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I do not own the characters of TV show teen wolf such as Scott, Derek, Allison, Stiles, and so on. I do not own the show teen wolf. I do not own the ideas of the TV show Teen Wolf. (Though I wish I could be such an amazing writer as the writer of Teen Wolf!!!) I do own my characters such as Emily and her friend Stephanie because I created the two girls.
 

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(A/N: The song next to this goes really well with the chapter) 

Chapter 57:

--Emily's POV:

My eyes snapped open and I was met by complete darkness. I was lying in a soft bed and wrapped up in the sheets. I shot up, not knowing where I was. I definitely wasn't in my room and it was still dark outside so I couldn't really see anything.

I was still in the same clothes I was in before all this had happened.

My body froze as I recognized a familiar smell lingering around me and on the sheets. It was very faint but I knew exactly what it was. I had to be back in Derek's apartment. It smelled just like him.

I slowly fell back on to his bed and curled up into a ball. The tears fell freely from my eyes as my chest ached uncontrollably.

Why did they bring me back here of all places? They could of just left me in a forest or on the side of the road. Anywhere but here.

My hands gripped the sheets as a wave of pain in my chest hit me. My heart was broken and it hurt like hell. Why did he lie to me this whole time? Why couldn't he just tell me everything? I could have helped him.

My heartbeat quickened as I remembered his cold blue eyes staring back at me. He was a werewolf. I almost laughed at myself. How can any of this be possible? I must be going insane. It did explain a lot though: Derek’s temper and attitude, his background, the fire, his eyes. I remembered the first time he took me to his house to tell me about the fire and his eyes had flashed that vibrant blue. I had thought I was going crazy or it was just the moonlight reflecting off his eyes but now I know why. It also explained why he had come home beaten up those few times. He was running from the ‘hunters’ who were trying to catch him.

It felt like days lying there. I just couldn't find the mental or physical strength to get up. I should hate Derek for what he did but I just couldn't seem to leave his room. I could only find comfort where I was right now and I felt that if I left, the pain would worsen.

After another few minuets, I decided I needed to get up. I needed to get home before it got lighter outside.

I slowly pushed the covers off of me and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I winced and my head felt like it was pounding.

I stumbled a little as I stood to my feet. What was wrong with me?

I made my way to the bathroom needing to see if all this was actually really true. I knew that man had hit me. In a sick, twisted way, I needed to know if it was all a dream.

As I entered the bathroom I took a deep breath and flipped on the light switch. I gasped at my reflection in the mirror. Tears poured from my eyes once again as I stared at the angry bruise that covered my cheek. How was I going to explain this to Scott and mom? My fingers ran gently across it and I shook as the light pressure caused me some pain.

"This can't be happening."

I walked home in complete silence. My whole world had been turned upside down within a day’s time. The guy who I was falling for turned out to be a murder and a werewolf. My best friend's aunt is what they call a werewolf hunter and now I am to keep quite about this whole thing. That left me alone to deal with all of this. I couldn't talk to anyone about it.

I was alone.

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The next few days had to be the worst times of my life. I didn't talk to anyone. Not even when I had gotten home after finding out everything about Derek. Officer John had apparently gone to my room and had seen that I was gone. He hadn't bothered to come find me. Instead he sat at the kitchen table waiting for me to come home. When I got home I had to sit there at the kitchen table listening to him yell at me about how he could lose his job because of this but if I didn't say anything he would let it slide. He was too worried about losing his damn job to even say anything about the bruise across my cheek and my crappy appearance.

I didn't feel like doing anything or leaving the house but I did still go to school. I had to apply a heavy amount of makeup to the bruise that still shown bright on my cheek even after a few days. My grades began to go down because I wasn't paying any attention in class. It was nearly impossible for me to pay any attention to anything.

The pains grew worse in my chest and I decided if it didn't stop by this weekend I would go see a doctor.

