World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

stupid is as stupid does

sorry this chapter has been really delayed but I've been faffing with the photo for this chapter but it's all fixed now ;))))

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By the time Liam had been lugged up the varnished stairs, his cries had turned to whimpers. Scott cradled him across his bed whilst his stomach was still spilling with blood. Scott's hand traced down to the edge of his shirt and he lifted it ever so carefully, to reveal the gash of several punctures to his skin.

"What, are we supposed to stay here till Melissa and that hyperactive-spaz get rid of them?" Brett was peering down the hall from the room, which ended at the top of the stairs.

"Why do you hate Stiles so much?" Scott said without removing his gaze from Liam.

"Why do you care?" Brett had done the same as Scott and did not hesitate to move from the corridor.

"Well, Stiles is in my pack for one. And so is Liam, and I know you care for him as much as I do." Scott was now resting his vision on Brett as he released his grasp from Liam's sticky shirt.

"I'm just being childish, that's all."

"C'mon, everyone knows that's not the real reason. Even you, Brett."

"It's just," he stepped back into the boundary of Scott's territory, and twisted his arms against themselves as he was embarrassed and uncomfortable. "I'm envious with the relationship you all have: you, Stiles, Lydia, Derek etc. And now Liam's involved with it. I've just never had the opportunity to get that close to someone, because I'm a werewolf. But you guys don't have to hide it."

"But you don't have to hide it as much anymore," he rose and walked to where the imposing teenager was standing and comforted him like his mother did before, "you have us."

A small smile formed on both their faces, but disappeared as Liam began groaning again. Scott rushed to his side to calm him down, but he became restless and tense as he was stroked on the forehead. "Shhh, Liam, you're okay - you're safe."

Liam's eyes flashed open and darted to his stomach; winced back in pain as he brushed his wounds. "Why aren't I healing?" Fear emitted from his eyes onto Scott, like his life was flashing before his eyes.

"I don't know, Liam, but I can help with the pain." His hand edged towards Liam's, and he grasped it tightly. The black fluid began pumping through his veins. He clenched his jaw to fight the immense agony he was inflicted with.

Liam snatched his hand away once he felt the pain ceasing to exist in him. "No, I should suffer, after what I did to Michael and Adam..."

"We don't know if you did," Brett reassured him, "someone could be messing with you." He backed away towards to door again and poked his head out into the open. "I think I'll go and check on Stiles and Melissa - I've got a funny feeling." Scott chuckled to himself - Brett had never said Stiles' name seriously, as it had always been sarky. "What?" Brett questioned.

"Nothing," he lied, "just go."

Brett crept down the hall; sliding against the wall like he was in a spy movie. He was about to look round the corner at the top of the banister, and heard the voice of one of the men. "Just make it easier on everyone and tell us the truth, otherwise things might start getting messy."

"Was that a threat?" That sounded like Stiles, Brett thought, "because, as I said, my dad's the Sheriff and he can get you arrested with the click of my fingers - Mr's not so FBI." Definitely Stiles.

"And you're sure no one else is in the house," it was another of the men that spoke, with a harder voice.

"Yeah--" But it was too late as Melissa spoke. Brett had eased his eyes round the wall and came in vision of the visitor who last spoke, acknowledging his presence.