This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 42

I felt as if I were whole again. As if the imaginary rope that tied us together was finally loose to where I could breath again. Just being in his arms made all the stress and anguish from my body completely evaporate.

"I missed you.", he mumbles into my hair.

I simply nod my head head in agreement.

"Ok that's enough. You've been away from each other for like 7 hours not a year. Calm down.", I hear Erica say.

I turn to her and glare. "And yet every time I see you, you've always got that leash Boyd has around your neck, mutt.", I barked at her.

She gaped at me, my words catching her off guard. Than her eyes narrowed at me; her face growing red with anger and her eyes glowing a bright yellow. "I'll show you just how much of a mutt I am.", she growled at me.

She took at step towards me, but Boyd swiftly grabbed her by the waist. "Let me go!", she screamed at him, thrashing viciously, her arms and legs flailing as her fangs at claws grew dominate. Boyd bends down to her ear and whispers something into it. She immediately stop her actions, her fangs and claws slowly retreating back into her. She gives me one last glare before turning to Boyd and nuzzling into him. He smiles down at her and places kiss on top of her head.

The sight warmes me, even though it was still Erica. You can really see how much they love and need each other. How the two are actually one. I look up at Stiles, wondering if maybe he and I could one day be exactly like that.

"Wow. You're a little feisty. What's gotten into you?", he asks me.

"Nothing. I just- I guess being away from you makes me a bit on edge, but I really missed you." I state. He smiles widely at me. His eyes brighter and more alive than the broken ones I had seen as I rode away on Isaac's bike. This is how I always want to see him.

"I missed you too.", he repeated for the second time. I watched as he began to lean into me, the desperation clear in his eyes. I stretched on my tiptoes to meet him halfway, but I was suddenly jerked back by my arm right when I could feel the heat radiating off his lips.

"Hey!", I scream. I turned to see it was Derek of all people pulling me away from my kiss.

"We don't have time for that.", he growled at me as he squeezed what could have been the life out of my arm with an iron grip. I could actually feel the blood flow stopping as my arm began to numb.

"You're hurting me.", I whimpered.

"Am I?", he said increasing the pressure on my arm. The pain was getting excruciatingly painful now to the point where I can actually feel my eyes prickle with tears. I cannot deal with physical pain and this feels like I'm actually dying. It feels like my arm is actually going to fall off.

"Derek stop! You're hurting her!", Stiles yells at him, but he completely ignores him and adds more strength to his grip. I fall to my knees, now bawling, the pain to much to bare.

"Derek, stop it!", I hear my sister's voice scream. I turn and see her, fear and anger spread across her face. It reminded me of when she actually cared about me. When I thought she cared about me.

She runs to us, grabbing a hold of Derek's arm. Derek's grip tightens and I can feel it on my bone now.

"Why are you doing this?! Stop it! ", I plead to him, but he only smirks at me. I look around to everyone around us, begging them with my eyes to help me, but they all just stare at me. Not even Isaac does a thing, but I can I see it in his eyes that it's killing him to see me like this.

"Derek dammit, let go of her!", Lydia screams as she continues to tug at Derek's arm.

"Get off!", Derek barks at her and wiggles her off, knocking her down.