I never thought that one single guy could make someone feel so depressed and heartbroken. The sad part was that every night I cried myself to sleep, I wished he were here to hold me and to tell me it was ok.

The week was slow as usual but I didn't really seem to mind. Scott was nowhere to be found. I would see him at least once a day and that was it.

Stiles hung around me a lot lately. He was really worried about me but I wouldn't tell him why. He spent almost every night at my house, sleeping on the couch in my room. He gave me a lot of comfort every night that my brother just simply could not offer. Stiles was more of a brother to me then Scott could ever be right now. I didn't want to sound selfless but Scott had seen what kind of shape I was in but refused to accept it. He knew it had to do with Derek but nothing more.

Friday came around and I was happy to be able to stay home for the next few days. Mom had been mad at me as well but had gone easy on me because of how I was acting. She also knew it was boy problems but I wouldn't tell her anymore. I had also caught my mom contacting Sean to let him know about me, which didn't make me too happy. I just wanted to be left alone for a while. Sean called me shortly after asking me if I was ok and everything. He said he would come home now if I wanted him to but I of course told him no. I was tempted to tell him about Officer John but decided not to.

Officer John had just dropped me off at my house and had disappeared. He did that almost everyday unless Stiles took me home. Stiles had something to do tonight so I would be alone for a while tonight. I rolled my eyes as I watched Officer John's car disappear around the corner. He had to be one of the worst bodyguards on the planet.

I sauntered up to my front door noticing that my mom's car was parked in the driveway. I thought she was supposed to be working all afternoon so this came as a shock to me at first. I hope she got off early or something like that. She needed a break every once in a while.

As I got into the house, I noticed Scott's backpack sitting by the front door. He must have just got home as well and judging by the voices coming from the kitchen, I was correct. All I wanted right now was a warm shower and to sleep so I carefully placed my bag by the door and tip toed towards the stairs.

"Em? Is that you?" I heard Scott's voice coming from the kitchen.

I froze then took a deep breath, knowing I had been caught.

"Yup." I said back and as I turned I saw my mom and Scott standing in the entryway watching me.

"You ok honey?" Mom asked, "You look like you are exhausted."

"Never been better." I lied, putting on a smile.

I noticed that Scott tensed up over my words like he knew I was lying. It's not like he would do anything about it though. He hasn't given a crap this whole time, so why would he now?

"I made dinner so come and eat." Mom said with a knowing smile.

Was I really that easy to read?

"Ok." I breathed, turning to the kitchen and making my way to the table.

We all three sat silently throughout all dinner, except for mom's occasional questions about school. I avoided all questions about my grades at all cost. Scott said nothing throughout dinner. All he did was watch me as if he was trying to figure something out.

"Can I be excused?" I asked politely while pushing back my chair.

"Yes. You sure you don't want to talk?"

"I'm fine mom, really." I said with a small smile.

My eyes met Scott's and he looked away but not before his eyes turned a shade darker.

I walked out the stairs slowly and my only objective was to get in the shower. It was the only thing that sounded comforting right now.

--Derek’s POV:

It had been almost a week since I lost Emily. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every time I closed my eyes I would see her. Every inch of my body begged me to go to her but I couldn’t. I kept repeating to myself that she was safe now and she would be able to move on because she is human. The pain would fade soon for her just as a human always does after heartbreak.

I wasn’t so lucky.

Yet, it bothered me that she could feel the same pain that I could. It was impossible for a human to feel a werewolf soul mate’s pain, unless she had some werewolf in her. I would have sensed it in her though so I knew that wasn’t the case.

My body was completely numb to any assaults the hunters tried to inflict on me. Ever since Em left, the pain they inflicted was nothing compared to the pain I felt of losing my soul mate.

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Shorter (and sad) chapter but I need to set this up for next chapter :)

Next chapter is ….. intense. So excited for you guys to read it! :D

Again, I am going to be updating on Wednesday :)