Catching Feelings

Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Into the Arms of Death

[ Trinity ]

Hot water pulsed down from the faucet and collided with Trinity's body, the feeling was relaxing but she was quickly brought out of that by the harsh knock on the doors. "Open up, I know you're in there."

Trinity shut off the water, taking a towel and wrapped it around her body. "Lydia? Allison?"

The knocks came again, but they were far too harsh to belong to the two petite girls she roomed with. "Get out here, you little pest."

"Sam?"

Rushing to put on clothes, she came out with wild eyes. "I thought you were at work."

"I was, but then I got a call from your little friend."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Trinity stammered, taking a few steps back.

He was still dressed in his scrubs, his plain blue cap still tied to his head. "Don't lie to me. Derek told me everything. How you've been annoying him all summer."

"Sam—"

"Shut up!" He shouts making her mouth clamp shut. "Just, shut up and do what I say for once." She stayed quiet, her blue eyes staring at his brown ones in fear. "Your mother would be so disappointed in you. She shouldn't have died for such a screw up."

"It wasn't my fault."

A fist was sent her way, impact made when it hit her cheek and sending her to the ground. He kicked her harshly in the stomach, the breath being knocked from her lungs. Taking a handful of her hair he hoisted her back to her feet. "It was your fault. You ruined everything."

"What do I do?" Trinity sobbed, herb and flying up to hold over his trying to get him to loosen the painful grip he had on her hair. Her head throbbed and it felt as if he was ripping pieces of her scalp out with the blonde strands.

Sam's face softened and he let go of his grip on her hair, throwing her body away from him in one simultaneous motion. A bruise was already starting to form on her cheek, a split on her temple with blood was coming out. "Do her a favor and end yourself. Don't waste another second of anyone else's time."

His words were harsh but they sounded so sweet, like the kindest offer. It was a poison wrapped in the most exquisite wrapping.

Trinity's mouth opened to answer but she could feel it now, the overwhelming urge to do whatever he said. "That would make her happy?"

"She'd be ecstatic."

Her body moved for her, one foot stepping in front of the other without even being told what to do. Trinity walked out the room in a daze, successfully making it away from the motel without being stopped from anyone.

She walked away from them all, his voice ringing in her ears. "Don't screw this up." He snarled when she walked in the middle of the street. Someone was bound to come her way and she wouldn't leave until she'd made her mom proud. "Tell me something, how'd you manage to get with Derek Hale? He's way out of your league."

"We met, that first day I got to the states and I was in the woods. I was going to go for a walk and explore but he stopped me, told me not to because there was dangerous things out there."

A bright set of headlights could be seen from the end of the road and a sadistic smile was on her fathers face. "I'm glad he didn't let you die then. This is so much more fun."

"Trinity, move!" She could hear faintly but she didn't listen and remained rooted in place.

A long honk came from the semi-truck, trying to warn the girl to get out of the way but she didn't care.

At the last minute, she was pushed out the way, a large body laid on top of her. The bright light of a lighter was lit and the burn was felt on her arm pulling her from her daze. "Why'd you do that?" She yelled at Stiles, pushing him off of her. "Why the hell would you do that?"

Stiles stared at her, panting heavily with furrowed brows and squinted eyes. "Because you didn't actually want to kill yourself."

Did she?

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The night was tense, the teens shaken up and barely able to sleep after the almost deaths of their friends.

Scott still smelled faintly of gasoline after dousing himself in it the night before, his side effect of the hotel. He was going to set himself of fire, but Stiles talked him out of it. They were all tense, the experience had opened a dark part in all of them. An escape plan that before, would've never been an option.

"Everyone pack it up," Finstock yelled, pausing for a moment when he saw them already on the bus sleeping. "I'm not even going to ask."

Trinity rubbed her eyes, slowly getting used to the bright sun outside. "All of that and the meets been cancelled."

Isaac scoffed, leaning his head against the window.

Trinity say alone the ride back, deciding that she need the space to think. "This is one night that we can all agree never gets brought up twenty years from now."

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket and the small smile that she had managed to form was wiped clean off. "I know something we can talk about." Isaac and Boyd looked to her, knowing Scott could hear her a few rows back over the commotion with Finstock and Stiles over some whistle. "Derek's not dead."

"How do you know?"

"Because, he just told me."