Touch pt.2 | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ

"You are not taking that away from me. I'll kidnap you myself if I have too."

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"Arlo!" Derek yells from downstairs, instantly making the Lynx shoot up in her bed.

"Arlo, get down here now!" Derek yells again, knowing that his cousin would go straight back to sleep.

At the urgency in his voice, Charlotte rips the blanket covers from her body and quickly runs out of tue room, letting out a loud 'fuck' when she almost slips down the stairs.

As soon as she gets to the loft door, she instantly spots her girlfriend staring straight at Derek, an angered expression across her face as her fingers start to twitch at her sides.

"Lyds?" Charlotte asks, her tone full of unease.

After a few seconds of silence from Lydia, the Banshee opens her mouth, letting out a deafening scream, shaking the entire loft.

Derek and Braeden instantly cover their ears, their eyes shutting tightly as they wince at the loud high-pitched scream.

However, Charlotte quickly stumbles forward, her arms spread out as Lydia starts to fall forward, her screaming stopping as the redhead grows extremely pale.

The Lynx quickly catches her girlfriend in her arms after she passes out from the Banshee scream, her eyes wide in panic as she checks over Lydia for anything else that could have made her pass out.

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Lydia's eyes snap open as the ringing in her ears completely stop dead, her eyebrows instantly furrowing as she looks around the place that definitely isn't her bedroom.

Suddenly, Charlotte's head is hovering over her own, instantly making Lydia relax and smile up at her weakly.

"Had a dream last night that I got ritually sacrificed by a doughnut and got shot with a nerf gun by Puss In Boots." Charlotte hums, nodding her head a little before she leans up, making Lydia let out a small laugh before she sits up.

"Why am I in your room? Did you kidnap me?" Lydia asks, tilting her head slightly in confusion as she wraps the comfy blanket around herself for warmth.

"Nope. But you, however, did kinda proclaim Derek's death. You know, the usual weekend type of thing." Charlotte replies with a small wave of her hand, making Lydia grow pale.

"You're not worried?" Lydia asks, her voice  growing shaky.

"I would be if it were the first or second time... but it's the fourth time he's 'died'... okay, yeah, I'm worried." Charlotte nods when she sees the look on her girlfriend's face.

"Huh, I wonder if Malia knows..." Charlotte thinks to herself with a small hum before she sits on the edge of her bed, subconsciously pulling Lydia towards her and wrapping her arms around the redhead.

"Arlo?" Lydia asks, her eyebrows furrowed slightly in guilt.

"Lyds?" Charlotte asks in reply, glancing down at the Banshee in question.

"I'm so sorry about keeping the whole 'Malia being your sister' thing a secret from you." Lydia mumbles, resting her head on the Lynx's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it." Charlotte shakes her head a little, smiling as Lydia starts to play with her hands.

"No, Arlo, I shouldn't have kept it a secret- and make everyone else keep it from you both either-" Lydia starts, only to be cut off when Charlotte gently raises the redhead's head up so the two can make eye contact.