Keeping Secrets

All Aileen ever wanted was to forget. You shouldn't need to be told; death doesn't make good memories. Moving to Beacon Hills has placed more stress on the mental locks that hold all of Aileen's secrets, and there's no telling what will come to the surface. Will she fall deeper into her hopeless pit or rise up with others like her?
*Teen Wolf Fanfiction*

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30. Manumit

(Season three Episode nine)

"Peter?" I question as he walks through the entrance.

"There you are." he says spreading his arms wide as if he'd been looking for me this entire time.

           Every step he takes closer to me, Steven seems to get more excited. Ready to possess anyone to get me out of here. Honestly though, I don't think Steven would want to cross Peter anyhow, him being a vital part of my survival and all.

"Did you come here to talk, because I would rather not?" I say.

"I just thought you'd want to know what was going on in the real world." he wasn't wrong. I haven't had the chance to see the light of day in god knows how long.

"I do. But I'd rather leave this place."

"Oh, well then, let's go." he opens the door.

"Stop."

"What?"

"There are still things I need to take care of.”

***

"Are you sure about this?" Peter asks.

"It's the only way I can get him in a weak spot." I respond.

"So, just wait until he's close enough?" he asks extending his claws. He nears me and waits.

"Yes." I answer, "I'll do the rest."

"Any second now." Peter says sensing the presence of another heartbeat. Another scent. Derek's scent. Derek's heartbeat, "Now." he says as a warning.

           I clench my fists. Peter digs his claws into the scar on my collarbone and starts tracing the brand. I scream. I can't say I'm entirely use to the pain, but I have to do this. I pull on the chain that binds me and continue to scream. I just need to wait for Derek to come. The pain brings back memories.

           My skin opened back up easily. As if I was meant to be scared with the label. It hurt worse, with every letter carved into me. Reminding me of my place. An object. Disposable. Unwanted, but needed. Real, but not the same as being alive. An interesting symbol. Steven was smart when he used it. There are so many different meanings. And more that I haven't come to understand yet.

           Peter falls away from me, and next thing you know, Derek is ready to fight. Seems like whenever Peter is involved, he is pissed. And I needed him to feel that way. He gets a few good hits on Peter before I say something. Not because I took too long to speak, I just wanted Peter to get a little beating. Anyone who has dealt with him could understand why.

"Derek!" I scream, "Don't... STOP!" I scream louder. He turns to me. Just for a second, "That's not Peter."

"Do you expect me to believe it's that ghost of yours!" he spits back. Peter, lying on the ground from his beating gets back up slowly and puts some distance between Derek.

"Why else would Peter do this?" I respond smearing the blood on my collarbone, "Steven is the only thing that finds it significant."

           Derek frowns. Doubt. It's all I needed. I could feel Steven's energy leave me, as he enters Derek's mind. Possessing it.

"Did it work?" Peter asks looking at the slumped over Derek.

"I don't know yet. Right now both Derek and Steven are fighting for control."

"Of course it worked assholes." Derek's voice, but not Derek. I smile.

"Sorry Steven. I shouldn't have doubted you." I say

"Now what?" Peter asks. I walk over to Steven... Derek.

"Keep him still Steven." I say. Steven nods, affirming he had total control of Derek's body. I raise my arm, clenched fist and whack Derek across the face.

"I did not see that coming." Peter says.

           My eyes water and I hit him again. And again. Of course, my hand started hurting, so I stopped. I held my breath, refusing to cry to cry. Steven walks Derek over to me and holds me in his arms. Embracing me. I whimper for a second and then hug back before continuing to hit Derek. I know it's stupid. I should save my tears for more important things. But Derek... Derek locked me up. Even if it was for my safety, I can't believe how long he kept me down here so long.

"Let him know the truth." I tell Steven.

"Sure thing doll. You've only got a few minutes.

"Okay." I say. Peter follows me through the exit.

"Derek might actually kill me now." Peter says sighing.

            The light of the sun hit me hard and I almost fell over, overcome by the light. It was then that I realized how long I'd been down in that pit. That hole. I was exhausted. I'd be lucky if I could walk to a street. I was just lucky to even be outside. I was free.

           Peter leaves me once we start to near the station. I walk to the entrance, ready to go in and return home. Then I remembered. Home would change. Without John. My uncle. My friend. Someone who could make me laugh. What will Rita be like? How are we supposed to move on from this?

           A man and woman hanging around the station notice me. The shudders on the window inside moved and I saw a face. Esmé. The look on her face scared me. Why was she scared, and why was she there? I could hear the man and women come nearer to me. My breathing becomes heavy and I whimper. Just before the woman could place her hand on my shoulder, I bolted.

           I ran away, anywhere other than home. I can't face Rita. I can't face anyone I know. Everything that has happened is my fault.

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