Stiles Stilinski Imagines

DON'T FORGET ME (PART ELEVEN)

"Please just let her go, it's me you're angry with." Lydia begged as she watched him drag you towards the door by your hair.

"No Lydia, you brought this on yourselves." He hissed ad she let out a sob. "Taking it out on the two of you would be to easy so we're going to find someone even better."

"Stop it!" She screamed at him and he chuckled pointing to the white dust he'd scattered around the floor.

"We'll be back before that wears off, can't have an angry Banshee on the loose." With that he tugged you out of the building and towards his car.

"I'm sure Mom's really sorry." You whispered and he let out a dark chuckle.

"No, she isn't and she never will be." He snapped and glanced at you. "You really have no idea."

"I... I don't know what you mean." You whimpered and he chuckled, pulling off the side lane that led to Grampa Stilinski's house.

"Come on now, we have something to do." He tugged you out of his side of the car, not giving you the chance to escape.

All the way down the lane you had the gun pressed into your back and when the pack saw you they started to hurry over.

"Stop that's close enough, where's Stilinski?" He barked and Stiles hurried outside despite Scott trying to stop him.

"Let her go!" Stiles almost roared and glowered at your father.

"I will but after one little favour, she's going to shot her Dad." He drawled and you frowned utterly confused.

"You want me to shoot you?" You asked and he slapped the back of your head.

"No, you idiotic child I want you to shoot Stiles your father." He huffed and forced you to hold the gun.

"Stiles isn't my Dad and I won't shoot him!" You snapped and he sighed.

"You are aware that I have left your Banshee mother in a room of powder that slowly poisons her kind?" He drawled. "The sooner you shoot him the sooner we can go and get her."

"I WON'T!" You shrieked and he pointed the gun, moving your fingers to pull the trigger as you tried to jerk away.

Stiles slumped to the floor and you screamed, Scott was starting towards you but you were already being pulled away.

"(Y/N) It's ok, we're coming for you." Scott called as he lost sight of you.

"(Y/N)?" Lydia croaked as you were allowed to help her to her feet and take her outside.

"I'm so sorry." You whimpered and hid your head in her neck as you sobbed.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" she asked franticly and you took in a deep breath.

"I shot... he made me shoot... Stiles." You spluttered through sobs and her eyes widened as tears dribbled down her cheeks.

"You didn't have a choice." You whispered and stroked your hair as you clung to her sides. "When I'm strong enough we're going to run, you don't look or come back for me do you understand." She whispered and you shook your head I silent refusal.

"I don't want to, what if I lose you." You whimpered and she sighed.

"(Y/N) right now you are the only thing that's important to me and I'm going to get you out of her." She smiled when you looked up at her, the kind of smile that doesn't sit right on your face, or meet your eyes.

"Stiles come on!" Scott called and Stiles flinched as he slowly opened his eyes. "How do you feel?"

"Like the mother of my child's crazy ex just forced said child to shoot me, why am I supposed to be up doing the cancan?" He groaned and Mellissa chuckled.

"Well if she hadn't pulled the gun it would have been... worse, you have a wound on your arm that will need dressing every day and also I will need to check on the stitches, your ribs are fractured but not badly enough to hurt with the help of these." Melissa handed him a bottle of pills and signed him out.

"How long was I down?" Stiles granted and flinched when he moved his are and pain shot through him.

"A few hours, we found where they are but we can't get in." Scott sighed and Stiles nodded.

"Guy's freaky good at magic." Was all he offered and Scott hummed.

"I'd take you to your Dad's but you'd just end up following me so I may as well take you to where they are." Scott mumbled and Stiles nodded.

"Yeah you better because if you try and save them without me I'll kick your little werewolf ass." Stiles grumbled and Scott let out a low chuckled as he started up the van and drove Stiles to where the pack was waiting.

A short sharp scream stopped Stiles from answering the packs concerned questions and before he could be stopped he grabbed the bat that was lent against the back of Kira's car and hurtled inside.

He found you running towards him, unable to kick the adrenaline that was coursing through you, so you collided with him, staring up in amazement.

"I didn't kill you!" You yelped and he shook his head.

"No Kiddo just a graze... where's your Mom?" He asked and you glanced over your shoulder.

"She headbutted him in the face and told me to run." You whispered and he went to hurry inside.

"See the marks painted on the windows, I think they're keeping Scott out, can you help me break them?" He asked and you nodded, grabbing a broken piece of the building which you threw angrily at the nearest window.

The sign on it flashed and stopped glowing, together you made quick work and soon Scott had pushed through.

"Keep going Malia's almost through the barrier to, I'll go help Lydia." Scott called and the two of you nodded as you carried on.

"Wait Stiles not that one!" You yelped and he spotted one on a pillar near the door and swung at it.

The mark sparked and seemed to engulf the entire doorway with flames almost instantly and you both had to take a step back when the wave of heat hit you.

"We need a new way out... help me smash the metal out of this window and we'll see how far down it is." Stiles muttered and hurried you to the window further away from the fire.

"We can't jump that and there's no other door out." You whispered to him and he reached out to rub your shoulder.

"We'll be fine kiddo." He promised and you let out a slow sighed.