Unfaithful

Chapter 5: An Explanation

Scott’s POV

Hearing the line go dead, I look at the phone in disbelief. “He hung up on me,” I mutter to myself. Getting off my bed, I quickly put my clothes on. I walk downstairs out the door and jump on my bike. As I ride down the empty streets thoughts fill my mind. Nervousness creeps upon me as the phone conversation replays in my head. Me demanding answers. Derek responds with an empty tone in his voice. Acting on impulse, I threaten him before catching myself. The rumble of a deep feral growl fills the air causing my phone to vibrate. Oh God. Am I really doing this? I can’t believe I let that shit come out of my mouth. Damn it. He’s going to kill me. How stupid can I be?

Realizing my mistake a groan escapes my mouth as I hit my hand against the handle bar, “I’ve done fucked up now.” He’s going to kill me. Or worse, he’ll kill Stiles. Oh God. What am I going to do? I don’t want to fight him. I just want answers. I want to know what’s going on with me. I just want to be normal but that isn’t going to happen. Stupid, I shouldn’t threaten him. I need his help. He’s the only one that knows what’s going on. Taking a calming breath, I focus on the task at hand. Okay. Think, Scott, think.

Suddenly, images of my body straddling Derek’s in the shower cross my mind. Smelling his intoxicating scent causes me to lean forward. My lips timidly graze his. Shaking my head angrily, I mentally slap myself to stop the images from going further. What the fuck is wrong with me? “No, what the fuck did Derek do to me,” I blurt out as anger consumes me. My vision becomes sharper as I start seeing my surroundings in a red hue. Suddenly, warm liquid fills my mouth as my canines extend. Swallowing, my head starts spinning as my predatory senses heighten. I jerk back in shock as I hear a deadly growl only to realize it’s my own. Shit. This can’t happen here. Anger along with fear fuel me causing me to peddle faster.

As I reach the old burnt house, anger courses through me as thoughts whirl around my mind. Getting off my bike, I roughly push it onto the ground as adrenaline floods my veins. His scent fills my nostrils. “Derek, I know you’re here,” I shout out as I walk up the porch steps. Knocking on the old door, my eyes start wandering around my surroundings as I start calming down. Silence greets me. Panic starts to rise along with an intense feeling of flight. Why is he taking so long? Standing there, the feeling of flight rises to an uncomfortable level. Hair rises on the back of my neck as I shift from one foot to another. A twig snaps causing my head to snap towards the sound.

Looking to my right, I see a fox stalking a rabbit. The rabbit freezes as it sniffs the air for any dangers. The fox quietly crouches behind the rabbit making sure to remain downwind. Poor rabbit, it has no clue that a predator is only a few feet away. As I watch the seen unfold in front of me, goose bumps start forming on my skin as an uneasy feeling settles upon me. Suddenly, the fox lunges for the rabbit in one swift movement. As the fox sinks its teeth into the rabbit’s neck a sick realization hits me. Oh my G-, I-I’m the pr-prey an-and Derek’s the pr-predator here. This is a bad idea a small voice whispers inside my mind as the front door, suddenly, opens revealing the burnt remains of the front room. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, Derek takes a step forward cautiously eyeing me with a scowl on his features. Oh God, he looks pissed. Yup, he’s going to kill me. Taking a deep breath, I briefly close my eyes trying to calm myself.

“We need to talk,” I push out as confidently as possible, though, my voice is shaky. My confidence slowly crumbles as he sizes me up. I look anywhere but his eyes. Though he isn’t an Alpha, I am careful not to challenge him. “So talk,” he curtly replies. Taken back from his voice and the fact that my face isn’t on the ground, I hesitate, trying to find the right words, before responding. “Can we at least go inside to talk,” I ask him, my voice cracks at the end. Glancing at him while waiting for his response, his scowl deepens. “No. This isn’t a social call. You said we need to talk. So talk,” his voice fills with agitation as he stares into my eyes. Swallowing the lump that is forming in my throat, I open my mouth only to close it. He inhales a deep breath as his patience starts to fade. “Well,” he asks, frustration seeping through his voice. Running my hand through my hair, unsure of how to start, I open my mouth again only to close it once more. Great, now I look like a damn fish. God, I’m so stupid. I scold myself mentally. Starting to pace, nervously, I shakily inhale a deep breath causing his scent to fill my nostrils. “Um…Well…You see…” I stammer out. God, I sound so pathetic.