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"He's not coming to look for you," the man says as my phone dies, "He has more important things to do. Selfish for you to make it all about you, isn't it?"

"Shut up," I warn.

"Because I'm right? The only person that would come looking for you is your father. Oh, wait-"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I scream, putting my hands over my ears.

"Do you forget your place next to me?" He booms.

I scream the most high pitched scream I ever have.

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There's only one creature that could make that noise. A siren. But out of water? It makes no sense. But I continue into the woods on the search for the lost girl. The scream finally stops and I see her, curled into a tiny ball on the forests cold dewy ground.

"Taylor?" I ask.

"Be quiet!" She screams, a sirens call ringing through my ears yet again.

I grab onto her and her eyes bug open. "Mattheo's in trouble." She calmly states as if she wasn't just screaming.

She looks around, confused.

"Stiles?" She asks, "where are we?"

"Forbidden forest." I answer.

"Great, and um- why?"

"How's Mattheo in danger?" I ignore her question.

"What?" She questions.

"You said he was in danger?" I ask.

"I did?" She looks genuinely confused.

Fucking hell.

She feels her forehead, making me see the gash as well. "You're gonna be fine, just keep your eyes open," I tell her.

"Ok," She says, biting the inside of her mouth.

"Mattheo!" I scream, picking her up. As soon as I stand, Taylor goes limp under my hands.

"Shit," I mutter.

"Stiles!" Mattheo yells, running up to me.

I turn away, "She's making you weak."

"No, she isn't." He argues.

"What would you do if I killed her right now?" I retort.

"Well," He thinks, "I'd kill you."

"Do you love her?" I ask.

"You know only weak people love. Dumb question." He snaps back.

"You've never even cared for anyone, Theo. And now we're out here at 3 in the morning, trying to save this- this-"

"Don't say it." He warns.

"Siren!" I exclaim.

"I know," He stessfully runs his fingers through his curls.

"How?" I mumble.

"I don't know." He responds.

"You better figure it out." I instruct, handing him the girl.

I turn to leave, "I do love her."

"I know."

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