Stiles came into my room.

"Don't you know how to knock?" I snapped bitterly.

"When have I ever had to?" He shot back.

I scoffed. "What do you want?" I asked him, turning to face him.

"I want to make sure you're okay," He told me.

"Why don't you go and baby Scott?" I sneered. "You two seemed to be pretty close. You seemed to be taking his side. He understands you, right, Stiles?" I raised an eyebrow and he looked at the ground.

"Look, it wasn't my secret to tell you. Scott being a werewolf... That's a big deal. And I know you thought he was cheating with Allison and I know that it really had you messed up and we hated it, but it had to be done. We wanted to keep you safe no matter the cost. Even if it meant losing you. We've been best friends since before I even started liking Lydia. That's like, a long time." He chuckled. It was one of our many jokes. I didn't laugh this time. "Please don't throw all that time away just because-"

"Because you lied to me?" I asked him dangerously. "Because you let me think he was cheating on me so you could protect his secret? Stiles, that's not cool! That's not what friends do! You should have thought about our friendship before you did that!" My voice got quieter and quieter, and at the end, I busted into tears. I'd been so alone and messed up and broken since all this went down. I'd been dating Scott for a week when Allison had came and everything changed... I hadn't really been completely happy since. My life has been a train wreck of heartbreak.

Best friends didn't do that to you. Boyfriends who really love you didn't do that to you.

Stiles sat on the bed next to me and pulled me to him, hugging me. I wanted to melt into him like old times and just hug him. Stiles had always been like my older brother. Protective and loving and there, all the time. Every time I was lost or confused or sad in any way, Stiles was there to support me and love me and be my little friend. He always was. That was Stiles. Scott had been there for the less personal things. If I wanted to hang out, I would invite them over. Since I liked Scott, I was never alone with him because I'd be a stuttering mess. I was with Stiles all the time and so that's why Scott hadn't admitted he liked me. He thought I'd like pad Stiles. But now everything was messed up and I loved Scott more than anything and I loved Stiles like a brother and I depended on the, to be happy but I had to leave them because they hurt me.

And I was a wreck.

I fought him weakly, pushing him away and beating on his chest, but he just clutched me, forcing me to stay there. Finally I just stopped, collapsing again at him. "I was all alone," I sobbed. "I miss him so much, Stiles. It's like someone ripped out my soul. I feel like an empty shell. I can't sleep or eat or do school... Why did you guys do it? Why?"

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry..." He repeated it, rocking us back and forth slightly, never letting me go. When I was finally done crying he let me lean back and he looked at me. "There's something you have to see," he whispered.

I took a deep breath in. "Okay," I croaked.

We left my house after I washed up and he took me to a half burned down house. I felt spooked and nervous, but Stiles walked in like nothing was wrong. I followed him slowly, trying to look everywhere at once. "Stiles..." I whispered.

"Listen," he told me.

I did. That's when I heard it. It was grunting, impact. As if someone were punching something. Grunting and the sound of groaning, as if the house was being pulled at by the pipes in the ground. I looked at Stiles with wide, scared eyes and he looked back with a very serious, sad expression. He just began walking and I followed him. We went down stairs into some basement and I gasped at what I saw.

Scott was chained up to the walls, and he stood, pulling with all his might, fighting the restraints. They didn't buckle but the groaning was obvious now. Those were cemented in... His head looked down and he breathed heavily, but I saw the extra hair and claws. I covered my mouth, stepping back, frightened.

"What's wrong with him?" I whispered, almost sobbing again.

Scott's head snapped up and I stumbled back at his gold eyes, digging into me like a drill. He glared at me, but he seemed to be upset. He howled and it was so painful and so mourning, that I had to cover my ears. Then Scott seemed to look at me a very long time. "Y-y/n?" He asked.

"Scott," I breathed. I raced to him.

"No! Stay back! I-I don't want to hurt you!" He said desperately.

I slowed down but didn't stop. "You would never hurt me," I whispered. Then I kissed him. It felt weird, different, not something I was used to as he was in wolf form. But I felt him turn human and kiss me back, desperate and hungry as if my touch was food to a starving man. His hands twitched, wanting to hold me, and I intertwined our fingers. "You would never hurt me," I whispered again. I touched our foreheads. "But you did hurt me," I told him.

"Please," he begged. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...."

Someone was there suddenly, unlocking him. The chains fell and her wrapped me up, clinging to me like if he let go, He'd die.

I sat there, not moving. "Scott..." I sighed. I stood, turning, and started to leave. "You have to move on, Scott. We're over. I told you that," I reminded him.

"No. Please. You can't do this to me... YOU CANT SO THIS TO ME!" He was suddenly behind me, holding me to him. It hurt me. I wanted to be there with him forever. I wanted to kiss him again. Never let him go. But I wouldn't be that girl that got hurt then comes back. I had to... Move on... Even the thought was hard to form. "I love you," he whispered in my ear.

I fell to my knees, sobbing. "You can't do this to me!" I screamed. "You can't put me through hell and then have me wanting to come back! I can't... Why, Scott? WHY?!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry. Please. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything. I'll d anything, Y/n just please don't leave me... Not again. I can't do that again..." I turned to him.

"You broke my heart, Scott, how am I supposed to forgive that?"

"I'll fix it," he told me. "I swear I will. I'll make it all better..."

I sighed, closing my eyes tight. "I can't leave you again," I sighed, rubbing my face. "I can't live like I was. You have... One chance, Scott, okay?" I told him slowly.

He was beaming. He didn't even say yes or okay or anything. He just kissed me. The kiss was so passionate and desperate, I felt myself breaking. And hesitation or regret was gone and I finally seemed whole. It was a paper being ripped. You can tape it back together, and it'll look whole again, and it'll feel whole again, but it won't work exactly the same. I loved Scott and I wanted to be with him, but I would always have a nagging in the back of my brain. I didn't know if I would get over it, but I hoped it would.

"I love you," I whispered.

He smiled. "I love you too," he whispered back.

"Don't hurt me please," I begged.

"Never," he said. The he sighed. "Never again."

I smiled. "I forgive you."

We sat there a long time, holding hands and looking at each other. It was t perfect, but it's all I wanted, and for now, I'd be okay with that.