Soulmate Of A True Alpha
Scene 8

He’s back. I don’t know how, but I heard him. I hid in the basement and I’m holding a simple knife as if it could keep me from dying…

I called Scott a few minutes ago but he’s not answering. A few tears fall from my eyes and I sniff to make them disappear. I call Stiles, who answers after a few rings.

Stiles: Yeah?

Me: Stiles… He’s… He’s home…

I hear him get up from a chair and knock it over.

Stiles: What? Who’s home?!!? Where are you?!!?

I hear the person get closer to me and I go to huddle behind a pile of cardboard, holding my knife and my phone firmly in my hands. I can feel the blade cutting into my palm, but I can’t feel the pain because I’m so scared. I put the phone back to my ear and whisper:

Me: I’m in the basement… Please come…

Stiles: I’m on my way, don’t worry! I’ll be there soon! I’ve got to go.

Me: No, please! Please don’t go!

Stiles: Hannah, I have to hang up and call for help…

Me: A… Okay, but… Make it quick.

Stiles: I promise the second I’m done, I’ll call you back!

I hang up and huddle against the wall. I can still hear the person walking through the house and I shrink further into my corner. My cheeks are wet with tears because I’m so scared and my body won’t stop shaking. After a few minutes, I hear three other people walking and then shouts of fighting. One body falls to the ground and another runs through the house. That’s when Stiles calls me, but I’ve forgotten to mute my phone. My ringing echoes throughout the basement and I feel two arms grab me and pull me out of my hiding place. I scream and struggle with all my might until the person brings me into the light where I can see Stiles’ beautiful angelic face. A smile creeps over my lips and I jump into his arms to thank him. I cry again, but this time with joy, I’m so happy to be saved. He holds me close and I snuggle up against him. His warm breath caresses the back of my neck and I breathe in his scent in the hollow of his arms. For that simple moment, I can’t think of anything. No, I’m not, I’m just thinking about how happy I am to be with him. He pulls away from me and sees the gash I made earlier.

Stiles: Come on, let’s fix that.

I nod. He takes my other hand and leads me to the bathroom. He gives me a simple bandage around the gash and I smile in thanks. We go into the kitchen and I scream at the top of my voice. Two men stand with their backs to us, watching a person who’s stopped moving.

Guy 1: It’s all right, we’ve come to save you, Stiles called us.

I breathe a sigh of relief. The two men introduce themselves as Derek and Peter, Scott’s friends.

Me: Is he… dead?

Derek: No, just knocked out. We’re trying to figure out what to do with him.

Me: Give him to the police?

They give each other a strange look, then turn to Stiles, who nods “no.” I frown. I frown.

Peter: Well, we’ll be off, playing superhero makes you hungry and… We’ll go.

The two men leave the house and I turn to Stiles, slightly annoyed.

Me: What are you hiding from me?

Stiles: What?

Me: For some time now, you’ve been doing strange things, you and the others. You’re going to Mexico, you’re harassing a 15-year-old kid without giving any reason, Kira’s hitting on the same guy while she’s dating my brother… I could go on and on, so before I get upset, what are you hiding from me?

He looks really embarrassed. I cross my arms over my chest.

Stiles: Hannah, I’d really like to tell you but I can’t, it’s not my place, it’s Scott’s. I swear I’ve wanted to tell you since the first time we saw each other. I’ll tell Scott to tell you, I promise. Just do something for me, don’t blame us, or at least not your brother. Please don’t.

I say nothing and bow my head. What could be so bad as to make Stiles so uncomfortable?