Unspoken - Book 2 - S.S.

Master plan

Her mom told her she should try and get some rest and, logically, Diana knew Sabrina was right - she really should be trying to get some sleep, but how could she? Jackson was dead, Lydia had cried herself to sleep in her arms after her and Diana had spent about an hour in the hospital, begging anyone who would listen to let Lydia see her boyfriend but no one had let her at all, Stiles had been missing for hours now and no one had any leads on where he could possibly be - not the sheriff and not Scott or Isaac. On top of that, her mind was willing, spinning in confusion and unanswered questions. Why would Jackson hurt himself that badly? Did his new master made him do it? Why? Or had Jackson suddenly decided to sacrifice himself somehow? And if he did, how did he even have the force of will to do that?

Diana didn't know and killed her. So it came as no surprise that she just kept on rolling around in her bed for at least forty minutes, before she decided she had had enough and that, maybe, she should just listen to her mom and sleep. Maybe all of that was just some type of weird fever dream and when she woke up, everything would be back to normal. No Kanimas, no Stiles missing, she would even take having to endure Jackson's presence in school everyday if it meant the entirety of this day turned out to not have happened at all. It wasn't likely, Diana knew, but it didn't hurt to try, right?

So, with a heavy sigh, Diana rolled around in her bed again, reaching a hand out toward her bedside table for her bottle of sleeping pills that had been laying around with her ever since the attack in the video store a few months before, only to stop when she heard her phone dinging to let her know she had a new message.

Wasting no time, considering all that had been happening, Diana reached for her phone instead, pulling up her new text and sitting up straighter as soon as she read it.

Scott: They found Stiles. He's back home now.

Diana almost didn't believe it. She read the text about five times in a row to try and understand what it meant. Stiles was back? They found him? And he's safely home now? Letting out a long breath of relief, Diana smiled to herself, quietly pushing the covers off of her body as she practically jumped off her bed and reached for the same jacket she had been wearing for the game that night before throwing a heavier coat over it all as well.

"Mom! I'm going out!" Diana called out, struggling to put on her boots again as quickly as she could.

"Where are you going?" Sabrina asked, appearing by the door with a frown as she watched her daughter practically limping around in her bedroom with one high-heeled boot in one foot and nothing on the other as she shoved her cellphone inside her purse and picked up her car keys. "Diana?"

"They found Stiles." She said and just like that, Sabrina understood, a small smile of relief appearing on her face as well.

"Well, okay." Sabrina nodded then. "But he might be a little overwhelmed still, okay? So if he doesn't want to see you, don't push him."

"I won't." Diana nodded, sitting down on her bed to put on her second boot. "I just... I want to make sure he's okay."

"Okay." Sabrina nodded with a knowing smile as she watched Diana focusing on the zipper of her boot. "Text when you get there, then. And don't stay out till late."

"It's already late, mom." Diana smiled a little as Sabrina just scoffed and tapped her hand on Diana's bedroom door frame as she walked away.

"You know what I mean." She laughed. "Just be safe."

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Stiles wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment and, considering he had told his dad so about a million times, he thought it was right to groan a little when there was yet another knock on the door. He stayed quiet, though, hoping that his dad would take his hint and walk away, but when he knocked again, Stiles sighed, standing up from his bed as he walked toward his door and pulled it open with an annoyed frown.