Insidious ✖ Theo Raeken

s i x t e e n

I sat on the stairs in my own home waiting for Theo to show up, knowing that he will sooner or later; he had to gloat. I didn't want to see his face again, but at the same time I did, so, not really knowing how to react to the facts that my brother hates me and my Alpha feels sorry for me, I just sat there, content with my position.

The door was opened, indicating an open invitation for Theo. He would understand it once he showed up. Stiles and Scott are upstairs, hiding behind a wall, ready to eavesdrop. Stiles wanted to confront Theo along with me, but no matter his beliefs Scott and I convinced him otherwise – there are some things Theo wouldn't say if my brother was around, and we wouldn't want that.

After a few more minutes, a shadow was cast upon me by someone standing in the doorway. I didn't even need to guess who that was before I lifted my head and settled my round inky eyes on him. He was staring at the barrier of mountain ash on the floor in front of him with a mock reflecting on his features before he simply stepped forwards, victorious smirk crooking itself on his lips as he looked down on me.

I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to show him that I'm nervous. "At least I tried."

He scoffed, still bearing his leering gaze on me. "You seem to be in a good mood. I wonder why."

"Shut the fuck up." I spat out while looking him directly in the eyes, showing that I'm disgusted by the fact that we slept together. At least I wanted him to think that I am...

His laugh ringed through the room, making shivers tickle my body. His hand then traveled to his back jeans pocket before he drew out my phone which I dropped at his house. He waved it in front of me before tossing it back to me.

"You dropped it." He noted yet I didn't answer, perfectly knowing that I did. "I guess there's no need to lie anymore." He mused, slightly cocking his head to the side.

I tossed him a ripped and bloody shirt of Scott's, making tear droplets appear in the corners of my eyes. I didn't need to try hard, because there's enough angst involving recent events... "You killed Scott. My Alpha. My protector." I let the odium slur from my mouth as convincingly as possible. Again, I didn't need to act much.

"Let's be honest, Silvie. You and I both know that he knew about Donovan."

Well, he sure is forward. I hope that Stiles won't come crashing down the stairs and pull another hatred driven stunt on me. I surely didn't expect Theo to bring that up, but what can I do now?

"Y-You told him?" I muttered an honest reaction.

"Yeah, I did. But it doesn't matter now, does it? He's dead."

I gulped down, temporarily drifting off my mind, thinking about what Scott thinks of me now that he's sure that I ended Donovan's life. That explains his strange stare at me while at the school.

I gulped once again watching him. He stood there with an arrogant yet alarmed posture and kept glancing somewhere behind and up me, as if sensing Scott's presence.

"Are you going to let my father die?" I asked with a small, sad and sarcastic grin on my face, hoping to dismiss the Donovan topic.

He scoffed again, out of irritation this time. "If I wanted him to die, I wouldn't have told Stiles where to find him."

"Yeah, you told him a lot of things."

He understood what was I referring to and I watched as smirk once again stretched on his lips. "I needed to agitate him somehow. In fact, I did, because he beat the shit out of me." He snickered in his reminiscence.

"If you're implying you didn't want my dad to die, why do they say his body is shutting down?" I stood up and attempted to ride his emotional rollercoaster, though I wasn't sure he even had one. "That some toxin's poisoning him and they don't know how to stop it."