Mystique ↠ Liam Dunbar (UNDER REVISION)

16

I screamed and ran as the man lunged at me. My feet pushed me as hard as they could, running up my stairs. I tried thinking of ways to slow him down. There were pictures of my mother and I lined up against the wall. I yanked a few from the wall and aimlessly threw them behind me. I heard the man yelp in pain as one of the picture frames hit him.

I reached the top of the stairs and ran towards my mother's room. Grabbing the doorknob, I looked back to see the man reach the top of the stairs, eyes wide full of rage. When he saw me, he smirked and began running towards me. I shut the door and locked it. As soon as I turned around, I ran towards my mother's bureau and pushed it towards the door. Loud bangs came from the door as the man tried to force himself in. The bureau pushed against the door as the banging stopped. I tried to slow my nervous breathing as I listened for any noise from outside. Sweat dripped down my forehead, the anticipation of waiting for something to happen seemingly slowing down time.

Suddenly, the man's weapon smashed through the door. I screamed as I fell to the floor. Wood chippings began flying past me as he continued to smash the door to bits and pieces. Quickly getting up, I ran towards my mother's window. Sliding it open, the bureau dragged across the floor. The man was almost in the room which meant I was almost dead.

I sat on the window sill and looked down. A portion of the roof was under the window, making it much easier for me to reach the ground. When I reached the bottom, I looked up to see the man looking at me from the window. Fear took over as I turned and ran down the street, my footsteps sounding like a thousand roars in the night sky.

It seemed like I was being chased for ages. My legs were on fire and the pain was becoming unbearable. I could hear the man still chasing me. I knew he was slowly gaining on me because of how tired I was. If he caught up to me, I was surely going to die. Not knowing where to go or what to do, I began screaming, hoping that he would hear me.

"Scott! Help me please!" I screamed aloud.

"He won't save you!" I heard the man yell. "It's too late to call your friend. He won't hear you from this far!"

Then, as if by some miracle of a higher power, I heard a familiar growl. My legs gave way as I fell to the ground. Turning around, I saw those piercing red eyes coming from the dark. Scott jumped from the shadows and began running towards the man. He gripped his weapons and charged at Scott. They began exchanging blows. Scott grabbed the man and clotheslined him. The man fell to the ground with a hard thud. Scott grabbed him by his throat and slammed him back on the ground, knocking him out. He turned and looked at me.

"Stella, are you okay?" He ran to me and picked me up from the ground.

"I'm shaken up but I'm fine. Did you hear me calling you?"

"I heard your screaming. Lydia told me she had a bad feeling something was going to happen to you. I came as fast as I could."

My legs trembled as I stumbled to the ground. Scott held me close, telling me to relax. My chest inhaled and exhaled slowly as I looked towards my attacker. His body stayed unmoving on the concrete ground. Scott laid his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a hug.

"He's not going to hurt you don't worry."

We called the police after. Scott dragged the man to the sidewalk and we sat there until they arrived. Sirens filled the sky and people began coming out of their homes, curious as to what was so important that their sleep was disturbed. Sheriff Stilinski questioned me about what happened. Scott stood next to me the entire time. When my mother came on the scene, she was frantic to say the least. She kept asking Sheriff Stilinski how it happened and that she wanted to see the man who did it so she could punch him in the face.

"We're going to have to invest in a guard dog or something. How could some man hurt a teenage girl like that? It's despicable and disgusting." My mother furiously said as Sheriff Stilinski tried to calm her down.

"I understand your frustration. He's not going to be able to hurt anybody," he said to her. He turned to me and said, "Stella, go home and get some rest." I nodded my head and thanked him as my mother walked me to her car.

"Can you explain to me how this happened?" My mother's tone was very tense. "And how did you get involved?"

I recounted the ordeal from beginning to end, my mother listening, her lips pressed together in silence.

". . . Scott was in the neighborhood going for a jog and he heard me screaming," I lied.

Scott shot a look at me before saying, "Yes. I was jogging. You know how Lacrosse is, gotta stay fit even in the middle of the night." She eyed him suspiciously before turning around and entering her car. I thanked Scott and told him I would see him tomorrow. Entering my mom's car, I stared out of the rear-view mirror, watching Scott stare back at me as he stood in the middle of the road. We stared at each other until my mother turned the corner and sped down the block.

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I went on a mini hiatus that lasted longer than I had intended it to. College is super stressful but it's pretty cool. I'm back and I've been missing Teen Wolf! I heard it's been so good. Shame it's ending very soon. Happy reading!