Evolution//stiles stilinski☾

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"Don't touch me!" I screamed, pulling away from my boyfriend.

"C'mon babe, you know you want it," he slurred, alcohol thick on his breath.

"Troy," I sighed, "you're drunk."

"And your hot," he breathed on my face, waves of still strong of whiskey.

"Troy just go home," I shrugged his hand off my shoulder.

He was my boyfriend for a year and a half and at this moment he decided to get drunk right after the last day of summer before Sophmore year. We were at the party of the year at my house but Troy had other plans.

"Let's go up to your room," he whispered in my left ear.

"No, Troy. Stop!" I pushed him off of me.

His eyes seemed to change from horny to rage. Troy's face contorted into pure anger as his fists clenched. Troy was never a nice drunk nor was he willing to ever backdown. I had told him not to drink because I had to go to track practice in two days and I didn't need to show up with a black eye or a bruised cheek bone.

I had used my excuses way too often.

"What did you say to me?" Troy gritted his teeth, the veins in his arms popping out.

"Not here," I thought to myself. "Not now."

His eyes seemed to intensify as he stammered closer to my tiny frame. He towered over me by at least a foot. I could feel the stares burning into my skull; the music was no longer playing.

"Troy, you're drunk," I repeated, nervously laughing.

"No, you're just refusing to give me what I want," he hissed, "you're nothing but a waste of space you little whore. I should've never asked you out freshman year. You're a piece of trash, Kayla. I just wanted you because you were a hot piece of ass."

With that, he swung.

A pain shot through my right cheek, searing every move I made. A gut wrenching feeling ran through me, but was minimized by an actual kick to my stomach. I screamed, tears running down my face and mascara everywhere.

"You're worthless," Troy kicked me a few more times, but was held back by his friends once I started to cough up blood.

"Kayla!" I heard a voice shout, which happened to be my older sister, Jamie. "Kayla are you okay? I need to take you to a doctor."

I was fading in and out of consciousness. But, I felt hands slip underneath me, followed by a scream from my mouth as I felt as if my bones were being ground by a piece of sandpaper. All of the hands placed me back on the ground and before I knew it, there were sirens and flashing lights outside. My hearing seemed to fade, my eyesight blurry.

"Stay with me Kayla," I heard a voice hum and look me in the eyes.

It was my father who was a doctor. He must've come with the ambulance when he heard it was a call from my house. He gazed into my eyes, his blue oceans laced with fear and concern. I heard shouting, which must've been from police, telling people to leave, but I was focused on my father. They were carrying me on a gurney, pain too blinding. I was numb from the pain. I was almost positive that I had blood dripping from my mouth.

But everything went black.

"We need a room for her stat, Melissa," a man shouted.

"Room 103 should be open. What happened?" a woman's voice sounded concerned as she ran beside my bed.

"Drunk idiot beat her. Kicked her, punched her. No one thought to help until she started coughing blood," the man pushing my bed responded, turning into a room.