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"You should be scared of me."
Control; Halsey 
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"Stiles," Scott called from where he kneeled beside Sabrina. Stiles snapped out of his daze, noticing the orange haired girl, barely conscious. "Sab," Stiles breathed, tearing his mind from his father for just a moment. He stumbled to where Scott was helping her to her feet. "Stiles," she whispered, her voice cracking. Stiles ran his hands over her hair, smoothing it down and scanning her injuries. Her head was bleeding, along with her knuckles and bottom lip. There was still black under her nose, the same sickly color as the cut on her head. Stiles swiped his thumb across the cut on her bottom lip, before pulling her close to him. Sabrina was crying now. 
"I-I'm sorry," she sobbed, gripping onto his shirt, "Y-your dad, I could've... I could've done something..." Stiles shook his head, holding her face to where he could see her. "It's okay, we'll find him," he told her, but his sentence was empty. There was no reassurance behind it. 
"C'mon," Scott said to them, "We need to get to Derek before she does." Stiles looped one arm under Sabrina's and wrapped it around her shoulders to help her stay on her feet. 
They helped Lydia get back to her car before they all climbed into the jeep. Stiles kept glancing back at Sabrina, who stared out the window, the storm rolling in above reflecting in her green eyes. 
They arrived at Derek's loft when the rain first started. Scott ran in ahead of them and Stiles stayed to help Sabrina out. Her skin had pales considerably, which worried him a lot. She looked almost exactly like the night at the motel, and like Cora earlier that day, who was now hospitalized. 
 "Derek," Scott called once he was inside, glancing back at his friend behind him. He sighed in relief when Derek came around the corner, his eyebrows raised. She wasn't here yet. 
"It's Jennifer," he told the alpha, "Jennifer Blake. She's the Darach." Derek frowned at him, his eyebrows pinching together. Stiles and Sabrina stumbled in and Derek's eyes widened. "What happened?" 
"Ms. Blake took Stiles' dad and nearly killed Lydia," Scott said, "And beat the crap out of Sabrina." Sabrina gripped onto Stiles' shirt harder and he held her tighter, saying, "She's the one that's been doing all of this. Killing all these people- sacrifices." 
Derek didn't seem to believe them, his mouth opening to say, "N-no, she wouldn't do that... She wouldn't-"
"Derek? Are you here?" 
Sabrina's heart jumped when she heard Ms. Blake's call throughout the loft. "Go, just, hide somewhere," Derek said, pushing Scott away and pointing to the back room. Scott quickly helped Stiles hold up Sabrina, both of them practically dragging the girl into the other room, just in time to avoid Jennifer as she entered. "Derek, where are you?" 
"Right here," she heard Derek say. Scott poked his head around the corner to watch their interaction. Jennifer sighed. "Thank God... Something happened at the recital, at the school," she ran to him, gripping his strong arms, "I need to tell you before you hear it, before you head any of it from them." 
Derek tilted his head at her. "From who?" 
"Scott, Stiles, Sabrina- they're gonna tell you things, things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay?" she stammered, "You trust me."