I felt someone gently shake my shoulder. I groaned and opened my eyes. I saw a police officer in front of me. I slowly sat up and held my side, wincing.
"Are you alright Miss?"
I nodded and looked outside, seeing Derek being shoved into a squad car. My eyes widened and I jumped up, ignoring the pain, and ran outside.
"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed. Everyone looked at me.
"Calm down Miss. We're arresting the man that injured and kidnapped you." An officer explained. I tugged at my hair in distress.
"No! No, he's innocent!" I pointed at Derek. "He helped me! He's good! You're arresting an innocent man!" I panicked. "He helped me." I emphasised.
"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yes! Now let him go. Please." I replied. He nodded at me and motioned for Derek to be released. "Thank you. There's obviously been a misunderstanding somewhere and I'm sorry for the inconvenience. But this man is completely innocent, I owe my life to him." I said more calmly.
"Very well. Have a good day Miss."
I watched as they uncuffed Derek before all of them drove off. I sighed and slumped a little.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because you didn't hurt me. Plus you can't really do anything about the Alpha from behind bars. And I think I pulled my stitches. Ow." I wheezed, clutching my side.
Derek suddenly stood in front of me and growled at the bushes. I peeked around his arm and saw my dad walk out from behind them.
"I see you've been whoring around you ungrateful bitch." He growled, his eyes flashing orange.
"No." I said weakly.
The last thing I saw was my dad launch himself at Derek before I fainted.
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I felt my stomach churning and I opened my eyes, groaning softly.
"She's awake!" Stiles exclaimed. My stomach clenched and I heaved, but nothing came up.
"Steph?" Scott said. "It's okay, calm down."
"I told you she would do that, but then you two never listen to me." I heard Derek say.
"Morons." I croaked. They looked at me and pouted.
I turned my head and looked over at Derek who was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. I looked at him questioningly.
"Your room." He said. "He's not here." He added as I opened my mouth. I closed it and nodded.
I slowly sat up and leant back against the headboard of my bed. The lights went out and we were plunged into darkness. I sighed and reached under my pillow for the torch I kept there.
"He didn't pay the electric bill again." I noticed a pair of ice blue eyes from across the room. "Your wolf eyes are nice." I commented, turning the torch on and shining it on Derek. He looked a little taken aback.
"There's no point, he doesn't take or give compliments." Scott said, causing him and Stiles to snicker. I hit them both round the heads.
"Be nice." I scolded. "Um, Derek do you think you could find the candles I keep in that drawer please?" I asked, aiming the light on the drawer.
"Wait, you know he's a wolf?"
"Yes, and so are you Scott." I replied.
Derek walked over and dropped the candles in my lap. I got a lighter from my bedside table and lit them one by one as I handed them to the boys to place around my room.
"Wow, Derek actually helped." Stiles remarked.
"Would you two quit being mean?! God!" I exclaimed. "And if you're gonna make a rude comment you can leave because I'm tired and in pain." I added.
"See you later." They said and left via my window, leaving just Derek and I. he walked over and sat at the end of my bed.
"What happened to all of them? Your family." He said.
"Long story. You don't have somewhere to be?"
"Where would I go? My house isn't exactly welcoming."
"It's better than here." I muttered. "My mother and younger sister died in a car crash five years ago. I would have been in the car, but I was ill that day and my mother took her instead of me. My older brother and sister were killed in front of me by our father when I was thirteen, a year after my mother and younger sister died. My aunt, uncle and cousins were killed in a fire. Their house was set alight and they all died together, burned alive. Sometimes I still hear their screams." Derek's face softened a little when I mentioned the fire. "My grandparents were scared to death, literally. Their poor hearts stopped once they saw what my father had become and what he'd done. And Kristen, my best friend, she killed herself last year. My father bit her and she hung herself. I was the one that found her." I said sadly.
"My family was killed in a fire. That's why my house is the way it is." Derek said. "You're seventeen?" he added. I nodded.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Twenty one."
Derek's P.O.V.
That feeling was back again. Every time I see her it appears, a small flutter in my chest.
"Are you okay?" she asked, reaching out.
"Fine." I snapped coldly. She quickly retracted her hand.
"Okay."
"I should leave." I said, standing up.
"Okay." She repeated. I glanced at her and saw she was staring down at her lap. "Bye Derek." She said quietly.
I climbed out her window and onto a tree branch before closing her window. I sat down on the branch and looked into her room. I heard her start to cry and the sound made my chest ache. I sighed.
I can't get attached to her; she'll only get hurt and be in even more danger. I climbed down the tree and made my way back to my house in the woods, feeling a little bad as she did just pour her heart out to me.
End Derek's P.O.V.
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