Starving (A Teen Wolf fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve

I tie my hair up in a bun trying not to get it wet. After five minutes of rinsing off, I get out putting my bra and underwear back on. I let my hair out fixing up anything that may of looked out of place. I put my towel up over the shower before walking back to Derek. He was laying there in only trunks but this time they were grey trunks indicating he had changed. He looks up from his laptop watching as I walked over.

"What's the time?" I ask him not knowing where I had put my phone.

"Um... Almost seven" He replies. I nod as I take a seat next to him. My arm wrap around his left one as I lean my head on his shoulder. He flicks through pages of writing causing me wonder what it was. It looked as though it was in another language. My eyes begin to burn, staring at the bright screen causing me to close them. As I left them closed, I grew tired feeling myself slowly slide down until I was on his chest. My left arm slips around his torso, bringing me closer to him until I was hugging him. His left arm frees itself allowing me to get closer to him. My legs entwine with his before hearing him sigh.

"Marzia" He says my name but I ignore him. I continue to listen to his heat beat before it was interrupted with his voice, calling my name. I ignore him again not moving from my position.

"I know you're not asleep" He mutters. I smile kissing his chest before going back to sleep. I hear him close his laptop, moving it off of him causing his whole body to move. I pout until finally he was back to his original position. His left arm grabs my body, pulling me up as he moves down into a more lying position until returning me back to where I was. His left hand plays with my hair as his right hand grabs my left hand, holding it and rubbing his thumb over my skin. His breathing slow and his heart beat loudly beating away. I know I should go back to Darcy but I was so comfortable.

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My eyes flutter open as I try to see where I am. I look down to see Derek's leg between mine as his right arm drooped down over my body. His chest rises and falls against my back somewhat calming me. The sun shines through the window behind me giving light into the room. I was able to see my bag near the front door and my clothes on the floor. My right hand grabs Derek's hand, bringing it up to my lips where I kiss him softly. I untangle myself allowing me to turn back around to him so my head rested under his. I get a sudden shock feeling him suddenly grab me and pull me in close to him. My fingers lightly press over his chest as I make little drawings on his skin. He groans softly towards me squeezing me tightly. I close my eyes again allowing myself to sleep for a little longer.

The next thing I knew I was back at my house but something seemed different. Something smashes into the wall behind me just missing my head. I look over to see my father standing there angry and drunk.

"Why are you even living?!" He yells at me as my mother comes up behind him, crying her eyes out.

"Leave her alone!" She cries to him.

"You're an accident! Both of you are!" He shouts loudly as my brother walks into the room. But he wasn't his normal self. He was back at the age of innocent six. I look up at him before looking back at Scott.

"Run" I tell Scott which angers our father. Scott takes up off the stairs and my father walks to me angrily.

"You little fucking shit" He grabs my throat, slamming me into the door behind me.

"Let her go now!" My mother hits his back but that didn't stop his hand from squeezing my throat every second. My hands try to pull his hand away and my legs kick and he lifts me off the ground.

"Marzia" He growls my name as his eyes burn into me, watching me slowly run out of air.

"Marzia" He says again as my body begins to shake.

"Marzia!" My eyes shoot open and I gasp in as much air as I could. I shuffle back until I couldn't go any further.

"It's okay it was just a dream" Derek comes into view. I look around before looking at him. He seemed worried and confused.

"Are you okay?" He asks as my heart slows down. I nod in response wiping my forehead. I lie down staring up the ceiling.

"My father" I say as he stares at me.

"He was a drunk and one night it got out of control... Even though it was ten years ago, I still find myself thinking about it" I explain having my fingers fiddle with one another. Derek remains quiet as I stand to my feet, picking up my skirt and shirt, pulling them over me until I was dressed.

"I think I should go" I say quietly putting my shoes on and walking towards the door ready to grab my bag. I hear him fiddling with something before hearing his footsteps walk towards me. His hand grabs my wrist pulling me back before pressing his lips against mine. He pulls back looking into my brown eyes.

"I'll pick you up at eight on Saturday" He informs letting go of my wrist allowing me to leave.

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