The others however, watch me with a sense of familiarity, as if they are trying to remember me. I wonder how they faces will change when they do. 
                          
"Okay, Kyle, grab the vodka, another cloth and the whiskey," He shouts.  
                          
A tall man nods before he takes a step, in a moment, he whips around his eyebrows curved, "Why whiskey?" 
                          
Xavier shakes his head, "I need a drink." As if that was a good enough reason the man bolts somewhere and in a moment he comes back. In that moment, everyone who was asked to get something is here, even Sam who just stares at my wound. 
                          
"Okay, here's what's going to happen: Sam, I'm going to ask you to hold her down as I pull the stick from her torso, Walter, you are going to bring her shirt up to her chest, as he is doing this Kyle you will poor the alcohol onto the wound, and I'll wipe it clean, you don't touch. Andrew, when that's done, put your cloth onto her skin and put pressure to it. I will wrap Connors shirt around her torso. Got it!" He barks, and everyone get's into position, prepared to do their job. 
                          
I however, am ready to pee in my pants. 
                          
His eyes fall into mine, and for a moment, one so small, I see worry mixing within his amber eyes. I feel hope flutter in me, my heart jump slightly and the world decides to slow down, then his dark phase returns and I lose all hope. 
                          
I feel hands wrap around the hem of my shirt, I feel myself somehow tense, imagining my bra being shown to a room full of male wolves. 
                          
"Pull it any higher than where her breasts end I will rip your throat out," His words were soft, violent but affective and I felt a strange feeling erupt within me. Sam and Andrew however share a small look.  Walter nods. 
                          
" One..."
                          
I took a breath. 
                          
"Two..."
                          
I shut my eyes. 
                          
"Three..."
                          
I scream as I feel the stick pierce my insides, the pain pulsing through me, and bad enough for my vision to blur. Hands immediately push my arching back down, while others hold my legs to the cold counter and another pair holding my hands. 
                          
"Walter!"
                          
I feel my shirt lift and bring dry blood along with it, air hitting my stomach. 
                          
"Kyle!"
                          
In less than a second, I feel a cool stinging liquid drop onto my wound and tears of pain burst to my eyes, falling down my cheeks as another scream escapes my lips. I fight against the hands, silently begging for them to stop. And as the pain intensifies I feel something rub against my wound with so much care, and I feel the blood lift from my skin. 
                          
"Andrew!" 
                          
Material is the first to touch my wound, the pain nothing compared to what it was before, but then I feel weight fall and the pain is just as bad, causing another scream. 
                          
"Not that hard you idiot!" Xavier shouts, his hand reaching for me before swerving back to his pocket. I notice Connor throw the shirt to Xavier, and without a moments hesitation his shirt is wrapped around the cloth and my wound and instantly the hands let go of me. 
                          
And as my sobs die, I notice that no sound comes from any one of their mouths. 
                          
"You okay?" Sam says after a moment. I don't bother to nod; I just stare at the ceiling, my heart stammering against my chest. I see Xavier shift beside me his hands clutching the hem of his shirt, before he slowly lifts it up. 
                          
I do my best to keep my breathing steady as I see the hidden muscles that show as he becomes shirtless. Silently, I scold myself for being such a girl. 
                          
"Sam, lift her up and everyone else don't look!" He shouts and I grunt as Sam's arms bring my shirt up. I lose my breath as I feel his hands graze my skin. 
                          
I keep my gaze down to the floor as I feel the air hit my skin.
                          
"The hell happened to you?" He whispers, his skin sending fire along my skin as he traces over where the splinters could be. 
                          
I open my mouth to answer, but instead a shriek escapes as I see him hold a knife. 
                          
"Chill puffy cheeks, I'm going to get the splinters out of your back and then you can run along to some place where I don't have to see your face," He states. I do my best not to freak out as I feel the tip of the knife pierce my skin and a the pain of the splinter dissipate.  
                          
"She doesn't want to go home," Sam says, his eyes trained on the wall behind him, his arms crossed over his chest. 
                          
Xavier tenses, "What."
                          
I sigh, "It's not that I don't want to, it's because I can't." Oh god, even my voice sounded like pain, coming out harsh as I whisper. 
                          
Xavier moves again. "Let me guess, mommy threw out your favourite dolly and now you can't forgive her," Xavier teases, his voice rising to mock me. I shake my head, the action sending a headache. 
                          
"Xavier!" Sam scolds. I imagine Xavier rolling his eyes. 
                          
"Why can't you go home?" Andrew asks, his voice genuinely filled with concern as he too faces the wall. 
                          
"I've been kicked out," I answer, barely loud enough for anyone further than Andrew to hear. Xavier pulls another two splinters out, his actions becoming more rash as he picks another. 
                          
"Oh, so you have to crash for a couple nights then," The easiness in Andrew's tone made me wonder what that would be like; I have no friends. I swallow hard as Xavier brings another out. 
                          
"No, permanently." 
                          
Xavier chucks the knife in the sink, the sound echoing in the silent room. He huffs as he throws the shirt over my head, causing me to grimace. 
                          
"Stay with us."
                          
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