Case Closed

1. Loving Wrong Things

(Derek POV)

        Sometimes it seems like there is such a thing as love. Sometimes I let myself believe I can be loved, that it will all work out. You know how it is. They promise things, say things, that just can't happen. And even though I know these things will never happen, there's that one thing that gives you hope. Its that burning feeling  that goes through your veins and reaches every singly place in your body. That flame, that love, is sweet and bitter like the whiskey in my hand. I've let myself be fooled, time after time. And all I think is how I messed up by dating a werewolf hunting, homicidal pyromaniac.

        Kate Argent had taken everything from me. My mother, my family, my girlfriend, and my uncle's sanity. Not only did she take away the things I loved most, she took other's loved ones as well. And then I think of poor Stiles. The heartbreak in his eyes as he lost his girlfriend, Malia. 

        The bitter rage inside me flowed over like the blood I'd seen, that I'd caused, come out of the death-bound. The blood that streamed out of Braeden. The flashback to when I held her in my arms as she died was all too much to bare. I threw the glass of whiskey while yelling at the top of my lungs. I didn't know if I was yelling for Braeden, at Kate, or just for some release. I didn't find it. Instead I realized I'd wasted perfectly good whiskey, broken a glass, and a shard from that glass had landed in between my eyes. I let out another frustrated yell then pulled out the shard. I don't even know why I'm drinking, it's not like I will ever become drunk. I crawled into my lonely bed, preparing to toss and turn for the fifth night in a row. The fifth night since Braeden died. Just as I began to get "comfortable" I remember my other ex, Jennifer, the darach who tried to kill everyone. How the hell did my life get this screwed up. I sigh the same time someone knocks at my door. 

        How wonderful! Company.