|How Strong Are You Now?
Author: TCGeek PM
Though he told himself he was ready, it only took that one day for five years of preparation to unravel. And as fate nearly crushed Derek Stiles in the palm of its hand, he was forced to realize that maybe, just maybe... he wasn’t so strong after all.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Drama - Derek S. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 39,240 - Reviews: 45 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 04-21-11 - Published: 08-14-08 - id: 4472556
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Okay, so, this is that story I've been so excited to start. It's not a request, is going to be a couple chapters, and starts with something I've never done before - a prologue!
I will warn you right now, this is going to be pushed straight to M because of later chapters, but this one is free from any of that stuff.
I am so effing excited right now. (is freaking out)
So yeah - second chapter is already done and so is the third, but I'm working with them so Idk when they're gonna be posted. Also, the story is going to skip around a LOT, so just try your best to hang on and if you get confused, feel free to note me or something.
Until then just hang tight, and enjoy this. I hope you guys are going to like this as much as I hope you do. :)
Chapter 1 - Prologue
It only took the surgeon one look at the tears swimming in Angie's eyes to bring him to the same state, feeling a prick at his own instantly. Unable to believe the circumstances that had brought them to this point, he summoned every last bit of strength in himself, finding it the absolute hardest thing to do at that moment – but this was how it had to be.
For her, he had to hold himself together.
He watched with a heavy heart as she took a staggering, sobbing step forward and collapsed into him, unable to be strong for a second longer. Catching her, Derek bent and grabbed under her knees, lifted her into his arms, and lowered onto the couch right behind them. His arms wrapped around her as tightly as they possibly could without hurting her, his cheek resting against her forehead. A tear slid down his face as he listened to her cry helplessly, the once unbreakable woman he had grown to love reduced to nothing but a fragile ball now curled in his lap, hands clutching onto him for dear life.
"Angie, p-please… don't cry…" was all he could bring himself to whisper, shifting his face to kiss her forehead as he gently rocked her, his arms holding her protectively.
He knew it was his fault she was crying, but after everything that had unraveled lately, Derek knew that he couldn't keep what he had done from her – that keeping secrets would do nothing besides bring him the misery he had been fighting for years.
"I'm sorry, Angie… I'm so sorry…" he whispered, voice shaky from tears. "I-I just… I don't know what I was thinking…"
Angie raised her head up to look at him, her tears having stained his shirt generously. She nodded softly but continually took in shuttering breaths, unable to stop crying after hearing the near unbelievable news that had come from Derek's lips just minutes ago. Her eyes remained locked with his, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions that were fighting to control her thoughts.
"I'm s-so sorry…" he whispered again, trying to stifle the first sob as it passed through his clenched teeth. He bit his lower lip and held his breath as his eyes implored hers for forgiveness, hoping that he was worthy for her love anymore, especially after this.
But even though he had said enough, he knew he still had to be completely honest.
"I'm s-sorry for hurting you… b-but, I'm not sorry f-for what I d-did…" he said adamantly, tears streaming down his face as he tried to stifle yet another sob. "I'm n-not… I'm n-not s-sorry!" When he saw her begin to sob again he lost it right along with her, her blonde head resting on his shoulder, eyes still on him, yet his were closed. Though he knew she was looking at him, Derek kept his eyes closed, hugging around Angie for dear life when she curled back up into his chest and began to sob once more.
"It's g-gonna be okay, Angie…" he whispered, rubbing her back gently. "It is. It's g-going to be o-okay…"
There was a slight pause before Angie looked up at him again, not even bothering to brush away the generous amount of tears that had stained her cheeks.
"H-How do y-you know t-that…? H-How could this POSSIBLY be okay!?" she asked, needing his reassurance right at that moment more than any other time in her life.
But he faltered, unsure of what to say. So much had happened – so much devastation, tears, and heartbreak had paved the way to that moment, and as he wondered just how he could possibly reassure her, he couldn't help but think about how they had gotten there in the first place.
Aahahahaha (evil cackle)
So excited. :D
See you next chapterrrr!