𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 ▷ 𝐬. 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 ✓

𝟑𝟑. 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
hell to pay

YASMINE MCCALL

I could not believe he had just shot my brother.

Melissa had been holding onto me as I stared at Scott, the gun in Matt's hands still smoking from the shot having been fired. Melissa, being the nurse that she was, immediately kicked into action and tried to reach Scott only to have Matt raise his gun as he stepped forward us. "Back, back!" He aggressively yelled at us as I shielded my mom's body with my own, keeping her behind me as I backed up, the gun now directly in my face.

"Mom! Mom, stop, Mom!" Scott desperately pleaded as he winced, his hands still pressing onto the gunshot wound, which I knew would heal anytime soon now. Scott's green shirt was now stained red as he leaned against the wooden bench, grunting as he tried to cover the wound with his hand.

I could hear Melissa's heavy breathing from behind me as she suddenly grasped my hand in hers, now stepping next to me rather than standing shielded behind me. Whipping my head to the left, I shot her an incredulous look, but she did not budge as she squeezed my hand although her gaze stayed locked on Matt and the gun he was holding.

"I said get back," Matt stressed to my mom, who seemed absolutely petrified as I squeezed her hands, my lips pressed together in anger as I glared at the gun in his hands.

Melissa gently looked over at me before her eyes drifted down to peer at Scott, who looked to be in severe pain. "Scott," she urged, her tone sounding defeated and worried.

"Mom, do it," Scott begged my mom, panting hard as he gripped onto his shirt, my heart breaking at the sight of my mom looking so broken. "Please, Mom."

My mom gently started to step back, but I did not follow suit. Instead, I stood my ground and gulped as I looked directly into the gun, which could take my life within seconds. At that moment, I did not care. Matt could shoot me if he wanted to as long as he did not lay another hand on my brother or even attempt to hurt my loving mother. The worry and confusion were radiating off my mom, but I did not back up and stared right back at Matt.

"Get up, McCall," Matt commanded to Scott, who grunted, all while keeping the intense stare with me, a certain craziness present in his eyes.

"Matt," I suddenly heard Sheriff Stilinski call again, sounding desperate. "Matt, listen to me."

My breath got caught in my throat as I realized how Matt would react. He had already proven on the multiple occasions that he was unstable and the only thing more dangerous than an unstable teenager with a Kanima by his side is an unstable teenager currently holding a firearm while also having a Kanima by his side.

Like predicted, Matt seemed to have a complete meltdown as he began throwing a tantrum. "Shut up!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as the gun in his hands wavered around. "Shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!" He panted hard as he suddenly pressed the gun against my forehead, the coldness of the gun causing me to let out a whimper as it made contact with my skin. My eyes closed instinctively and I heard the gasp from my mom as I tried not to react - not to show him how fucking terrified I really was. "Now, get up, or I shoot her next and then your mom!"

I could sense someone staring at me and opened my eyes just as Scott started to get up, struggling to stand as he applied pressed to his abdomen, where he had been shot. Once he was on his feet, Matt demanded he enters the area where the holding cells were. The psychotic teen had allowed me to be Scott's support and so I had Scott's arm wrapped around my shoulders as I held him close to my body, supporting him as he limped into the room with the holding cells. The Sheriff had seemed stunned as he witnessed Scott and I entering first, Scott bleeding profusely from his wound, followed by Melissa, who was held at gunpoint by Matt.