Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Please, I've been shot many times before, it's gotten to the point where it doesn't hurt anymore."

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"Arlo?" Lydia's voice brings Charlotte out of her thoughts, making the Lynx jump a little and look up at her.

"Hey." Charlotte sends her an awkward smile, making Lydia furrow her eyebrows a little.

"What's wrong?" Lydia asks her.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte repeats with a small scoff, shaking her head a little before she stands up.

"What's wrong is you attacking my cousin and bringing my dead dad from the dead." Charlotte replies, her tone slightly snappy, making Lydia purse her lips.

"I didn't mean to-" Lydia starts.

"I mean, well done for pulling off the damn near impossible. I applaud you for that." Charlotte nods, keeping her eyes on the ground instead of on Lydia.

"But?" Lydia asks.

"Did he make you do it? Peter?" Charlotte asks, finally looking up at the redhead.

"You mean the one who attacked me?" Lydia asks, slight aggressiveness to her tone.

"Well... yeah." Charlotte nods.

"And he's your dad. Did you know that he was gonna attack me that night?" Lydia asks, raising her eyebrows a little.

"Do not blame me for that. I stopped him from killing you-" Charlotte starts, a slight glare on her face.

"Then don't blame me for bringing him back!" Lydia cuts her off with a scoff.

"Why would I want to blame you?" Charlotte asks with an incredulous scoff.

"Because you blame everyone for everything." Lydia replies in harsh tone of voice.

"Where is this coming from? Peter still wondering around in your head?" Charlotte asks her

"No. Maybe, you're just the problem." Lydia snaps, making Charlotte raise her eyebrows a little.

"Oh wow. That one... that one hurt. Yeah..." Charlotte trails, scratching her head a little.

She closes her eyes tightly when she feels her eyes start to well with tears, needing them to go back down.

"Arlo?" Lydia asks in a quiet voice when Charlotte moves away from the redhead, looking like she just came back to reality.

"Yeah?" She asks, thinking she needs something.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean-" Lydia starts.

"Oh no, no, it's okay. Honestly, Lydia." Charlotte waves her off, her eyes back to being trained on the floor.

"No 'Lyds?'" Lydia asks in an upset tone.

"I've gotta go and meet Scott and Stiles at the station." Charlotte tells her, ignoring Lydia's question.

"But-" Lydia starts.

"Lydia, just go inside." Charlotte snaps unintentionally, her heart dropping when she sees Lydia's face drop.

"No hug?" Lydia asks with a small sniffle, making Charlotte shake her head a little.

"No. Not right- not right now." Charlotte stammers, pursing her lips when she looks back up at Lydia, making the redhead nod.

Charlotte waits until Lydia gets into her house before she walks in the direction of the Sheriff's station, her mind racing with questions.

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