Cages// Teen Wolf AU

Chapter Three

I rubbed my eyes as my alarm went off, a groan leaving my lips as I pushed the blankets off of my body. Climbing out of bed was probably the worst decision I had made, my body screaming to go back to bed in hopes to make up for the terrible sleep I had gotten the previous night. But then again, who could blame me, I had a terrible night. If it wasn't for Derek, I wasn't sure where I'd be right now. I shivered at the thought. 

As my mind stemmed all of the terrible things that could have possibly happened to me, my feet carried me to the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. I closed my eyes, as I heard the coffee maker begin to brew the pot of coffee, trying to silence all my thoughts and clear my head. As I slowly opened my eyes I sighed and walked back into my bedroom, grabbing my phone. I had totally forgot to tell Stiles that I was home, and I knew he would worry, though I had told him he had no reason to be. My words from last night ringing in my head, I had no idea how wrong I was. 

My fingers skimmed over my phone, unlocking it instantly recieving a notification that I had eleven missed messages, ten of which were in fact from Stiles. The other one, I had no idea who it was from, the number was blocked. I quickly text Stiles back making up some lame excuse about how I had almost fallen asleep on the subway and crashed the second I had made it into the door of our apartment. When I had finished that I clicked on the message from the person that I didn't know. 

Stay away from him. 

My eyebrows knitted together as I read the message once, twice, three times wondering who they had been talking about. Stiles? Scott? Isaac?  Maybe they had the wrong number, yeah, that had to be it. Why would anyone want me to stay away from those three boys, they were totally harmless. I mean I remember countless times where I had hit Stiles and he cowered away, mock pain etching his features. I shook my head looking at the clock on the wall, before deciding to go to the bathroom and take a shower. Thankfully Stiles wasn't home so I could run to the bathroom quickly, stripping from my clothes without the worry that he would come barging in.

I turned the water on, putting my phone down as I climbed in. I gasped as the entirely too hot water touched my skin. Almost falling down as I jumped to get away from the burning water. I quickly adjusted the tempature, hoping to be as quick as I could in the shower, knowing that this wasn't at all planned in my morning schedule. 

When I was finally done, I ran out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body and walking to my room. I opened one of my dresser drawers grabbing one of the first things I could get my hands on. I dressed quickly before walking back out and turning the news on. I made my way to the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee and heading back into the bathroom. I cleaned up my clothes throwing them into a basket we had in there which was a mix between mine and Stiles clothing, well, and the occasional Scott. I brushed my hair, deciding to add gel to my hair, giving it a light curl before applying my make up and walking back out to the kitchen and finally drinking a bit of my coffee. 

I find myself repeatedly glancing behind my shoulders as I walk out of the comforts of my apartment and out into the city. I wasn't exactly shaken up after the incident had happened, my body pumping with adrenaline. But the moment I had gotten off of the subway I began to cry, running off of the train and into the direction of my house. I didn't care if anyone had looked at me like I was crazy, I just wanted to get home. But now that I was out again, alone much to my displeasure, I felt unsafe. And I hated that, the feeling of vulnerablity. I wasn't weak, I wouldn't allow myself to be. 

As I ran down the cement steps I felt my stomach knot. I wasn't sure what I was afraid of, I had a bit of a strong feeling that those men were not going to come back, they were afraid of Derek, hell I was afraid of Derek. Not that I would ever allow him to know such information. But there was something about the way they acted that told me they were more than people who knew each other, yet they way they talked they seemed nothing like friends.