Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Status Asthmaticus Part 1

I took the longest shower I could, scrubbing myself clean of everything, including the tar-like consistency of Corey's dried blood on my hands and hair. It was hard to get the image of it out of my mind, and it showed itself every time I closed my eyes.

The heated water did nothing to ease the chill inside me, so I stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel. I walked down to my room and changed into pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt. I kept my hair down so it could dry. My phone had a few missed calls from Stiles, but it was nothing I paid any mind to. It probably wasn't that important anyway.

I jumped up to look out the window when I heard the slam of a car door outside the house. Stiles was down there, his jeep emitting a white cloud of smoke from the hood. I frowned and closed the curtain, heading for the stairs. I picked up to a run when I heard the loud smash of glass shattering.

I pulled the door open. Stiles was staring at his jeep, panting heavily. He was sopping wet from the downpour of rain that just let up, and it looked like he'd thrown a wrench into the window of his newly repaired jeep.

"Stiles!" I called, stepping out onto the porch. "What are you doing?" I stopped walking to him when he whipped his icy glare towards me. I was in the middle of the yard, watching him stare at me. Something inside of me told me I needed to run, but something else said that was ridiculous. Stiles' face contorted in anger and he stalked to me. That's when I knew the first voice had been right.

With the amount of rage coming off of him, it scared me. I spun and ran back into the house, and Stiles broke into a run to chase me. I tried to shut the door, but he stopped it, shoving it back open. I continued running, going for the stairs. My room had a lock on it. If I could just get there.

I squeaked fearfully when I heard the front door slam just behind me. I ran down the hall and into my room. Just as I was about to close it, Stiles pushed his way through the door like an angry bull, slamming that door closed, too. I backed up, my eyes wide and my body physically shaking. Who was this Stiles in front of me? It reminded me too much of Void.

Stiles kept walking towards me until I was pressed against a wall and he was barely inches away from me. He lifted his hand into the air, pointing a stern finger at me, and although I know he'd never physically hurt me, I flinched, awaiting the blow.

Instead he just screamed at me, droplets of water flying from his lips and onto my cheek. "You told me he would understand! You told me he wouldn't be mad!"

"What are you talking about?" I replied, my voice not sounding like my own.

Stiles shook as he shouted. "I'M TALKING ABOUT SCOTT! He found out I killed Donovan. He told me I did it on purpose! He doesn't believe that I had no choice. You said he would understand!" I finally looked closely at Stiles, and my fear dissipated. He wasn't angry, he was on the verge of tears.

I looked at him for a second, my heart becoming heavy with sympathy. This wasn't Void, it was Stiles. And Stiles would never hurt me. I leaned forward quickly, wrapping my arms around him. He hugged me back just as fast, finally letting himself cry into my neck.

I walked him backwards until I could sit on my bed. He sat down next to me, clinging to me the way Scott had before. Except this time, I was exponentially closer to tears of my own as my heart broke for the man I loved. I had my arms circled around him, holding him close to me as he shook with sobs on my shirt.

I shook my head, whispering, "Even after knowing the full story, I can't believe he still thinks you did it on purpose." Stiles didn't reply to me, but he did something else that startled me. He quickly leaned up and squished his lips to mine.