❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter fifteen ☪︎
❛deal with the devil.❜
It was just like the old days Val thought, until her phone kept vibrating. It was the most simple miracle she could have asked her for. Of course, it piled on more questions to answer but the closure of her was enough for the moment.
"Are you gonna get it?" Rowan asked half-hidden under a blanket.
Val shrugged and planet the screen face down. "I've got more important things to do," she smiled back at her friend. The rain pummeling down outside hissed under her words.
Rowan dove over and snatched the phone with a smirk on her face, diving back before Val's swing could make contact with her.
Rowan sucked in her lips. "Who is Stiles?" She chuckled, her mouth gaping open as her fingers slid down across the screen.
Val lurched for the phone and brought it close to her face to read under the darkness of the night.
Stiles
4 missed calls
Hospital. Now.
The witch's face contorted into confusion as her teeth sank into her lip. "He needs me at the hospital," she mumbled regretfully scanning over all the possible reasons for concern. Her heart sank at the idea of him being hurt by her coming too late to help him. Straight after, images of her other friends flashed beneath her eyelids. The pouring rain and the girl sitting in front of her beckoned her to stay inside but the sinister feeling growing inside her that he was in pain sucked her in.
Rowan"s grin stretched from ear to ear. "Go!" She patted the sofa. "Then when I get back I can hear about him," she winked.
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The ride to Beacon Hills Memorial was excruciating, to say the least. The rain practically submerged her car and made the roads horribly slippery. Endless water distorted her windshield and the sinking feeling that she couldn't get in contact with her friends was ripping her apart. The countless times she called them each time resulted in an ugly beep from her phone making her groan in frustration from that and never moving at the lights.
After what felt like a year, she let the rain drench her clothes as she sprinted under the walls of the Hospital. Even inside she didn't feel safe. The material of her clothes clung to her skin adding extra weight to pull her down. Her hair plastered down onto her back and thick drops of water splattered on the ground with every determined step she took. Defying the full parking lot outside that forced her to park straight in front of the building, the inside was absolutely deserted.
