RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
MOTEL CALIFORNIA (trigger warning: mentions of suicide)
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"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell." ---
The bus pulls up to the Motel Glen Capri and as I look out the window, I'm immediately turned off by it. It looks exactly like a motel you see in a horror movie, and the situation is all too similar to almost every horror movie plot I've heard of. I step off the bus behind Stiles and Scott, my bag over my shoulder as Scott muses, "I've seen worse."
"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks him.
Coach, who's standing in front of us with keys to motel rooms in his hands, blows the whistle. "Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow," he announces. "This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up – choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that?" Unfortunately there's no resounding agreement. "Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
Stiles and Scott move past me to grab their keys, but I can't stop staring at the building. A feeling washes over me.
Unease, indescribable dread and...a feeling like no one ever really leaves this place.
"Lydia? Ainsley?" Allison's voice cuts through my thoughts.
I shake my head, glancing back at Lydia, who's staring up at the building like I am. "I don't like this place," Lydia says and I nod in agreement.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place," Allison chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "It's just for a night."
"A lot can happen in one night," I muse dryly as we make our way toward the motel.
---
Lydia and I stand behind Allison as she opens up the door to room 217, the one the three of us will be staying in for the night. I glance across the way, finding that Stiles and Scott are in room 213. Allison seems to notice, too, and shares a smile with Scott before she fully opens the door and steps inside. Lydia hesitates for a moment, but follows her after a moment, however I can't shake these awful feelings in my stomach, especially the one that doesn't feel like this stop at this very motel was at all coincidental. I inhale sharply, glancing around inside the room as I roll my top lip over my bottom lip.
"You're really freaked out, aren't you?" Allison asks, interrupting the feelings that I've been honing in on.
I look up at her and lick my lips, shaking my head. "I just...have this feeling that coming here wasn't an accident," I answer honestly.
"What do you mean?" Allison presses as she shakes off her jacket. "Like we were supposed to come here? Like fate?"
"I don't know," I reply, looking around the room. But that's the only way it can be explained, so I nod. "Yeah, something like that."
