Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 27: No accident

" I don't know what that was okay"

Sitting in Scotts bedroom once again, Scott and Stiles sat at the end of his bed whilst I sat on his desk chair. The strawberry blonde had been extremely quiet since the car accident as had Allison, however atleast she spoke when she was spoken to, Lydia refused to look at any of us, it was almost like she was stuck reliving the accident over and over again in her head. Her dark green eyes were peeled open, every now and then she'd pull the duvet up closer to her and breath heavily for a few moments, even as we all sat around her to help, it was like she didn't even know we were there.

      " Well somehow you did help bring them back Sienna but whatever you did also broke Lydia, how do you expect us to believe you again this time?"

I honestly couldn't believe what Stiles said, truly I thought we were past the lack of trust but evidently I jumped at the chance to accept his apology too quickly. My eyes stung from the tears that pricked them, I looked to Scott and to Allison but right now I could decipher a thing from either of them. Once again my life was up in the air and everything was falling out of from under my control. I wanted to leave. I wanted to walk out that door and never come back.

But I couldn't.

My friend was lying in bed and she needed someone to be there for her, even though we were all around her, I knew that she still felt alone. Without another thought, I got up and walked past everyone else in the room and towards the bed that Lydia was curled up in, and as I lied down next to her and placed one arm over her shoulders much like the big spoon, the small almost inaudible sigh of relief that escaped her mouth gave me all the hope I needed in that moment. I closed my eyes and in that moment I knew that did not want to open them ever again, because opening them means facing my problems and I don't want to face them anymore. Derek, my friends, my powers, it's all too quickly becoming all too much.

Warm tears quietly slipped down past my cheeks and rolled off my chin as they sunk into the dark blue pillowcase, my thoughts spiralled out of control and I didn't know how to make them stop, so instead I let my conscious slip away as I lied next to my best friend.

Sun pierced my eyelids as they fluttered open, I could tell it was morning as the light seeped into the room through the open window, my arm still draped over Lydia had gone numb but I didn't care because she needed the comfort of someone beside her. Soft breathes escaped her parted lips and I slowly took my arm away as I sat up in Scotts bed, my eyes that were still adjusting to the light hadn't yet noticed that everyone else was still in the room since last night however they all had fall asleep to.

I didn't want to wake anyone up so as quietly as possible I gently pulled the covers off me and made my way downstairs to get a drink, my throat felt like sandpaper with each breath I took. Silently opening a cupboard I took out the first mug I saw and filled it with ice cold tap water and drank the entirety within a second, but just as I went to refill it, my hand clasping on the nozzle, I heard a noise behind me which caused me to stop abruptly. A subtle but undeniable footstep just meters behind me, once again the fear of Derek planted its self at the pit of my stomach, I didn't want to turn around I didn't want to be back in the situation with him in control. My breathing grew heavy and I could already feel the sweat beginning drip from my forehead. But before another second past I heard the familiar voice say my name just before my thoughts got the better of me. It was Lydia.

      " Sienna. We need to talk"

I rushed to give her a hug, it was the first time she had been properly lucid since the accident and I was so worried for her. I desperately wanted to know what she was going to say but I knew that it would be best if everyone heard it together. And judging by the weary look she wore and constant jumpiness about every noise that echoed in the McAll house, I knew it would be important. I nodded my head and my hand locked into hers as we silently made our way into the bedroom together.

As we got in, fortunately everyone began to stir and within merely 5 minutes everyone had already woken up. Lydia sat at the end of the bed and I sat a little behind her, I didn't want to talk to them but I knew I had to be there for this. Yesterday had upset me, not just because of what Stiles said, but because no one said anything else about it.  Of course I understand it's hard on them, because they're both our friends but in those silent moments yesterday it felt like they all collectively took his side.

However, the main thing is, is that Lydia is okay. But last night, I couldn't help but begin to believe what Stiles had said, I thought I had done something to her, broken her, but I didn't and he was wrong. They all were.

I stared at the floor, none of use really knew how to approach the situation of last night and I could sense the atmosphere getting more tense as the minutes went by. Everyone was surrounding Lydia and checking her a dozen time over but she was back to her normal self already. But we all knew what still had to be addressed.

" What did you see yesterday Lydia?" I asked the question everyone wanted to know. Her head turned around to look at me as she furrowed her eyebrows trying to remember, we locked eyes momentarily before she looked away again.

" I— I don't think I remember everything. Only pieces" Lydia spoke but her voice cracked as she uttered out the words, I placed my arm on her shoulder as Allison crouched down in front of her and held her hands in her own, Scott and Stiles stood just behind the brunette and exchanged warm smiles, silently encouraging her to continue.

" It was Derek..He—He caused the accident. He was there last night." Lydia revealed. As each of us heard the name we all gasped our, reactions identical and the anger began to brew, endangering our friends for what?

I could tell Lydia was getting more emotional as she spoke and everyone else could to, I couldn't imagine what it must of been like for her.

" it's okay Lyds, take your time" Scott smiled empathetically.

But she shook her head, " No. no. You need to know this, you all do. It was him who caused the accident as we were driving, he was just standing there, in the middle of the road but I didn't have enough time to move and I swerved but the car lost control, that's when we crashed. When I came around after, he grabbed me, Allison was unconscious and he pulled me out the car but he left me lying on the road for a while but I couldn't move and I don't even know how long he left me there for. When he finally came back he started asking me so many questions but they were all about Sienna, it was like he wanted to know everything I knew about her. He wanted to know where she was last night, and he got angry when I didn't tell him anything. Eventually he gave up and all I remember is him lifting me up and the next thing I know is me waking up here this morning....I-I don't even remember getting here. "

Again I could feel the distrust coursing through them all, the questions stirring behind their eyes as they looked at me, yet none of them spoke this time. My friends don't trust me. Honestly, I don't even know if I trust me anymore. I don't understand why Derek has such a vendetta against me, I don't mean to harm anyone, I haven't, but it's like everyone else is seeing things so much differently than I am.

A few hours had past and we were all still at Scott's, no one really knew how to approach the subject as no one really knew what they were dealing with. So many things were down to chance now, including me apparently, because secretly they didn't know if they could trust me now, but I knew that already. It was obvious.

I had a few conversations with Scott, Allison and Lydia about everything that was going on but they all said the same thing, trying to reassure me but it felt fake and insincere so I just nodded and smiled and the conversations quickly fell quiet. I wanted to tell them about what Derek said when he broke into my house but I still couldn't find the words to say it, every time I wanted to tell them the worries of them trusting me less circled and I just couldn't do it.

Scott dropped me off home and as I rushed inside, as I slammed the door shut, my feelings rushed to the surface. Tears streaking the makeup on my face once again but this time they weren't inaudible, I slide down the door and sobbed once again, the minutes felt like hours and the salty tears stung my eyes. My head fell into my arms the crossed over my knees as my breaths were heavy but my tears slowed down, I'd cried so much that my chest hurt, my lungs burned and my face was red and blotchy all over, I felt like my world was crumbling and I couldn't do a thing to save it. Just condemned to watch it implode completely.