𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Connecting the Dots

"Uh, hey Sarah. It's Wes... again. I, um, just wanted to let you know I got home safely last night. You didn't though. Melissa said you disappeared right after your shift so where are you? I-I'm starting to get worried." I pause, leaning into the phone in my hand. "Okay, uh, call me when you get this. Love you."

It's been a little over a week since the rave and Sarah has been around less and less every day. Maybe it's karma for all the times I've stayed out over the last few months, most likely worrying just as I am now, but I really wish I knew what to do. Last time, she seemed to dig herself out but I don't know how a round two will end.

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply as I stand from the couch. The house is completely silent other than the usual background noise from the TV and the occasional creak from whenever I step over the floorboard near the stairs. Well, it's always quiet but for some reason, this feels different. More eerie and depressing, especially with how things have been with Sarah. At first, I gave her the benefit of the doubt, I left her alone because I'm the one who made her this way again. But now I can't help but wonder if I should be doing more. I'm trying to keep my relationship with Allison afloat after having to sneak around, I'm trying to help my best friends stop a killer, I'm trying to find out who I am... what I am, but it's not enough. I can't stand being in this house anymore. At least not right now.

I grab my bomber jacket from the kitchen chair and head out the door, locking it behind me before walking over to Stiles' front porch. I unstuff my hands from my jacket and knock on the door. A few seconds later, Noah answers.

"Hey, Wesley. How's it going?"

"It's, uh, going I guess," I respond, playing with the keys in my hand.

He sighs before letting me in. "She didn't come home last night, did she?"

"No, she didn't. How'd you know?"

"No car in the driveway." He says, pointing at the empty spot outside of my garage.

I nod. "Right. Stiles upstairs?"

"Yeah, I'll walk you up." I nod as he starts up the stairs. "Your eye's looking better by the way. A few more days and I'd say it'd be like nothing ever happened."

My lips stretch into a closed smile as we stop at Stiles' door. "Thanks. I'm definitely ready for it to go."

He returns the friendly smile before announcing my presence. "Wesley's here."

Stiles looks up at us from a pile of books. "Hey, man. What's up."

"Needed to get out of the house; what are you doing?" He glances up, seeing his dad still in the doorway.

"Homework." My brows draw together, but I don't question him as his dad nods at us before stepping down the hall.

"Alright, come look at-"

"Wait, it's spring break." Noah interrupts, poking his head into the room again before stepping inside as I pull another chair next to Stiles. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Ya know, just satisfying my own curiosity." He answers as I watch him flip through the pages of the 2006 Beacon Hills yearbook.

Stilinski reaches past us and closes the yearbook. "We brought Harris in this morning for questioning. I mean they brought him in."

"And?"

"And they're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders."

"He's connected to all of them?" I ask, hooking my arm over the chair.

He nods, leaning against Stiles' desk. "Enough of them."

Stiles narrows his eyes at him. "With what proof?"