This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 23

I have never felt so broken before in my life. The tears streaming down my face are like a never ending waterfall.

In the past thirty- six hours, I had been attack by wolves, told I have some supernatural power, killed and revived, boy issues, and to top it all off, I find out my sister almost killed me eight years ago and has been hiding it from me all this time, and all there is to comfort me is the boy whom she almost killed me over. There is nothing for me to do, but sit here in the cold and cry into the boys arms.

"Vanessa. Vanessa. Look at me.", I hear Stiles say in my ear. I look up into the beautiful brown eyes that I've known for what seems like forever. He looks down at me, not saying a word but just letting his eyes speak, telling me to stop my crying. Telling me to pick myself up and dust myself off.

I quickly removed myself from his grasp, wiping my probably red splotched face at the same time. I must look terrible. I'm a really ugly crier. I end up looking like a rotten tomato with a Niagara Falls dripping nose.

"You know,", Stiles says as he wipes the last tear from my face before I can reach it, "Even when you cry, you still manage to look beautiful." His words send a rush of warmth to my heart the almost mends it's painful ache. Almost.

I give him a small sniffly smile in attempt to cover my red cheeks. I will never understand how this boy can take me from my shattered pieces and instantly fix in a matter of seconds.

"Incredible.", I hear Deaton say from behind. I turn to him, and its what i see around him that shocks me.

Giant holes cover the ground, the once tall, strong trees now hang broken, branches hanging by twigs to stay on.

"What...what happened?", I gasped.

Everyone gives me a look as if I had said the dumbest thing in the world.

"You mean...you mean you don't remember?", Scott asks me. I shake my head no in reply.

"You almost fucking killed us, you stupid-", Erica started, but was quickly cut off by the deep glare by Boyd.

"The only thing I remember is that I was so angry and I kept screaming that I hate my-", I stopped my words before letting the rest out, glancing at my sister as I do. She quickly looks away from my gaze, tears welling up in her eyes. My heart aches for her, but she doesn't deserve my pity.

"Vanessa,", Allison said as she crouched to the ground beside me, "You- You floated up into the air. Your hands were shooting out these blots of what looked like lightning. Everything- I mean the air air the sky- was basically revolving around you. And your eyes...they were white. Like all white.", Allison tells me with a shaky voice.

"You know who she reminded me of?", Scott questioned.

"Jennifer.", Derek states.

"Who's Jen-", I started, but was quickly drowned out by Stiles' random burst of coughs. I looked at him questionably as he leaned down to my ear. "Don't talk about her.",he tells me firmly. The look he gives me tells me to not press on any further.

I feel a presence beside me and look up to see Deaton, looking as if he is examining me. "You are a powerful one.", he tells me.

"A powerful what?", I ask him questioningly.

"A Druid.", he states.

"What's a-", I start but he quickly cuts me off.

"We have time to explain all that tomorrow. Right now you need to go home and rest.", Deaton tells me.

"Go home?! No! She barely did anything! Ok she showed her 'true' powers, but she doesn't know how to control it! She almost killed all of us!", Derek barks.

"If she tries to use it again, we might not be able to bring her back and she could destroy everything. So she is going home to take a much needed rest.", Deaton said so coldly it sent shivers down my spine. Derek must have had the same effect because he quickly shut his mouth, turned around, and sulked to his car.

"Isaac, Boyd, Erica, let's go.", he said while sliding into his car.

"That boy.", Deaton chuckles to himself. "Well,", Deaton says turning to me, "I must get going before my ride leaves me. We will meet tomorrow. Same time, same place.", and with that he turns and strides over to Derek's car.

I feel Stiles' eyes on me and I turn to see a wide grin on his face.

"What?", I ask him.

"Same time.", he started.

"Same place.", I finish for him.

We share a small laugh, reminiscing in old yet new memories. He looks at me with eyes so deep and passionate, I'm almost lost in them.

A cough comes from my side. I look up to see Isaac staring down at me, at us. I realize that Stiles and I are still on the ground, intertwined with each other.

I jump from him, struggling to get up on my feet as I dust myself once I'm up.

"Umm, I just wanted to say bye before I leave.", Isaac says, looking everywhere except my eyes.

"Oh, well thank you.", I say with a small smile as I hear Stiles get up from behind me. I see Isaac's eyes move to Stiles and I can almost see the slightest glare shooting out of them, but what happens next surprises me. Isaac quickly takes a long step, and wraps me tightly in his arms.

"I'm not giving up on you.", he whispers low in my ear.

"What do you me-", I started but he swiftly lets me go and strides away to the Derek's car, leaving me speechless. I watch him climb into the car, smirking at me before his head disappears into the car, the car quickly speeding away leaving me, Allison, Scott, Stiles, and the vermin that was my sister.

"What did he say to you?", Stiles voices calls to me. I turn around to see his face scrunched up in a bit of anger. Should I tell him? My heart tells me I should, but my gut is telling me it's a bad idea and as a Martin, I know to go with my gut.

"Oh nothing. He just said he'll see me tomorrow or something like that.", I lie to him. His eyes brows push together, a new wave of irritation cascading down his face. He breaths deeply, letting it out slowly, then grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Come on. I'm taking you home.", he tells me. I smile at him, happy mainly that he didn't press on this Isaac thing that I don't even know what is exactly. He grins and me, and we begin our walk back to his jeep.