Slightly Amazing (Slightly series---Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE---The Fox and the Wolf

Still in Eichen, I exhaled as I sat at a table alone outside, looking down at the tray of food, remembering what Dad had gone through to try to get me out.

Which didn't work, obviously, if I was still here.

Dad was so pissed, trying to get me out when they told him not yet, not until they were sure I was better.

They could even ban him off the grounds until I was sent home legally.

All of that passed through my head when someone sat across from me at the table.

I looked up at Oliver's smiling face.

"Get lost or go to hell," I told him, starting to stand.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist. "I'm sorry about what I did. I don't remember most of it. It's kind of like a dream."

"Huh," I said with bitter, sarcastic curiosity. "Lucky you, 'cause I remember every second of you holding a drill close to my head in the basement to convince my fraternal twin brother to let in a psychotic, murderous fox."

Oliver sighed. "I'm sorry. I know I was under his control."

"I don't care, Oliver!" I whisper hissed. "Just stay the he'll away from me."

Snatching my wrist out of his hand, I stood and started to walk away as he followed me. "Stacie, I have to tell you something."

"No, you really don't." 

"Please. I need to tell you. He said something about you."

I turned to face him reluctantly, stressing, "Why?" He didn't answer. "Tell me exactly what he said and I'll handle it myself. I don't want you anywhere near me."

Oliver grabbed my arm as I tried to walk away. "You need my help." I slowly started to shake my head, pulling my arm away. "Please. Anything to make up for the other day."

"If you don't let go, I won't just tell you to go to hell. I'll send you there myself."

He let go right away, and as I turned around and started walking away, Oliver followed. "You're joking, right?"

"Do you really wanna test that theory?"

"No."

"Then no."

"Where are we going?"

I looked at him. "We're not going anywhere. Stay the hell away from me."

"You okay, Stacie? You look a little pale and tired and sick."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. "I don't want anything to do with this."

I started to turn around again when he he grabbed my arm. Again. "Wait."

As I turned back to him, I tilted my head with a thoughtful expression. "I know a way to get you to leave me alone."

I swung my right arm back, punching him, knocking him down, making him let me go, and Brunski ran toward me. "Stacie!"

Oliver chuckled as I looked down at him, Brunski running closer, like I had planned. He'd get me away from Oliver real quick, Oliver saying, "Wow. Clever."

Brunski grabbed either side of me, his arms wrapping around me, but I didn't struggle as he pulled me away.

He let two other orderlies pull me into the Quiet Room, and he followed us in. "Any idea of how someone knocked me out in the basement?"

"Nope," I lied. "I don't like basements." That part was true. When Gerard had kidnapped me and Stiles, he'd locked us in a basement with Erica and Boyd, where they had been electrocuted, and he had forced me to watch him beat Stiles to a bloody pulp. Then almost buried alive in a root cellar, A.K.A., Nemeton. Then the basement in this very building. Don't even get me started on that one. "Though, you'd think a big, bad orderly like yourself would be tougher than that."