "Please stop." I beg as I stand again, but like last time I get knocked to the ground. I bang my face on the freezing ground and I can't feel my hands anymore. I try to stand one last time, but it knocks me to the ground again and I fall onto my back.

                  "WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I yell out with  tears streaming down my face. It gets quiet for a second then I hear a squeak and light starts to pour in. I stand, and this time I don't get knocked down.

There is a open door around 50 yards away and I start to run. I run as fast as I can, but the door won't get closer. It lights up the empty space a little, but there is nothing in sight, besides the door. I keep running for it, but it's no use. I sigh and fall to the ground in defeat. 

Suddenly something whooshes into the open. I can't see it very, but I know for a fact that is what was pushing me. I stand up and try running again, and this time it works. I reach the door and walk inside. It's to a bright that I can't see for a second, but finally my eyes adjust and I realize I'm standing in my room. 

I look around and everything looks normally messy. I look at my bed and the covers are torn off the empty bed. I keep looking for the shadow, but my door won't open. I keep looking around my room then I realize, I can't remember how I got into my room. I feel another gush of window and I'm a small closed space. 

                      "What the..." I turn in circles, but there is no way out so I start to pound on the walls. 

                      "HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!" I keep yelling still my voice is hoarse and I can't breath. The tears won't stop and I know I'm having a panic attack when suddenly the air changes and I know something is in hear with me. 

I hold my breath and suddenly I see sharp claws right in front of me. The claws glide across my face, but not with pressure. Then they quickly slice something next to me and I drop to the floor. I know the shadow thing didn't scratch me, but I can't move. Then my vision goes black. 

I wake up and my dad is hovering over me. I look around and I realize I'm in my closet. I was about to ask what happened when I remember everything. Taking a nap, being stuck in the cold dark, the shadow pushing me around, going into my empty room, getting trapped in a small space, and the slice next to me. 

                     "Thank god you are awake." My dad says with relief and I just nod knowing that I was probably screaming. 

                     "S-Sorry" I say still a little out of breath.

                    "Look, I've got to go to work... but I'll be back soon. You can call Scott or something." He says with a small smile. He gets up and leaves. 

I stay in the closet for a moment then I stand up shakily. I walk out then I hear something behind me. I quickly turn and two shirts are on the ground. Shredded.