All We Are

Chapter 25

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:

"I've got a little surprise for you after your stunt at the party." Matt whispered in my ear, tucking my hair behind my ear softly, I flinched. We turned the corner and were greeted with the bloody remains of the deputies on duty.

I stared down at Whitney's lifeless body, there was blood everywhere I tried to run to her, but Matt yanked me to him. His arms wrapped around my waist and I fought a scream.

"You're a monster" I spat at him tears streaming down my face. He leaned his mouth down close to my ear his hot breath making me shiver, I felt sick to my stomach.

"What's the matter, Charlie?" He trailed a finger from my cheek down my neck hovering dangerously above my chest. "I thought you liked monsters." I felt his mouth on my neck, and closed my eyes in disgust "or do you only like to fuck them?"

I felt his arms around me and I started to claw at them to get them to let go of me.

"Charlie" He was holding me down, I kept my eyes closed I couldn't- I couldn't stand to look at him again. I started kicking and flailing around trying everything I could to get him off me.

"Charlie wake up! It's me-"

I opened my eyes; it was dark. I saw blue eyes and my own widened in terror. I tried to claw at him again. But his hands moved mine holding them above my head, being careful not to put too much pressure on my casted one.

"Charlie, it's me."

I blinked a few times, tears streaming down my face, the blue eyes staring at me weren't the cold and menacing ones of Matt, but Isaac's warm, loving ones. He let go of me. I noticed his face was covered in scratch marks that were quickly fading.

A nurse and the guard came running in, "is everything alright?" the nurse asked looking from me to Isaac.

I stared at her still dazed.

"She's fine, it was a bad dream," Isaac said shooting her an apologetic smile.

The nurse looked me over considering what he had said for a second before nodding and walking out with the security guard.

"It's okay."

He went to stroke my cheek and I flinched. He backed away holding his hands up. I saw the hurt look on his face.

"I'll use the cot, give you some space." He told me gently.

Part of me wanted to pull him to me and ask him to hold me. The other part- the part that still had the scratches on his face seared into my memory, The part that remembered Whitney's death was a direct result of my actions knew better. The best thing for Isaac was to get away from me, and that meant nodding my head and turning my body to face away from him. I heard him sigh, and I fought back tears. It was for the best.

"I love you," He told me, I pretended to be asleep.

Isaac was gone when I woke up, I felt like the wind had knocked out of me. It's for the best. I reminded myself; I wasn't sure if he left for good or not, but maybe Boyd and Erica would have a better chance of persuading him away from me.

Dr. Hillard walked in shortly afterward.

"Good Morning Charlie, how are you feeling?"

I gave her "the look", this was not the Dr. Hillard I preferred. I liked the cranky "this is how it is" version not the "the hospital sent me to sensitivity training again".