The Return (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

You Are NOT Broken

A/N: Trigger warning: sexual assault will be discussed in this chapter

BREAKING NEWS: Home Invasion at Actor, Stiles Stilinski's, LA Home

According to TMZ, there was a break in at the actors home at around 3:30am. Sources say the actors fiancé was home alone and rushed to the hospital in critical condition. We've reached out to Stilinski's rep for comment.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" I swear if the front desk just woke me up to ask about restocking something, I'm never coming back.

"Good morning sir, sorry to bother you but a Ms. Samantha James has requested that you call her immediately."

I thank the person and turn on my phone to see a million notifications. I'm confused because I haven't done anything scandalous on this latest press stop. Instead of going through the notifications I just call Sam so she can dumb it down.

"Stiles." Sam cried into the phone and my heart instantly dropped.

"Samantha please tell me it's not one of my girls" I plead and begin a prayer to whoever can hear me.

"Channing and Claudia are safe, I took them on a retreat with their ballet class."

"And Malia?!" I'm relieved they're safe, but I can tell that's the only good news I'm getting.

"I'm so sorry Stiles. I should've been there!" She takes a deep breath to calm down a little. "Someone broke into your house early this morning while Malia was home sleeping."

"Whew, you really had me scared for a second. Sam, you know Malia is a werecoyote. I just hope she didn't kill the poor bastard."

"Mieczyslaw, he injected her with some kanima venom to paralyze her. Malia was brutally attacked and she's in the hospital. A car is waiting for you outside and the jet is ready. I'll handle everything else, I know you don't care about the details." As soon as she said my real name, I knew her news would change me.

Malia was brutally attacked. Malia was brutally attacked. Malia was brutally attacked.

That's been echoing in my head the whole plane ride from Paris to California.  As soon as Sam finished I ran out to the car. Fuck my things. Fuck the room. Fuck everything. I read one news article on what happened before I realized that would probably scare me even more.

Thankfully, when I landed 12 hours later Tom and Sean were waiting to escort me to the hospital. The last thing I wanted to do was fight through paparazzi alone because I'd probably seriously hurt them. 

Rushing into the hospital, I'm immediately greeted by Scott who gives me a long hug before leading me to the waiting room. In the waiting room, there's a distraught makeup free Lydia who's being comforted by Kira. Derek is pacing around the room, Mama McCall and my dad are huddle together in a chair. Oddly, Peter is missing. Everyone looks like they haven't gotten any sleep.

"Where is she?!" Everyone looks up at me at once.  My dad raises from his chair and gives me a tight hug that took me back to being a little boy.

"She's in the back with the doctor, they're still examining her," Mama McCall explains.

"Where's Peter? What kind of father is that man?" I only asked because he always seems to find a way to disappoint Malia.

"He's went back to your house to try and pick up a scent." Derek stops mid pace to answer. I guess that's his way of being there for her, finding who did this so I can kill him.

"Family of Malia Tate?" A doctor walks out and looks around the waiting room. We all stand.

"I'm her cousin."