Kidnapped By Stiles Stilinski

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Shit Lydia. Why did you tell the cops! I looked over at Stiles and expected him to me angry, but he was smirking.

"Are you sure it was Stiles Stilinski? As in, the sheriff's son?" The police officer asked lydia. "Yes. It was him." Lydia's fragile voice replied. Stiles chuckled and turned whatever that thing was off. "Are you going to hurt her?" I asked hoping the answer would be no. "No." Stiles shrugged. I sighed in relief. "But I'm going to hurt you if you pull something like that again." Stiles glared at me. "That was a set up. That cop she was talking to isn't even a real cop. He's an old friend of mine. That was a test. And for once in her life, she failed." Stiles explained.

"So why are you going to hurt me for it?" I asked. "I'm not going to hurt you unless you do something like that again." Stiles said truthfully. "You should know that I'll always find you. Every time." Stiles said and pulled into his driveway. I got out and slammed the door and walked up to the front door. Stiles unlocked the door and we walked in. When we walked in I saw Sheriff Stilinski in the dining room looking over papers.

I was about to yell when but Stiles was of course one step ahead of me. He had grabbed my neck and covered my mouth with his hands. "Stiles is that you?" The Sheriff asked, not looking up. "Yeah dad its me, I'm going to my room to drop something off and I need to talk to you." Stiles replied. "Ok hurry back son." The sheriff said, still, not looking up. Stiles forcefully pushed me upstairs and shoved me into his room. "You try anything and I'll hurt you." Stiles growled. "With what." I snapped. Stiles rolled his eyes and pulled out a gun from his drawer. My face paled and I took a step back.

"Uh hu now shut up and you better stay here." Stiles snapped. I nodded and he stomped out the door.

•Stiles Stilinski •

"Dad I know I messed up ok?" I said. "Son you stabbed Lydia! How do you call that messing up!" My dad yelled. "I'm sorry but she's just so damn stubborn and I didn't have any other way to get her to come back! I couldn't just walk in there and take her out! She would have escaped again." I tried to explain. "Stiles your so damn lucky that Rob was available when he was or you'd be in huge trouble right now." My dad said. "And don't think that I don't know what you did to the poor girl." He said. "I'm sorry but she needs to be disciplined." I sighed. "And what I do to her is none of your business. She's mine not yours. And I'm pretty damn sure you had to discipline mom in some way am I right?" I asked, knowing that I was right.

"You didn't have to carve into her Stiles." He snapped. "She needs to know who she belongs too." I snapped back. "Just stay out of it dad, I'm pretty sure you've done worse." I said and raised my eyebrow. "You know what? Fine. I'll stay out of it. But don't expect me to keep covering for you Stiles." He said while putting his hands up. I grinned knowing I won this argument.

"Oh you won't need to worry about that dad. By next week she'll be disciplined enough to where we can go back to school." I smirked. My dad rolled his eyes. "I don't even want to know." He mumbled and went back to his papers. "You won't need to father." I smiled and walked back upstairs and opened the door to see Asher gone and the window wide open. "Shit!" I yelled and punched the walls. "That fucking Bitch!" I yelled and threw the computer chair across the room.

"Stiles what the hell is your problem?" Someone questioned from behind me. I turned around and saw Asher standing there with a towel in her hand. "Why weren't you in here?" I asked still pretty angry. "I went to the bathroom! You left the window open." She accused. I sighed and went to close it. "I'm going to take a shower." She mumbled and grabbed some of my clothes. I didn't respond as she walked out of the room.

All I was thinking was how she could've easily escaped, she had the perfect chance yet she didn't take it. Part of me knows she's planning something, but the other part of me knows that she wanted to stay.

•Asher Perrish•
There's no way in hell that I wanted to stay here. I was the one who opened the window if it wasn't obvious enough for you. I was about to escape but I heard Stiles walking up the stairs. So I ran to the bathroom and pretended to just walk out but of course he was throwing a damn fit.

This kind of stuff is the reason why I need to get out of here as fast as I can. Since I was in the bathroom I just tried to think of a fool proof escape plan. Obviously the chances of the plan being fool proof are very unlikely since Stiles is looking after me like every second, but honestly I just need to escape. Especially before the full moon, which is in three days. Last time I couldn't control myself and almost killed Stiles. He may have kidnapped me, but I can't just kill the sheriff's son.

I had about 10 minutes left in this bathroom before he would start to get suspicious. "What am I going to do." I whispered to myself. There was a window in the bathroom, but it was so small I wasn't sure if I could fit in it, but I'll take the chance. I opened the window and put my legs out first. I tried to grab something to steady myself, but I ended up slipping out of the window. On my way down I accidentally grabbed the outside of the window, causing it to shut behind me. The moment I hit the floor I sprinted off, this time not knowing where I'd end up.

'Its been 2 hours, he's definitely out trying to find you' Jaquelin spoke into my head. 'I know that Jaquelin.' I replied. 'Ok. So go to Derek's house. You've walked by it like three times in the past 30 minutes.' Jaquelin said obviously very annoyed. Derek's loft was probably the safest place I can be right now to be honest.

I ran up to the door and knocked on it loudly hoping either Derek or Peter were home, preferably Derek. The door slid open to reveal Derek in basketball shorts and a sweaty shirt. "What do you want Asher?" Derek seemed surprised and shocked to see me. "Derek I need your help please." I pleaded while looking behind me. "With what, why do you keep looking behind you? Are you ok? Is someone after you?" Derek asked. "Derek can I please come inside I promise I'll tell you everything." He nodded and stepped aside, letting me walk in. He closed the door and made sure it was locked before turning around. I told him everything.

"So let me get this straight. Stiles kidnapped you after you rejected him, and you transformed on him, which is why Scott called me, and then after the hospital incident he re kidnapped you, practically raped you, tortured you, and you escaped again, and then he followed you to Lydia's house and stabbed lydia, kidnapped you AGAIN, and threatened you, and now your here?" Derek asked confused. "Yeah pretty much." I said while nodding my head. "Are you talking about that ridiculously scrawny pale sarcastic kid?" Peter said while walking out from someplace, probably the depths of hell.

I nodded. "Yes. Stiles." I said. Peter burst out laughing and he grabbed his stomach. I rolled my eyes and lifted my shirt up to reveal the scars of the initials in my side. Peter stopped laughing and looked at me with shock in his eyes. "Now you believe me?" I snapped. "Asher you can stay here as long as you need too." Derek sighed and pointed upstairs. "Thank you derek." I hugged him and ran upstairs. 'I swear he has a soft spot for you.' Jaquelin spoke. 'I know.' I said and smiled.

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I feel like I should make these chapters long. Idk this one was 1438 words