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       was it supposed to hurt this much? coming back from hell, correction being dragged back , had taken much more out of her than she had expected. The Harvelle woman had positioned herself in the farthest back corner of the dive bar and allowed her head to sink into her hands. Her head was heavy. The tension that held in her shoulders made them ache with every movement. If she was being honest every inch of her body had ached but there was a job to do so she had forced herself out of the run down hotel room she had been staying in. 

      She heard the glass touch down against the tabletop, but didn’t bring herself to meet the eyes of her guest. She hadn’t been expecting anyone. Hell, few had known she was back and less than a hand full had known her location. 

All Stiles had wanted was a nice night out with friends. Just some alcohol and some dancing, then a nice night’s worth of sleep. So of course, within twenty minutes of getting to the club all his friends were smashed and out on the dance floor. Stiles was only moderately tipsy and definitely in no mood to dance with the man who had taken the empty seat beside him. The man (Ted? Tom? Who knew.) had immediately launched into details about how he wanted Stiles, and despite his love for sex in public places, there was no way he was going to the bathroom with this guy. He reeked of beer and every word he said made Stiles feel nauseous. And so of course his friends were nowhere to be seen, and Stiles’ own pleas of “Leave me alone” were not enough to deter the man.

     Branches whipped his face and Griffin batted them out of the way as he stumbled out of the woods. His sides heaved and the first gasping breath caught in his lungs brought on a fit of coughing that had his head spinning and knees shaking. Still doubled over, wheels approaching on pavement had the boy jerking out a thumb as his other arm hugged his ribs. Breathe you idiot. BREATHE! Griffin managed one deep ragged breath, then another, each gasp ripping through his chest as he fought to compose himself. He heard the car slow to a stop.