{STILES' POV}
I sat in my jeep, my hands holding the steering wheel in a death grip. My eyes were glued to one spot, staring through it to the painful thoughts racing through my head.
"Stiles!"
I flinched, Scott's screams causing my chest to hurt, my hands releasing the steering wheel in exchange for fist fulls of my hair.
"They're dead, they're all dead"
I shook, holding back a sob as a small whimper slipped past my lips. I clenched my teeth together, slamming a fist against the steering wheel, only to draw it to my chest in pain. My thoughts raced until the loud creak of my jeeps door broke me out of the bad memories. I looked over to see my dad with a grave face.
"I'm not going to force you to go in there... but I'm afraid if you don't, you'll regret it later" he whispered softly. I pursed my lips, my head felt as if it were going to explode.
"I've been to so many funerals this month. I can't just go to another one. I can't..." I murmured "I can't go to another funeral. Especially not his." I closed my eyes, focusing on blocking out the images of his dead body, his lifeless face sitting in my lap as his blood mixed with my tears.
I felt my dad's hand on my wrist breaking me away from my torment. I slowly opened my eyes back up, and turned my head to look over at him. His eyes were full of understanding and sadness.
"As hard as this is for you Stiles... he was your best friend" he offered sympathetically "Scott was you're best friend." I nodded in depressed agreement, and we both slowly climbed out of the jeep. My dad was quick to make his way to my side as we walked toward the church.
"Stay with me today" I whispered softly, desperately.
"Always" he responded, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder as we reached the stairs of the church. As we ascended them, it felt like each step was another weight on my chest. We stepped into the church and I saw it.
Scott's body was posed in the casket, his skin lacking the glow of life. His hair was glued down to his head with hair gel. I'd seen him like this before. I was there when he'd died, when his werewolf abilities weren't fast enough to keep up with the wound. When he died in my lap, but somehow this was different. Seeing him like this, all dressed up and put together in a casket, made it final.
"I can't do this" I blurted softly, spinning around out of my dad's grip and racing back out to my jeep, jumping in the drivers seat, and starting it up. I needed answers, and there was only one place I was going to get them.
***
Standing in the county jail, signing my name on the sign in sheet, my heart was racing. There were guards posted everywhere with bulging muscles and steely eyes. I shook off the uneasy feeling as I handed the paper back to the woman at the sign in area and watched as she scanned it with her eyes before pressing a small button to her left. There was a loud buzzing noise, and then the door opened up to reveal a guard beckoning me over.
I hurried forward to stand next to him. He guided me down a few hallways until we came to a big room. There was a wall of window's with a stool, and a phone that connected with the other side of the window.
"Wait here while the prisoner is brought down" the guard informed me as he went to go stand by the door. I slowly pulled out my phone to see I had three missed calls from my dad and four texts. I sighed as I quickly sent him back a text to let him know I was fine, before shoving it back in my pocket. At that moment another buzzer went off... and then I saw him.
I was quick to make my way over to the window he was at and sit on the stool. He looked rough, bags under his eyes and he was dressed in an orange jump suit. I couldn't help the instinctive flutter of my heart at the sight of him, and I hated myself for it. I slowly picked up the phone that connected me to the one he held to his ear.
"I knew you'd come to see me" he whispered, a smile forming on his pink lips.
"Don't" I snapped softly "you know my liking you died the day Scott-" I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. I couldn't say the words Scott and died, together out loud.
"I killed him to protect you Stiles" he insisted with a sigh.
"Like you killed Lydia? And Malia? Mason? Liam? Kira?" I muttered, shaking with mixed emotions of sadness and anger "you killed all of my friends!" I yelled. The guard cleared his throat angrily and I shrank back in my seat.
"Yes, I did kill them to protect you Stiles" he urged "don't you understand by now that it has always been about protecting you?" I couldn't help the way my jaw dropped slightly as I fought the tears in my eyes.
"You're sick!" I snapped, dropping the phone as I jumped up from the stool, turning away from the window, and closing my eyes to keep from falling apart.
"I did it because I love you Stiles" I heard his voice faintly through the glass, bringing back the memories. The way I'd started falling in love with him before the deaths started adding up. The dates, the exchanging of words, the kisses. I spun back around snatching the phone up in anger.
"No! You don't" I growled, glaring right at him through the glass "because if you loved me... if you truly loved me.... you would've known that killing them, was the same thing as killing me." and then I slammed the phone back in it's holder, storming over the guard, and he led me out of the room.
