𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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"Traps"
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Ollie was honestly just very tired.
The darkness was wrapped around him like a thick, suffocating blanket. He could feel a weight in his forehead, like a headache without any real pain, and sucked in a deep breath to try and stay alert. Ollie had actually slept alright during his stay at the hospital, although that may have just been because of the drugs they gave him for his anxiety.
Oh, and pain. But mostly anxiety.
He didn't like the feeling in his gut. He felt as if he were walking through a haunted house, not knowing if the next turn would bring something gruesome. He was stumbling in the dark, and Ollie didn't like that.
Stiles grabbed onto his hand, squeezing it reassuringly, relaxig Ollie enough for him to shoot the boy a tight-lipped smile.
The Hale house loomed over them like the kind of dark castle you saw in fairytales. Ollie groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wished that they could have swung by his house to grab his baseball bat before they came here, but he also knew he would probably get slapped if he suggested it... so he kept his mouth shut.
"She came here?" Stiles asked, skepiscm lacing his tone as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You sure."
"Yeah, this is where the scent leads."
Ollie nodded, "this is what I saw. Something's been here-" he stepped over a root, eyeing the house cautiously. "Something."
"Has Lydia ever even been here?" Katrin asked, her hair practically glowing in the dark as she shot the Argent girl a look. "Did you guys ever have any fun walks in the forest together?"
Allison shook her head. "She's never been here with me... maybe she came on instinct. Like she was looking for Derek?"
"You mean looking for an Alpha." Scott corrected, earning a barely visible head tilt from Allison. "Wolves need a pack, right?"
Ollie gently tugged Stiles along, the boys venturing forward as Ollie kept his eyes peeled for anything that made the knot in his stomach tighten. He hated not knowing what was going on, it freaked him out on a whole other level.
Apparently Stiles could sense that, as he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Hey, are you okay?"
Ollie averted his gaze slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm fine. I just have a bad feeling about this."
