Don't Let Me Go

Kiss Her

My eyes uncrossed and I could see Scott coming towards me crying. He sat me up using his arms to hold me up. He gave me a gentle kiss which I had to break to gasp from the pain. Our last kiss was short but I couldn't dwell on that. I tried to conjure the memories of all the amazing kisses me and Scott had shared but I couldn't. He begins to sob as he puts his arms around me.

"Do.. it.. it's o-ok-kay. I l-love you."

The pain was so overwhelming I couldn't even understand what he said back to me. Nothing seemed to matter any more than escaping the pain. One more minute of this and I think I would try and kill myself. Scott had to do it. I didn't the strength. I screamed profanities as the pain got worse when I thought of how those four men. how David, had won. They had finally won. They broke me and here I was begging for death to escape the pain they caused me.

His arms around me tightened and I felt all the air go out of me. His arms got tighter and tighter and I wasn't able to breathe. He was one second away from taking my life and I wasn't experiencing any bliss or flashbacks. I just wanted to escape. I wanted it to be over.

"SCOTT STOP! What are you doing?!" Stiles yelled.

His grip on me loosens when Stiles punches Scott in the face to get his attention.

"Let go of her! Stop it! Try and help her but don't kill her! I won't let you!"

He lets me go slowly and cringes at the sight of me gasping for air and whimpering at the pain. Why couldn't Stiles let Scott go through with it? Did no one understand I would rather die than keep feeling someone was stabbing me and twisting the knife and digging it deeper and deeper every second.

"The doctors said it was a psychological pain from being reminded of the night she was raped b-"

"And you thought it would be OKAY to read the file of the guy who raped her?! Great plan! Next time if he isn't dead I'll help you plan a sit down dinner and they can share a nice conversation!"

"I didn't think of that." Scott whispered.

"Get her to think of something else! ANYTHING else!" 

"Kiss her." Scott said

"What?" 

"She needs a distraction! GO AND KISS HER NOW!"

Was this actually happening? Scott was the jealous type so why was he letting Stiles kiss me? Maybe I had already died. Maybe this was all a hallucination. I saw Stiles eyes looking into mine as he leant in and pressed his lips to mine. He was hesitant at first but then started kissing me more roughly. I didn't kiss him back at first. My mind was flooded with the sweet taste of his lips and my pain began to decrease. 

I responded to his kiss. I knew it was wrong since Scott was watching but there was something about his lips that made me want to kiss him back. It wasn't like the fireworks and heat I felt with Scott. Stiles' kiss was soft and full of compassion. I wasn't in love with Stiles of course but I did love him. After today especially he was like my best friend besides Lydia. Although Stiles was a pretty good kisser it felt like I was kissing my brother. I always thought of him as Scott's brother so I got this really wierd feeling in my stomach. The pain was now a dull ache so I pulled away.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Oh.. uh.. yeah umm no problem." Stiles stuttered before backing away to let Scott crouch in front of me. 

He put his hands on my stomach taking away the little pain I had left as I sat up.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yes. I was reading a victim report and I lost it." My voice was still shaking.

"Sorry I really should have warned you about them. It even took my dad two days to read them all because it was really hard on him." Stiles told me.

"Let Stiles and I look okay? Don't worry about helping." Scott said just before he carried me bridal style to the bed. It felt weird to be in Stiles' bed but after Scott tucked me in I couldn't resist the temptation of sleep. I fell asleep to the sound of paper shuffling and silence from the two. I'm guessing Scott wasn't very eager to talk right now with Stiles. I curled up and for the first time in a long time fell peacefully asleep.