It's just what you do / Derek Hale

Part 11

'Stay,' Stella mumbled as Derek stood up at the sight of her fully healed body.

'I can't, Stella,' he softly said, wanting to do nothing more but stay with her for the night. She simply grumbled a little bit, making Derek sad to hear that she wasn't happy with his answer.

'Look, what happened, something like that is not your fault,' Derek tries to comfort her as he put on his jacket, ready to climb out the window.

'What I did to you was my fault,' she mumbled softly as she looked up at him, opening the window as they kept their eyes locked. 'I have had way worse,' he softly responded.

Although, he has had way worse and will probably have way worse again, nothing was ever as permanent as the scars on his torso, that were still red and irritated.

He glanced over at her shoulder, looking at the collarbone he had slashed days ago, to see the same scar.

'You need rest,' he finally said, as if that was the reason he couldn't stay. 'Thank you, Derek, for doing that,' she smiled up at him, her eyes tired and watery.

'Maybe now you know, I don't just do it for me,' he said finally, climbing out the window.

She wondered when she would see him again, if she had done something wrong, if she had opened up to much. Before she could let herself get absorbed in the thought of losing the only person she could be honest with, a deep sleep took her over.

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'Upppp!' It was the voice of Stiles that make Stella grunt into her pillow, loudly, before placing her other pillow on top of her.

She realised what she looked like, that last night, she was full of blood and mortal wounds, and she froze for a second.

What if Stiles was staring at the blood on her sheets right now?

'Get up,' he pulled at her leg, making Stella kick at her little brother. 'No! Get out!' She practically screamed, worried at what she looked like right now.

'Get over your morning moodyness, dad has donuts downstairs,' the boy just said, letting go of his sisters leg as he backed of toward the door. 'I'll come after I shower,' she said, hearing the door open and close.

When he finally left, she jumped up, looking up and down her body to find that she was, luckily (kind off), still wearing the same clothes, with rips in everywhere.

She practically ran toward the bathroom, inspecting her face to see no sign of fight or blood anywhere.

She looked at her collarbone, confused that Dereks claws had left a mark, was it because Derek was older, and probably way more powerful than Bruce was?

Honestly, she didn't know, and she didn't want to either, maybe she indeed had opened up too much.

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'You are really eating those things aren't you?' Her dad jokes as she sat at the table, devouring the donuts like she hadn't eaten in days.

'Ive never been this hungry,' she took her fourth donut as she stood up from the table, walking over to get a glass of water when she heard her phone ping.

From: Derek
Everything ok?

She couldn't help but smile down at her phone. The fact that Derek cared, even after she stormed out of his car just to get attacked by a guy with a very low self-esteem and short temper.

'You were at the bowling last night, right?' Her dad asked, to which she nodded softly.

'We got a strange call about a puddle of blood but no victim or attacker, did you see anything strange?' She want to sit back down at the table, an unwell feeling in the pit of her stomach.

'Not really, last person I saw was Bruce leaving,' she informed her dad, which wasn't fully a lie. She also just wanted for Bruce to be locked up, before he could hurt anyone else.

'Have you heard of him today?' Her dad questioned as Stiles silently listened, playing one of his games on his phone while doing so.

'No, dont even have his number,' she told her dad, to which he gave her a suspicious look. 'So what where you smiling at than?' Her dad asked curiously.

Stiles face shot up now, if his sister was hanging around with someone, he needed to know. 'Just Lydia,' She smiled softly, trying to lie.

Her dad just simply gave a nod that clearly said he didn't believe a thing she was saying, whereas her brother just got back to tapping on his phone like a maniac.

To: Derek
I'm okay, sorry bout running out yesterday

Stella tried her best to hide her smile as she typed the message, although she hadn't even realised that she had been smiling in the first place. She cleaned up the table, so that her dad didn't have to, and as soon as she was done she had already gotten an respond from Derek

From: Derek
Got u in more trouble than me

This man had a really weird way of accepting apologies. She answered before she went back into the livingroom, where Stiles was now watching some movie.

To: Derek
Yet you still helped me out of it. You don't understand how I hard I appreciated that

So there goes for taking her distance from Derek.

'Who are you texting?' Stiles asked as he saw his sister walk into the room, phone in hand, and staring at it impatiently.

'I told you, Lydia, she is hanging with Jackson Tuesday, so they need a movie, but everytime I say any movie she just says that the note book is better,' that also wasn't a complete lie, Lydia had texted her earlier and that situation had happened.

'We have the note book!' Stiles said, probably hoping that his sister would invite Lydia over. 'Not happening,' she sat down on the couch to hear her phone ping, and she grabbed it with such force that once again, her little brother gave her a strange look.

From: Derek
So you believe it isn't all about me?

To: Derek
Come and convince me :)

From: Derek
How many near death experiences is it going to take for me to convince you?

To: Derek
Already happened.

From: Derek
Good. Because I was thinking about a new way of learning you control.

To: Derek
Thinkin of me, huh?

From: Derek
Thinking of you not trying to murder me, just be ready tmrw at 12, alright?

To: Derek
Make it 1