The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

Finally over, I think..

I do not own Teen Wolf-

Chapter Thirty One.

*Samantha's POV*

I lay on the floor expecting the worse to happen when Matt came back through the door. He had walked into a different room and left me alone and paralyzed on the floor. I knew that there was someone else here because I heard someone yell my name before I had hit the floor and call me crazy, but it sounded like Stiles. Laying here I realized how badly I didn't want to die, there was so many things I didn't do and so many people I wouldn't get to say goodbye to.

I looked up at the ceiling and began to count the number of tiles that lay above me. Why did I have to say no to Matt when he asked me to the dance because if I didn't that I might not be here in this situation right now. What I really did understand, come to think of it, is why the kanima didn't attack Matt when we walked in. Instead it scratched the back of my neck and slithered off with Matt, why the hell did he get to be best buds with the creature from hell? Suddenly Stiles came flying at me and slid across the floor, stopping just before he was inches away from my face. He rested his soft hand on my cheek and looked at me apologetically.

"Oh no you don't." Matt pushed Stiles away with a kick to the stomach.

I let out a soft shriek and wanted to start crying, why was he doing this? If only I would have listened to Stiles about getting out of Matt's house earlier. I tried to close my eyes and just ignore it but I could hear Matt drive his foot into Stiles' side again.

"Stiles, I loved that name you came up with in lunch today." he snickered at Stiles, "Tell me what was it again, Weirdo McGee," he sent his foot into Stiles' stomach again, "no that's not right, freaky McGee?" again he sent his foot deep into Stiles' stomach, "No, that's not witty enough for you is it?" again his foot plunged into Stiles' side.

I felt myself crying but I could find no words to speak, I was choking up and now really wasn't the best time to be doing so. Maybe if I could just say something, anything it would make him stop. He looked at me with a smirk on his face and then kicked Stiles' once more.

"Stiles, tell me again what it was?" he looked back to Stiles.

Stiles weakily pushed himself up and spit blood out onto the floor and looked up at Matt, "Creeps McGee." he said through his teeth, still as cocky as ever.

"That's funny," Matt threw his head back and laughed, "Samantha don't you think that's funny?"

"Matt, stop." I looked at him, "If you're mad at me then be mad at me, do not take this out on Stiles! He's done nothing to you!"

"I am being mad at you, because hurting Stiles hurts you just as much as it hurts him." he looked at me wickedly, "So I am taking this out on you."

"Does this make you feel bigger or better because you're doing this?" he looked away from me, "Taking advantage of someone that you know would never hurt you back, Matt you are doing this because you are sick. Is this what you do in your spare time?! What is wrong with you?" I softned my voice.

He kicked Stiles one more time and then walked out of the room. Stiles inched over so he was closer to me and then he forced a smile on his face, I felt horrible. He brushed away the tears that were falling with his thumb.

"Stiles what is going on?" I began to sob.

"The kanima, is being controlled and that's why I wanted you to get out of there." he smiled sympathetically.

"And the one who's controlling it is Matt?" I asked.

He slowly nodded his head and I sighed.

"I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you." I furrowed my eyebrows together.