Don't Let Me Go

I Love You To The Moon And Back

Scott didn't let me get up once as he struggled making breakfast. He said he was going to spend the rest of his life making it up to me and breakfast was just the beginning. I laughed as he dropped nearly all the pots looking for the pans that were actually in the cabinet to his left. I like watching him determined. Soon enough he had the pan on the stove  with the best smelling eggs cooking. Wow he really did know how to make good eggs... Then again my mom always left breakfast up to me so I had given up on making eggs when I was twelve and got salmonella poisoning after I ate a way too undercooked fried egg...

"Hey Scott can you put on the news for me? Channel ten please." I smiled at him as I sipped the coffee he had brewed. Too strong for my taste but he wouldn't let me get up.

"The news?" He laughed but reached for remote to the small TV we had on the counter. My mom used to love making the recipes as she watched cooking shows.

"Yes the news. After you grow up in a family who is constantly watching out for animal attacks every morning it doesn't feel like breakfast unless I watch the news." I raised an eyebrow at him daring him to make fun of me.

He held his hands up in defeat and laughed before complying. My attention is turned away from the shirtless chef to the young reporter on screen. Her cheerful tone turned somber as she introduced the next story. My blood went cold as she started to speak.

Six months ago near a amusement park near a bay in San Francisco, four bodies were found brutally murdered. Police suspected it was an animal attack from the wounds found on the bodies but were puzzled at other injuries such as those found on Fred Elder. The bones in his lower arm were found crushed with finger indentations at the site. Police are still investigating what exactly caused the death of these four men. Their families were able to give little information to law enforcement pertaining to if any of these men were a target of some kind. However this case has recently been given a twist that no one was expecting. Since last week when the photos of Fred Elder, John Peterson, Robin Stark and David Tirk were finally released to the public after their families granted permission; dozens of women along the San Francisco bay have called to report that they were victims of sexual assault from at least one or all four of those men. Some victims claimed they were raped just two weeks prior to their death and some up to six years before today. Victims range from ten years of age to twenty-seven. Police are investigating if this has any connection to their deaths and has released a statement saying that if this death was in fact not an animal then whoever was responsible for their deaths prevented countless women from being victims of sexual assaults as the phone calls were still coming in as of ten o'clock this morning of anonymous women saying they were too scared to report it before. Every victim said it was a random act that occurred on a street corner or alley way therefore it wasn't possible to ID any of the men or to have stopped them before this day. Their families have refused to comment on the recent turn of event a-

The screen goes black and I look up to see Scott had switched it off. Both of us had remained frozen in shock to do anything about the words coming from the TV. It was Scott who had come out of the trance long enough to turn it off. 

David Tirk. That was his name. The blonde one now had a name to haunt me with. But I was right. I wasn't the first they had raped. I couldn't believe how many girls they'd hurt. Somehow I had wished I was the only one. It would probably;y help Scott to know he had helped other girls but to me it felt like someone had punched me in the gut and I couldn't breathe. The thought of somebody having gone through what I did was enough to make me sick. A ten year old girl had been touched by them. A ten year old.

I ran to the bathroom tears streaming down my face and I hear Scott running after me. I get to the bathroom and retch in disgust. Those men deserved to die. They were sick and vile and terrible excuses for human beings. 

Scott pulled my hair back until I finished and waited as I brushed my teeth before leading me back to the kitchen.

"Scott.." I whispered.

"Yeah?" He stopped and looked at me.

"Thank you."

"Of course. I'll always take care of you when you're sick." Scott held my hand as he said this.

"That's not what I meant... Scott thank you for killing them."

Scott gasped and I could tell he wasn't expecting that. He slid to the ground and just sat there.

"I... I blamed myself for it. I convinced myself they were these normal people who had a few too many drinks...I-I don't know what to think anymore." 

Scott was crying and I looked into his eyes and saw emotion coming back to his eyes. They weren't blank like they almost always were but I could see almost like a relief in them. I think this what my father meant. Scott wasn't a killer. Scott needed to believe that he had done more good that harm.

"They said you prevented countless other girls from being raped too. Scott dozens have women have called in one week. Scott you saved us."

I pulled him into my arms and for the biggest turn of events I've ever had I sat there with his face in my neck comforting him. He cried as I held him and I prayed that I was getting my Scott back because once I  did I was never letting go.

"D-Do you think t-their families would forgive m-me?" Scott whispered his tears having stopped but he was still stumbling over his words.

"Yes. Yes Scott I think they would. I forgave Derek for killing Kate didn't I?"

"W-What about y-your mom?"

I took a deep breath, "Derek didn't kill her. He had to do with her death but he didn't kill her."

"Do you wish you had never met me? And none of this would have happened?" Scott whispered.

I had thought of it before. Without Scott in my life I would probably still be clueless about the existence of werewolves. I would probably still have a mother and Kate and be living a remotely normal life. That night on the bay wouldn't have ever happened....but... a life without Scott hurt more than that. Although I wish I could erase all the bad I couldn't bear to part with the memories of our stolen kisses, his smile with dimples looking at me as he said "There's no such thing as werewolves." when I argued that there was no such thing as fate when it came to us. I didn't want to forget the night at the dance when we first shared the words 'Because I love you' and I didn't want to erase how perfect my first time was with Scott, he had been gentle and loving. Most of all I would never want to forget how Scott took care of me that night when most would have run away and how he never ever gave up on me.

"No because that would be the biggest tragedy of all." I had taken a moment before responding and I felt Scott release a breath he was probably holding. I knew he probably had expecting me to say yes but I could never regret meeting him. He was my other half and without him I would have stumbled through life feeling like I had missed out on something.

"I love you to the moon and back." Scott said looking into my tear filled eyes. It was the first time he said to me what was written on the locket but I had told him in my mind a million times. In that moment I knew it was another one of those things I would never want to forget.

"Me too."