Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Thirty-Four

"We can't take you to Cora right now, we have to go to Derek and tell him everything that's happening." Scott said, setting me into the back of the Jeep after saying a shirt goodbye to Lydia. "He deserves to know since she's been hanging out with him."

My eyes widened, "What?!" I leaned forward, trying to push away the dizziness and hear what Stiles and Scott had to say.

"Uhm, we didn't wanna have to tell you, but apparently him and Mrs. Blake have been rolling around in the sheets together." Stiles shook the back of his neck as he turned away from me.

"Oh." I mumbled, not feeling anything for a second then feeling everything at once. Anger and heartache passed through my chest along with hatred. But not hatred in Derek, hatred in myself for not noticing or for not being enough.

"Hallie?" Scott's voice brought me back. I un-clenched my fists, letting the blood dry up from the self-inflicted marks on my palms.

"I hate how I can't feel my own physical pain, but I can feel all the mental pain." I sobbed, clutching my hand onto my wrist, trying to feel something, but coming up empty handed when Scott grabbed my hand.

"Hal, sis, he's not worth it." Scott said, grasping my hand with his. I nodded, wiping away the fresh tears. We pulled up to his penthouse and I wiped the blood on the inside of my jacket, hoping he won't notice it before he smells it.

I climbed out of Jeep and held onto Scott for support as another wave of pain and dizziness hit me like a train wreck. I started sweating and I knew it was from Cora instantly. I suddenly hunched over and heaved up black and white chunky liquids.

"Mistletoe." Scott mumbled before we started climbing the stairs. Well, Stiles and Scott were climbing, I was in Scott's arms. My vision was going whacky as Stiles opened the door.

"I can stand." I mumbled, pushing out of Scott's arms. He set me down and held me up a few seconds before letting me go. I shook my head, clearing my vision and focused in on Derek who was looking at my with a stoic face.

I sent one right back as Stiles and Scott started to tell Derek everything that had happened in the past couple of hours. It felt it had only happened moments ago when Mrs. Blake, someone I thought was my friend, was strangling me to death. Literally.

"Please Derek, you have to believe us." Scott begged, grabbing my wrists before releasing. "Your wrists and ankles still have marks on them from the wolfsbane rope don't they?" I looked at my ankles but they were still covered by my boots so I pulled the sleeves of my jacket up and sure enough there were still marks trying to heal themselves.

"Derek, there's proof. She's proof and so is her neck." I felt my neck and sure enough there was a bump there, but I knew it was because Lydia still hadn't healed in the times worth. I suddenly felt self conscious as Derek stared at me.

"How do I know you're not lying?" He glared at Scott.

I scoffed, "Listen to my heart beat then." I stepped towards him, looking right into his eyes, "She tried to kill Lydia and I with garotes, along with stabbing Noah Stilinski in the shoulder before kidnapping him and escaping through the window."

I saw a flicker of pain flash through his eyes as I took a step back, turning away from him as I forced the tears to go away.

"And now she's coming to you." Stiles groaned.

"How do you know she's coming to me?" He asks, folding his arms over his chest.

"Because you've been rolling around in the sheets with her after all this time!" I yell, spinning around and landing a punch on him. I push away the fact that I could feel the hit straight through my heart and jaw too.