In This Together ▷ Stilinski

Chapter 21. Holding Your Breath

"DEREK!" I shouted as Stiles continued to slap him-- hard. He wasn't moving, and didn't appear to be waking up any time soon. I have no idea what Jennifer did to him, but it obviously isn't good. 

I'm trying my absolute best to keep the anxiety attack I feel coming on at bay, I really am-- so I struck Derek a few times myself, but he still wasn't moving.

Stiles clenched his hand into a fist as he went to punch him, but before he could Derek's hand shot up and he gripped Stiles' forearm. His eyes darted around the elevator, the constant flashing of the lights making it hard for his eyesight to adjust. 

"Where is she?" He asked breathlessly.

"Who? Jennifer? She left with my mom." I stated, the numbness I feel when speaking about it is good. If I can continue to feel this jaded towards the subject, then maybe I can get through these next couple of hours without breaking down and hallucinating again. 

Stiles nodded rapidly, "And if that isn't already a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion. So we have to get you out of here, the police are on their way right now."

We both struggled to pull Derek up, flashbacks of when we tried to keep him afloat in the swimming pool last year are in the forefront of my mind, but I push them back. I can't think about things like that right now.

"Whoa, wait-- where's Cora?" Derek asked quickly. 

"She's safe. Issac has her outside of the hospital in a car, I think it's the Argent's car-- I don't know, but she's okay and Peter is okay." I rambled out. It's not fair that his sister and uncle are safe while my mother and brother are both missing. Because of him.

Derek nodded as he pushed himself off the floor, "I'm gonna go find them."

"We'll stay here and keep the cops off of you for as long as we can." Stiles responded. Derek nodded once and then bolted out of the elevator. 

My head was spinning and I was grateful when I sat down in the cushioned chair of the waiting room. I buried my face in my hands as I tried to collect myself enough to speak to the police. I need to keep my ability at bay for as long as I possibly be can, and it seemed to work when I would focus on things that weren't living. Or on memories with people that I love. 

I'm still very much confused on what the hell Deucalion meant when he said that I should highly consider his offer. Does he honestly think that I want to be a wolf? I don't know if that had been a threat or if he is actually that deluded to where he thinks I want to be anything like him. 

The sound of police sirens and radios beeping soon filled the waiting room, and I knew that the police had arrived-- they were entirely too late to do any actual saving, but I can't really tell them that can I?

I looked up to see several member's of the FBI crowded around the door, "Just perfect." I muttered, the last thing I wanted to do was lie to the FBI.

Stiles sucked in a breath and I glanced at him oddly, he fixed his eyes on me quickly, "Kasey maybe you should--" I turned back around to see what he had been looking at, and that is when I caught sight of my father. 

His eyes locked on me and I knew he had seen me. I went completely still. Stiles instantly grabbed my hand and forced me to look at him, "Kasey, breathe." 

My dad strolled over to us and my heart stopped as he fixed his gaze on my boyfriend, Stiles shot him a disgusted look as his grip on my hand tightened. My father has never liked Stiles, or Stiles father. I could feel my blood boiling as he opened his mouth, "A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess, what a shocker."