Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 32

Charlotte

As I walked, I did the only thing I could, I thought, for the first time in a week and a half I let myself think about what was actually going on.

My phone had died and I had ran out of money, I now had no bike.

I just got into a car accident because I was distracted by the voices in my head.

Which had somehow stopped, the voice had disappeared, it was as if he had fulfilled his purpose and he decided to leave.

The knees on my jeans had been completely ripped and my hair had been knotted by the blood that had now dried to my scalp. Dry blood covered half of my face as I had had a fracture on my forehead and a bloody nose. My lip had been busted and I had more broken bones than I knew of.

I hadn't showered the entire time I had been off my meds because I had more important things to do. I didn't really have time to eat or drink so I was malnourished and dehydrated.

It took me a full hour to walk home as I was so far away.

I had lost my keys so I tried the door handle but it was locked, I groaned in frustration, I didn't want to deal with having to see Liam.

I used the palm of my hand and slammed loudly on the door, I was expecting him to be asleep but after about four loud slams I heard the lock click and the door opened, Liam answered.

At first, he looked confused as to who was banging on the door so loudly at nine o'clock in the morning but it took him less than a second for his expression to changed from confused to mortified.

I walked past him and into the kitchen, he slammed the door and followed me, he stood in the door way with the same expression on his face.

I opened every cupboard in the kitchen, looking for anything that could put my brain at ease.

"Do we have any alcohol? I tried to buy some the other day but the cashier wouldn't let me, I even offered to blow him and he still refused, like how dull must you be to refuse a blow job in order for alcohol? I mean, I would've thought that would be an easy win." I rambled.

Liam didn't say anything so I looked away from the cupboard and saw him looking towards the living room.

It was then that I saw what he was looking at.

Theo, Stiles, Amy, Cora and Fiona were all sat on the sofas in the living room staring at me with the same look as Liam.

Now I was mortified.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." I laughed to myself as I turned back to close the cupboard, I leaned against the counter facing them.

"I mean, I think we basically have." Fiona said.

"What the hell happened to you?" Amy asked.

"This dude tried to fucking kill me, I mean, he tried to flatten me but I swerved and then I hit a wall." I shrugged.

"Where's your bike now then?" Liam asked.

"I left it there.."

"You what? Theo asked.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? Pick up the pieces and carry them?"

Liam walked over to me and the others stood up and walked into the kitchen. I suddenly felt ganged up on.

They all walked towards me with straight faces and I almost cracked a smile as to how ridiculous they looked.

I backed away regardless, I walked backwards until I hit my back on the wall and there was no where else I could go, they surrounded me.

"What the fuck?" I asked but they didn't answer.

"Stiles?" Amy asked, obviously they all were aware of something that I wasn't.

"Got it." Stiles assured.

Then Theo, Amy, Cora and Liam all charged at me.

Amy and Cora held each of my shoulders, pushing me back into the wall and Theo and Liam did the same with my legs.

I tried to thrash my body, trying to break free from their grip but I couldn't.

Then Fiona walked over to me and held my head in place with one of her hands on my forehead pushing my head back into the wall and one on my chin keeping my head still.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I exclaimed but again was ignored.

Stiles walked closer to me and reached into his pocket, I heard the familiar rattle and immediately knew what was going on.

I was at first confused, where the hell had they gotten more pills? My prescription wasn't due for at least another three weeks. But that confusion was quickly subsided as fear raked through my body.

I screamed, ripping my throat and making my vocal cord dry, I once again tried thrashing my body about but I had literally been pinned to the wall.

On any other day, I would've been able to put up a fight but because my body had worked so hard to repair itself, I was sort of worn out.

I looked at Stiles and then tried into the one tactic I knew worked all too well on Stiles.

Emotion.

I made my eyes become glossy, threatening to let out the tears that I had built up, I made my bottom lip quiver slightly and I sped up my breathing making it look like I was scared.

However, he didn't stop walking towards me, he seemed prepared for this trick.

Fuck.

He stood in front of me and pulled the pills from his pocket, there was two bottles, my antidepressants and benzodiazepines, he grabbed the bottle of water from behind him, which I hadn't even noticed and pulled a pill from each container.

"Will you take these?" He asked.

"Fuck you guys, you're supposed to be my friends, my family. This is bullshit." I said without taking my eyes away from Stiles's.

Fiona made sure that my mouth was open wide enough and Stiles didn't waste any time in putting the two pills in my mouth, I was so close to spitting them out before he spilled the water into my mouth, spilling it all down me and onto the floor.

Fiona forcefully shut my mouth and tilted my head back, I tried to hold them back, I tried to spit them out but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't, my neck was strained and my throat was burning.

After at least a minute of me staring daggers at Fiona through the corners of my eyes, my body couldn't take it anymore and I was forced to swallow them.

A real, genuine, tear fell down my cheek and I felt everyone's grip loosen on my body until they had completely backed off and I was left staring at them.

My eyes stung with tears and there was so much that I wanted to yell at them for but I could feel my mood shifting, only slightly but it was enough to make me realise that I was screwed.