On Your Side [Teen Wolf Fan Fiction]

Chapitre Cinq

Chapitre Cinq

Darla’s POV

I walk quickly, quietly, and pissed. I was only home five seconds before Danny came running to me, all huffy and shrieking for money. Then it only took me twenty seconds to rush through the front door, ignoring the calls of my parents’, and find myself running down the street. Five minutes later, my feet ache from running in flat shoes, my hair stuck to the sweat on my forehead, my bad knee throbbed from not stretching, and to make it worse, my phone has been going off nonstop the entire time.

Sometimes, when everything comes barging at me when I’m not necessarily expecting it, I find myself running. I’m not entirely sure if I run from my problems or I run to clear my problems up. Either way, it explains why I’m standing in the middle of a road in town. Most of my running trips are caused by Danny or stress, but mostly Danny.

 Then as if the universe hated me for some reason today, which I have plenty of reasons to back myself up on that, it begins to downpour, along with thundering. I pull my jacket’s hood over my dark, greasy, crunched curls attempting to block the cold rain from cascading down my back. I know I need to go home, considering it’s dark, but I doubt I can run through this weather without getting killed.

So, like myself, I look around the street I stand in the middle of and notice a glass door lit up. Not remembering what the store was, but having thunder breathing down my neck makes me kill all doubts and run down the street again. Once I reach the door I’m slightly panicked at the sign that reads CLOSED right beneath the bold lettering BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC.

I try pushing and pulling on the door, but it’s clearly locked and because I’m slightly afraid of storms I begin to bang on the door like a lunatic. Finally realizing no one is in the clinic this late at night I knock three more times before turning and adjusting my hood. The sound of thunder in the distant makes my hands shake lightly from the thumping of my heart.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind me makes me scream in fright and flail my arms wildly, trying to hit anything and everything. I turn around quickly, but don’t settle down till the familiar voice reaches my ears.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright!” I feel his strong arms grab ahold of my own and practically drag me into the warmer building, wrapping their arms around me so I won’t hit anything. Not actually knowing my eyes are squeezex shut till I open them and look at the curly head, dark eyed boy in front of me I breathe a sigh of relief. Unconsciously I let my body relax into Scott’s strong embrace and look up at him. “Darla?” He gives me a befuddled look.

“I-I’m, um, sorry.” I give him a small smile; partially to reassure Scoot, but mostly to calm myself. I feel Scott’s arms loosen and I back away from him, pulling my arms tighter around my own body for warmth. The rain from outside pushes on the open door and it finally closes with a bang. Involuntary, I shake from the thunder.

“Oh, I-I have a shirt in my bag,” Scott offers quickly, pointing to the exam room and staring at my arms wrapped tightly around me.

“Oh, Scott, it’s…” My response falls on deaf ears as Scott rushes to the exam room, grabbing ahold of my wrist to pull me along behind him.

            We step into a perfect rectangular room where in the center an exam table sits with nothing on it but Scott’s bag. Around the room posters with funny pet quotes and responsibility reminders blend in with the brick walls and cabinets. Inside the glass drawers I can see vials and sterilized syringes in perfect order. Scott let’s go of my hand and digs in his book bag till he pulls out a long sleeved shirt.