Her Burden | Derek Hale

━ thirteen | truth unfolded

I let out a chuckle dropping my hands and raised my eyebrow at him in question. Was he being serious, "Sweetheart, I don't take orders from you."

Matt snorted and pointed the gun at my heart this time, "Yeah, well you're not actually in the position to not take orders at this moment," He said as he harshly grabbed hold of my upper arm and pressed the gun up against my back before shoving me towards where the others where.

It was the same arm which Erica injured earlier today and I just flinched.

I walked back into the office with my hand still slightly raised. I cleared my throat when I was fully back into the room, "Guys."

They all turned around at the sound of my voice. Mr Stilinski looked a little taken back, Stiles looked shocked and Scott was glaring at Matt in anger as he saw he had a gun against me.

Matt looked at my brother with a grin placed on his face before shoving me towards the group of men in front of me, causing them to sigh in relief. I rolled my eyes at them.

I know I could take him but I didn't want the night to end with a dead teenage boy or with people I care about. So that's why I did what he told me to do.

Mr Stilinski raised his hands up and slowly stepped around the desk towards Matt, "Matt. It's Matt right? Whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Matt let out a laugh as he swung the gun to one of us and then another, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

"Matt, we know you don't wanna hurt people," I tried to reason with him.

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people," Matt stated, "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try calling somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing." He glared over to my brother.

I looked over towards my brother seeing him quickly taking his hand out from his pocket. I wanted to facepalm myself as I looked at him. My brother is an idiot.

"That could definitely get someone hurt," Matt said as he looked between the four of us. He pointed the gun towards the desk, "Everyone,"

Nobody moved a muscle as we stared at Matt. But it only made him angrier when we did nothing, "Now!"

I sighed in frustration as I got my phone out of my jacket pocket and threw it on the table before looking back at Matt, "You happy now?"

He looked at me furrowing his eyebrows at me and pointed towards Stiles and Mr. Stilinski, "You two. With me and you too," He pointed towards Scott and me, "Follow us."

We followed Matt towards the holding cells as he held the gun on us the whole time.

"Cuff him," Matt ordered Stiles handing him the handcuffs as we got to the holding cells.

Mr Stilinski sat down on the bench in front of the cell putting his hand against the railing that was on the wall, waiting for his son to cuff him. I know that he did it because clearly he knew if he didn't follow orders someone was going to get hurt.

Stiles did as Matt asked but didn't make the cuffs around Mr Stilinski's hand all the way closed.

But Matt was smarter than that, "Tighter." He ordered again harshly this time as he pointed the gun towards Stiles.

Mr Stilinski turned to his son calmly before speaking, "Do what he says, Stiles."

Stiles sighed hopeless and listened to his dad before tightening the cuff around his father's wrist.