The search was on; who ever could find Marcy the first was the winer. What was the prize? Not getting your head ripped off by Derek who was fuming mad not being able to find his mate.
"Derek, aren't you able to feel where she is because of your mate bond?" I heard Jessica ask, and I heard Derek's heart start pumping faster.
"If that worked don't you think I would have tried that already?" He snapped at her, I wathced as her face dropped and tears form in the corner of her eyes. I felt really bad for her, she was going through hell because of Isaac and he didn't want to aknloage it in the slightest. I saw him slightly turn away from her so he didn't have to see her upset, and I couldn't help my irritated eye roll.
"Okay. honestly I feel like we just need to go back to the loft, we have searched high and low for her and have yet to come across a single clue as to where she is. She'll turn up on her own and us frantically chasing our tails in circles isn't going to help anything." I said, finally speaking up for the first time this night. I caught eyes with Derek and I watched his face go soft, he knew I was right, but he couldn't bring himself to asctually speak his agreement.
"You guys go back." He muttered, his voice low and scruffy, as he scratched the back of his neck and looked to the ground. "I'm staying out to look for her, I can't leave her out here, Peter you take them back." And before anyone could object and say they wanted to help still, Derek turned tail and took off running into the woods after his lost mate. We all stared at eachother for a couple seconds trying to actually make sense that Derek is letting us leave. Peter claped his hands together and looked at us all,
"Okay little children, lets head back home and call it a night." his voice sounded so fakely cheerful it was almost painful.
"I want to keep looking" Stated Jessica, who was clearly worried sick about Marcy, you could just tell from her apperance that she was shook to the core of fear that something had happened to her leader. It supprised me in a way, being that she was snapped at constantly by Derek, dragged through the mud by Isaac, always given creepy stares by Peter, and doesn't really talk to anyone else besides Marcy, that she actually stays so loyal to this pack.
"You heard his orders" said Peter, who gave her a once over. I growled at him, feeling the need to be protective over the younger girl, and stepped closer to her.
"Come on guys, let's go." I said in a more demanding voice, making it clear I didnt want to hear any objections from them. I heard some mumbles, but they all followed.
The car ride was silent as everyone stared out the windows, still hoping to catch a glimps of our pack leader who had gone solo. I watched from the passanger side as Peter gripped the stearing wheel with white knuckles, "Want me to drive?" I asked him, not sure of the meaning behind his nervousness. He shook his head and looked over at me,
"I'm fine. Just not a fan of driving at night" I raised my eyebrow and just silently mouthed 'okay' as I turned away from him to look out the window. I placed a hand on my stomach and let out a small sigh, thinking back to Stiles. I knew he didn't want this baby, and I knew I would have to raise it on my own. The though shook me to the core and left me almost petrafied with fear. I wanted to cry and shake and let my screams rattle the walls of my room and I punched a whole in every inch of my wall. I know this wouldn't help, but it would put my mind to ease. My mind rolled over all my options as if I had hit play on a remote, as they flooded by I went over all the details to myself; weighing out my options and trying to keep my breath even as to not show the others I was secretly panicking. My eyes closed and I watched as memories of my childhood with all my siblins played by. I knew that my child would never be able to grow up and have a life like I did. In some ways that was good, but in other ways it was a terrible reality. I wasn't at a good age to raise a child, and I've known this from the second I found out I was expecting.
As we pulled into the paringlot for the loft I hoped out of the car and hurried as fast as I could, wanting more than anything to be alone and in my bed.
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The next morning we woke up to Marcy sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.
"Uhm. Morning?" I heard Isaac ask, as we all stood around her with questioning gazes. My eyes scanned over my brother who was standing stone cold from his doorway. By his attire I could tell he must have given up at some point that night, but was too worried to actually fall asleep.
"Morning." Marcy said, hardly even looking up from her paper. I felt my muscles tense up in frustration and I felt like going over to her and riping the paper out of her hands. Apparently I wasn't the only one who felt this way because before I could do anything Jessica was standing over Marcy; her paper in one hand and the other was balled up and grabing at her hair.
"What the actual fuck!" She screamed, taking us all by suprise, that the most quiet and polite girl in the pack suddnly snapped. Marcy looked at her with wide eye and her face inched twords hers. "We were out looking for you for hours and all we get is a 'morning?' Marcy what the hell? We were all worried sick and have no fucking clue what happened!" Everyone eyed eachother, knowing that she said exactly what we were all thinking.
"Get off me." Marcy said, smacking Jessica's hand away from her and staring her down. "Where I went last night was none of your concern, and If i discuss it with anyone it will be with my mate. I didn't ask you guys to go looking for me." Her voice was so cold that my eyes widened in shock and i had to surpress a gasp. This wasn't like Marcy, and my hand flew protectivly over my stomach in responce. I winced at myself, for being to obvious with everyone around.
"I'm sorry." I heard Jessica mutter as she backed away tentivly, slightly shaking.
I watched as Marcy stalked away angerly and it was as if every fiber in my being was telling me what I should do. I slipped away while no one noticed and made my way down to my brother's car. I pulled out my phone and called Stiles, I knew I would get a voicemale so I left a shaky voicemale and put the car in reverse as i backed out of the parking spot. My knucles where white as I griped the stearing wheel and I tried to tune out my thoughts with music.
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I sat shakly on the bed, zoning off into my own thoughts. A million and one things were coming at me like bees and I tried my hardest to swat them off.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asked me, and I was snapped back into reality and looked over at the man. I nodded my head and clearned my throat.
"Yes. Doctor," I looked down at my hands and whispered, "There's no way I could have this baby..."
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