Baby, don't hurt me [Sterek ff]

Forgiving and Forgetting

~Stiles~

I wasn't able to stop thinking about him and just laid awake in my bed. He hurt me, he really did. But I loved him. After a few minutes I fell asleep to the thought of him, with a huge desire to lay next to him right at the moment.

~Dream~

My heart pounded hard against my chest and I had trouble catching my breath. I laid on the floor of a dark room and I couldn't see anything in front of me. After a while a door at the opposite wall opened and I saw a man's shape coming towards me and felt him dragging me out of the room in the light of another one, where he pushed me into a chair and chained me up.

My sight went clearer after a while and I saw another man standing in the corner of the room. Derek. I tried to speak but no words left my mouth, while he smiled at me.

"Hello Stiles. How ya doing? You can't speak right now because of some medication, but everything's allright. We just need to test some things and you're a good test person.", he said continuing his smiling.

I just tried to escape from the chains but not even the chair moved a centimeter. After a while tears streamed down my cheeks. When Derek saw it he looked into my eyes.

"Honey. There's nothing you need to be scared about. We're just going to cut of your arm.", he whispered, as the other man entered the room again, holding two sharp knives in hus hands.

"Here, Mr. Hale. I hope you have a great time.", he laughed and left the room again. I looked into Dereks eyes that had turned into black holes and tried to scream again. And again. And again. The knife hit my arm. I didn't feel anything anymore.

"Stiles! Wake up! Oh my god, wake up!", his voice growled and when I opened my eyes I recognized that he held me tight to stop me from hurting anyone, because I was shaking and screaming, although I already woke up.

And then I recognized another two things: First He hold me tight. In his arms. Sencond he hold me tight. Was he trying to kill me again?

"Go away!", I gasped, while jumping out of the bed and away from him. I pressed myself against the wall, while the sweat from my forehead mixed with the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Stiles! Whatever it was, it was just a dream and everything is going to be alright!", Derek said trying to calm me down, but it was too late and I already panicked, so I wasn't able to catch my breath anymore and felt like I was dying. Derek ran towards me and fell on his knees, while looking me in my eyes.

"Hey, hey. Shh. Calm down, I'm here.", he whispered and I recognized that I wasn't afraid of him, but if the pain it would cause when I'd loose him, while I tried to remember the things my therapist told me about my panic attacks. Derek just sat down behind me and pulled me on his lap, stroking my back slowly and whispering comforting things into my ear. I let it happen and after a while I calmed down and pressed my face into his chest.

"I'm sorry.", I started, but he didn't let me talk.

"No. Don't. There's nothing to be sorry about, ok? I am here, everythings ok.", he said while running his fingers through my hair slowly.

I staid silent for a while just laying there with him but then I just had to ask.

"You don't ask me what all of this is about. Why?" I pulled my arms around him and he sighed.

"You'll tell me, if you are ready or if you want to.", he just said and after a while I stood up and went to the bathroom and when I came back he was gone, so I walked downstairs, where I found him reading a book.

"The collected poems of Emily Dickinson.", I said and he smiled at me before starting to go on reading. I decided that I needed food and went into the kitchen where I made myself breakfast and then entering the room again.

Derek sat on the couch, but know he looked seriously worried and when he saw me he just nodded and said:"I'll tell him.", into his phone.

After hanging up I asked immediately what the call was about.

"It was Scott.", he said quietly, but didn't look me in the eyes while answering.

"And?", I asked annoyed. Wow. I was annoyed by Derek Hale. Mark the date in your calendar. He sighed still looking to the ground.

"Derek.", I nearly screamed and forced him with it to look at me. He sighed again, befire answering.

"It's.. Its your dad.", he whispered, while my heart stood still for a moment.

"What happened?" I gasped scared that he might me dead.

"He.. He is still alive, but its critical. He got shot, while trying to catch a thief with his car. He lost control and the car bumped into a wall.. I.. I am sorry.",Derek said and I swallowed hard while the tears started to fall again.

Derek just pulled me into his hug and whispered into my ear:" I'll drive you to the hospital." Forgotten were the words I said the night before and I was just happy to have him here. Everything else had to wait.