Into the Flames → Liam Dunbar [2]

Chapter Thirty-Five

"I know. I know it's dangerous, and I could die, but I'm willing to take the chance. And I know you know how because Scott told me everything that happened before. He told me about Isaac. You got his memories before."

Addy was willing to die for the memories she desired. Disregarding everything she said to Brayden, she pleaded for the vet to help her. Deaton nodded hesitantly and gestured for Addy to follow him. She was led to the back room where there were three large tubs. They pulled one out front.

Deaton worked silently, and after politely asking Addy to wait, he filled the metal tub with ice cold water. He could hear her feet tap against the floor while she waited. It was nerve wracking, and the whole time she just wished that Liam wouldn't find out. It was what he wouldn't think of her after. She wasn't just curious about what her past was; she was obsessed, and everyone noticed it.

However, her wishes were ruined when the bell above the front door opened up. Scott, Stiles, and Liam all burst through the door. Addy hopped up from her chair and glared at Deaton.

"You called them?" she snapped. There was a reason that she didn't call them: they would only stop her. She needed to find the answers, and they would stop her from getting that opportunity.

"Addy, you can't do this." Liam stepped up. "It's too dangerous. I love you, okay? I don't want to lose you, again."

"You don't get it, Liam." Addy shook her head, tears welling up in her already swollen eyes. Her cheeks were still red from crying earlier.

"You're right, we don't get it." As he spoke, he slowly moved closer towards his crying girlfriend. It broke his heart to see her weak like that. "You just have to explain it to us all, okay?"

Addison fell into his open arms, her head leaning against his chest. He whispered small words that it would be okay in her ear whilst rubbing her back. After several minutes of recomposing herself, Addy was finally able to tell the tale of her night. They understood why she ran from them, but it still didn't make it right. She was still a kid and could easily get hurt from other things that weren't supernatural.

Scott argued with her for nearly twenty minutes about following through with her plan. Isaac was fine when he did it, but that was different from her case. They weren't dealing with a werewolf. It was an extremely delicate science experiment, and one small wrong move could mean disaster. It was too dangerous, but she couldn't get that through her head.

"Stop it! Okay? Just stop! It's my choice, Scott. I want to do this. I need to do this," Addy yelled. She had enough of the pointless argument. Even if it was three against one, she would get her way. "I'm doing this, so either stay to help or get the hell out."

Scott huffed out a large breath air and reluctantly pulled up his sleeves. She was glad that he decided to stay. They all were. As Deaton added the final few details to the tub of water, Liam pulled Addy aside. He didn't like this. He didn't like it one bit. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Liam asked, pushing a loose hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, I think so." She nodded. "Look, if this doesn't work, or something goes wrong, just, just know that I love you, alright?"

"Don't, don't do that," he stopped her. "I'm not going to let you get hurt."

Addy smiled and looked up into his eyes. He always seemed to be able to calm her down. She tilted her head up, connecting their lips. His hand rested on the back of her neck while her arms rested over his shoulders.

"I love you."

"Love you more," she whispered. "But you know I have to do this, right? Like, you understand?"