Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ

"Wow, the Beauty and the Douchebag."

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"Hey man, what's up?" Scott asks as he answers the phone, momentarily moving the device away from his ear to check the time, 12:27am.

"Stiles? Hey, Stiles? You there?" Scott asks when he hears complete silence.

"Scott?" Stiles' shaky voice speaks up quietly.

"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Scott asks in concern.

"Scott, I don't know where I am or how I got here... I think I was sleepwalking. Arlo's here too- she's sleeping right next to me on the floor... she looks really pale and..." Stiles tells the werewolf, who's eyebrows furrow.

"Scott, she doesn't look like she's breathing- she looks dead." Stiles adds, his voice cracking as tears fill his eyes, making Scott go wide eyed.

"Okay, umm, what else can you see? Just tell me what you see?" Scott asks, quickly getting out of his bed.

"Uhh, it's really dark... and it's hard to see. I think- I think there's something wrong with my-" Stiles starts before the line goes dead, instantly making Scott look down at his phone.

"Hey-" Stiles' voice comes through again.

"Stiles?" Scott asks.

"This is Stiles, and you missed me. Leave a Message." The voicemail recording goes over the phone, making Scott quickly end the call.

After a few seconds, he calls Stiles back, quickly putting the phone up to his ear as he waits for his best friend to reply.

"Come on..." Scott trails, bouncing on the heels impatiently before Stiles picks up.

"Stiles?" Scott immediately asks.

"Scott, I can't get out of here. I can't move. I've tried calling Arlo and getting her to wake up but she's not listening... Scott, she's not waking up and I don't know what to do." Stiles tells his best friend with a sob.

"Do you know where you and Arlo are?" Scott asks.

"No, I don't know. It's too dark and there's something wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something- I think it's bleeding." Stiles sniffles.

"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it?" Scott asks, only to receive no answer.

"Hey- Stiles? Can you hear me?" Scott asks, growing worried that his best friends are somewhere unknown and that Stiles is bleeding and Charlotte apparently looks dead and isn't answering.

"There's some kind of smell down here. It's really bad, my eyes are watering." Stiles speaks up, his voice breaking.

"Okay, I'm gonna call your dad-" Scott starts.

"No! No, no, no. Please don't." Stiles quickly speaks up.

"But- your dad-" Scott starts.

"Promise me you won't call him. Please- he already worries about me too much, Scott." Stiles cries.

"But what about Arlo? She needs help." Scott reminds him.

"If she's asleep, she won't even know this happened." Stiles tells him, his breathing going slightly heavier.

"What if she's not asleep though?" Scott asks, his heart clenching at the mere thought of Charlotte being dead.

"Don't say that. Please don't say that- she's only sleeping she's not... she's not dead." Stiles quickly denies, his voice quick and frantic.