Stand by me (stiam fanfic)

.....but besties are forever

I'm feeling a major Mason/Brett/Liam vibe and It wasn't even because of Teen Wolf!!! which is like really ironic cause Jeff Davis and I were thinking the same way.......he should totally hire me.....like da fuck who wouldn't? *flips the gorgeous hair she whishes she had*.....I'm a mess....anywhat!!! FIRST EVER NON LIAM P.O.V. WOOHOO WISH ME GOOD LUCK!!!! Words of wisdom for today: Jeff Loves me I know it.

Mason's P.O.V.

Thud. Crack.

I'm thrown against the wall once again and another rib breaks.

But this time I stay there, on the ground breathing heavily, wishing I could escape. I see the footsteps walk toward me in the corner of my eye and try to stay as still as possible.

The footsteps reach my face and I finally look up at the stranger that intruded my house.

He smiles menacingly at me. I frown and glare at him.

"I'm not telling you anything," My voice is weak and hoarse from all the abuse I've been getting the past few hours.

Yes....hours.

And he just. Won't. Stop. He tilts his head and kicks me in the stomach hard enough that blood squirts out of my mouth and I collapse back down.

It hurts so bad. It hurts when he kickes me. It hurts when he punches me. It hurts when he throws me against the wall. And it still fucking hurts now. But I refuse to give in.

"I'm not going to ask you again......" I cut him off.

But you always do don't you?"

He grabs the back of my shirt and hoists me up and I let him, too weak to fight anymore and too prideful to cry.

He forces me into the wall banging me against it. He stares me down with his cold deadly eyes.

"Where. Is. Seven,"

I suck in a breath and gather my pride knowing that worse will come.

"I don't know,"

He growls and throws me back down on the ground.

"You worthless piece of shit!"

He kicks me over and over again but I stand my ground.

"You fucked up psychopath," I mutter under my breath.

He growls again, possibly hearing my comment.

Instead of pain that I would excpect to come.....he leans down right in front of my face and frowns.

"You look so.....pathetic," He grazes his hand over my cheek and I flinch away.

"Now that's what I don't understand......why would someone as heroic as Liam.....ever be friends with a pathetic piece of shit like you?"

And then....I couldn't hold it in anymore. So I felt the tears build up in my eyes and I felt them spill over.

Cascading my cheeks with water full of sorrow. He's right.

Liam deserves a better friend than me. Maybe this stranger has a point.

I look up at him still crying my sorrows away. Then I whisper.

"Who are you?"

He smiles and tilts his head slightly again.

"Call me Peter,"

And then he grabs my wrist and bites hard into it and I feel all the pain take over my system then......nothing.

Liam's P.O.V.