All We Are

Chapter 28

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. 

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Was I really about to do this? I sat behind the steering wheel (it had taken me a second to get the seat adjusted- stupid tall people... taller than me people.) I cranked the car up and put the seatbelt on.

Yep, I was really doing this.

I tried to remember what my dad had taught me, but it all seemed to blur together. I took my hand off of the wheel and moved it into reverse. I let off of the brake slowly, returning my hand to the wheel as I coaxed the car out of its parking space. I braked, moved my hand off the wheel and put it in drive.

It was a little stop-and-go at first. Okay, the entire time. But eventually, I managed to catch up with Chris' SUV.

They turned sharply down an alley and I tried to follow suit, Derek's car was on two wheels for a second. I panicked, the brakes weren't working fast enough and there was no point coming to help if I killed everybody. I went to move the car into park but I hit the accelerator the same time it switched into reverse and the next thing I knew the Camaro's rear end had a dent the width of a light pole.

The airbag didn't come on and while the seatbelt tightened I could manage to unbuckle myself. I got out of the car my nerves a little shaky- then again when weren't they anymore? The four men and Sydney had run over to the scene.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" Isaac and Dad yelled as Dad began inspecting me for any scrapes.

"I'm fine." I glanced back at the car. "You think Derek will notice?"

To answer my question, the light pole promptly fell smashing in the roof of the car.

"Nah I don't think he'll notice it at all" Sydney grinned grabbing me and wrapping an arm around me.

Scott rolled his eyes.

"Glad to see you managed to keep yourself from getting hurt this time."

We walked back to the SUV.

Chris looked livid and apparently decided the best punishment would be to ignore me, which was fine by me really.

"Where's Derek?" He demanded.

To answer his question, Derek came bounding in on all fours, because that definitely screamed Bad Ass. He flipped and landed in front of us eyes growing red.

"I'm here for Jackson, not you," Chris called out I couldn't figure out if he meant as a threat or a promise.

Right now I was just glad the car was out of Derek's line of vision and there were more pressing matters for him to focus on.

"Somehow I don't find that very comforting," Derek told him before looking at the rest of us. "Get him inside."

Chris reversed the vehicle into the warehouse and the boys' unloaded Jackson. I kept looking around, the plan was that Lydia was supposed to cure Jackson, but I hadn't seen her yet. I was starting to get worried.

"Where are they?" Scott asked.

He'd noticed it too.

"Who?" Derek asked.

Was he shitting us right now?

"Peter and Lydia." Scott clarified Derek looked down.

This didn't look good.

"Derek?" I asked.

He ignored me and stepped over the body-bag beginning to unzip it. I stood frozen.