This is the sequel to a book I wrote called Apparently I Have Dissociative Identity Disorder so if you haven't already read that then I highly recommend you do before reading this.
So in a few chapters through it there are some inappropriate interac...
A/N: Hello readers as I said I'm here to warn you. I'm warning you of a scene that involves a dance and if you don't know what that entails then your probably too young so ask your parents, guardian, or whoever takes care of you. There's also some inappropriate interactions and now please injoy and read on at your own risk.
~~Stuart~~
We just pull into the parking lot of the eye care center and my Uber driver asks, "Is this right?" I roll my eyes as I get out and start walking to go into the building.
I open the door going up to the receptionist and tell her "I'm here for a well needed eye check and I already called Dr. Connors sooo."
The receptionist smiles and responds, "You know where to go" I say as I go to the waiting room "Yep."
I've been here for a few minutes and my name finally gets called and I follow them to a room. After I'm now waiting for Dr. Connors and speak of the devil, he opens the door and asks, "So Stuart how are those eyes?"
I tell him "Their fine, they just can't see shit." He chuckles as he shines a light and I retort sarcastically "I'm interested to find out if you, shining that light in my eyes make me more blind."
The light leaves my eyes and I immediately rub them as he tells me "Let's get your eyes checked out then." He opens the door as I follow.
~~timeskip~~
~~Stuart~~
I'm now looking at the different assortment of glasses to pick one out and I settle on a pair of simple black rimmed ones.
They adjust them to my face, and I walk out being able to see at last. I see my Uber girl and hop into her blue car.
She looks over at me about to say something but stops so I say "What? Did I leave you breathless or maybe I'm the cat that got your tongue? . . . At least . . . not yet."
She punches my shoulder playfully and starts driving. I turn back on the music but I find a different song and blast the volume full blast.
We just pull into the driveway, and I tell her "You know I'm going to go to a bar after I get my wallet if you want to join?"
She looks at me weird again before asking "How exactly do you plan on getting in a bar being under 21?"
I didn't hear all the question as I already started going in the house to look for my wallet and I find it was in the same spot I left it at.
I smile going back downstairs and I open the door to see that she left. I shrug saying out loud "Her loss." I put my wallet and my phone in my pockets as I start walking to a bar.
~~timeskip~~
~~Stuart~~
It's later in the day by the time I find a decent bar and I walk up to the bouncer dude who asks "ID" I pull out my wallet showing him my ID and he nods stepping aside letting me through.
I walk over to the bar and take a sit asking "You got something strong? It doesn't have to taste good."
The barista comes over and makes a drink sliding it over saying "It's your funeral." I smile as I retort sarcastically "At least I die happy."
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I chug it down and go over to the dance floor.
~~Lydia~~
I just get home and I'm really worried, so I decided I'll call the Sheriff. I press call on the Sheriff's number and thank God he answers "Hello?"
I tell him "Hey Mr. Stilinski." He tells me "Lydia, I've known you awhile now call me Noah. What's up?" I explain my concerns about Stiles "Umm well Stiles was acting really, really off today, he made me take him to a doctor's appointment to get his eyes checked and then he never said my name.
He called me cupcake and then told me he was going to a bar. . . . I'm not sure if I should have said that. But either way I'm worried, did he hit his head and suffering from a concussion?"
It's quiet on the other line as I hear a heavy sigh and soon, he says "Stiles was going to tell you guys but it seems he didn't get the chance and now I'm going to find Stiles."
He hangs up and I'm more confused now than before I called. I'm thinking about what the Sheriff said about Stiles wanting to tell us something and what does he mean didn't get the chance. Couldn't he have told me at any time.
~~Stuart~~
I'm dancing like a lunatic and soon a girl comes up to me asking if I want a lap dance.
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I nod as they push me down onto the couch by my shoulders as then swing their leg over practically sitting on me and then start dancing.
Afterwards I'm still sitting on the couch when a middle-aged man in a uniform walk up to me and I ask, "Aren't you a little too old to be a stripper?"
He says "That's because this is a real Sheriff's uniform and I'm taking you home . . . Now!" He doesn't let me talk as he grabs my arm dragging me out and shoves me in his police cruiser.
We're driving as my eyes start feeling heavy and I fight sleep as we pull into the driveway. I open the door stepping out as I nearly fall to the floor as I try to walk up the drive the Sheriff comes up grabbing my arm helping me inside and I slur over my words a bit as I tell him "Yo. . Yor strong for an ol guy."
He walks me up the stairs and to my bed moving the blanket as he helps get in bed. He also helps take my shoes off and my heavy eyes return.
This time I give in to sleep as I hear "Sleep tight Stuart." The darkness envelops me, and I let sleep take me.
