Blue eyes [Teen wolf/Derek Hale]

Ch50 - Uncomfortable

"So why do you have so many scars?" Lydia asked.

"And why doesn't your heart skip a beat when you lie?" Stiles added.

"Have you lied to us in the past?" Scott said.

They don't know about my eyes yet. But how is that possible? They saw me shift last night.

I thought back. Sure, they'd seen me attack but none of them saw my face since I was facing Oliver. And they had to run after him quite soon after that.

They don't know yet.

"Guys. Shut the fuck up." I said when they didn't stop firing questions at me. "Yes, I've lied to you in the past. Yes, I can control my heartbeat when I lie-"

"But that's impossible. No one can control their heartbeat." Lydia argued.

"You're right. But I have a trick which makes it possible for me to lie."

"Care to explain that trick?" Stiles asked.

"No. Not really. And about my scars... You'll know if you convince Derek to tell you." They all looked confused. "He knows the story behind my scars and I trust that he'll only tell you if he thinks that it's really necessary."

Plus, I'm quite sure that both Stiles and Isaac would spill immediately after being asked. I trust Derek with my story.

But I do trust Stiles and Isaac. I don't think that they would just tell the others despite me not wanting them to know.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to get some more hours of sleep. 2 hours is not even enough for me"

"2 hours? Did they wake you up at 5 AM or something?" Stiles said sarcastically.

"No, I was trying to kill them until 5 AM."

And with that I left them standing bewildered in the kitchen while I was heading for Stiles's bed.

~~**~~**~~**~~

When I woke up, I was still tired. Very tired. It was dark outside.

Wait... how can I still feel tired when it's dark?

I walked to the door and opened it. Suddenly I wasn't in Stiles's house anymore. I followed the hallway that led to the stairs I knew all too well. I didn't hear any sounds so I expected my dad not to be home. 

When I got down every thought screamed at me Go to the door! Run! Get out! but my legs wouldn't listen. I saw the door to the kitchen and got intrigued by it. There was nothing special about it, it was just slightly opened.

I opened it and walked into the kitchen. It looked normal except for some blood on the counter. I got closer to it. Suddenly I realized that I should've been able to smell it. I frowned and stared at the blood. Something weird was going on.

"There you are." I heard my dad say behind me.

My heart sunk and my hands began to tremble. I turned around and saw him blocking the only way out.

"Who's blood is it?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"It's yours. Well, it will be yours." he said and got a knife from the counter.

I slowly backed away but my dad got my arm before I could escape.

"Now that's not what I've taught you. I am really disappointed in you. I thought you would've learned something by now."

My breathing became heavier and my heart pounded in my chest but I couldn't shift. 

My dad raised the knife and got ready to teach me some lessons. I looked at him while he brought the knife down in one swift motion. 

Just before the pain began I shot up in Stiles's bed.

What...

Was it... a dream?

But I don't dream. I never do. 

I looked at Stiles's alarm and saw that it said 10 AM. I took some deep breaths and got ready for a shower. I looked in the mirror. Some dark circles were underneath my eyes and I looked a bit whiter than normal. 

"It's probably nothing." I said to myself and decided to just forget it and never talk about it again.