Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Shifted

"Look I know you're–" I listen closely to the shake in his voice. "I know your mad and probably somewhere stashing bodies but uhm...I need–I need someone to tell me it's going to be okay. That all of this–that it's going to be fixed."

I gasped for air feeling my eyes shoot open and a cold gust of wind hit my bare skin.

Argent stands above me holding my phone. Forcing me to listen.

"I'm at the hospital...it's–my dad. My dad, Sky. Theo did something–I don't know but he's–there's no knowing–damn it! No, it's Sheriff! Sheriff Stilinski he's the Sheriff!"

There's a pause and he groans. There's chatter in the background before he continues.

Stilinski? Why's he at the hospital? Theo? Jesus how long was I out?

"He might die Sky. I've got no one and he might die. I can't call–." There's another pause. "I've already lost my Mom and I'm going to lose him too. I've got no one left if he...I'm sorry."

And the voicemail ends with a beep. I snatch my phone and save the voicemail.

I take it all in while letting the cool chill of the night attend to my burning skin.

My phone and that voicemail is the first thing Argent used to bring me out of my trance. Pull me out of my haze. My dream.

He looked ahead keeping his hands in his pockets as I did listen to it. And he taught me how to handle these situations.

Actions first. Then emotions. I've got it nailed down.

Argent helps me by wrapping a black trench coat around my half-naked body and I tie the belt before grabbing the water bottle from his hands.

I help myself into the boots placed neatly near me and take huge gulps before placing my hands in the pockets and we both walk in the direction of the parked cars.

"A lot went on," he stated while throwing me the keys. "It's going to be overwhelming when you find out."

"I don't care."

"I figured."

"How long ago?" I asked keeping my emotions pushed back.

"A few minutes. You still have time. Get the ash and blood off first."

I get into the car. Next to me is a folded pile of clothes perched on the seat.

I fasten my seatbelt switching the engine on. I roll the window down to meet Argent's unfazed expression.

I stare at the black smears and red stains my hands are covered in.

"Parrish?" I questioned.

"I'll make sure to keep an eye on him," he assured giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Go."

He exchanges a short nod before I start the engine to speed off. Gotta get this burnt smell off me.

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Contrary to everyone's beliefs I'm a lover more than I am a fighter.

But when it comes to the people I love I am burning down a whole country to make sure they receive the things they deserve.

But when somethings wrong with the people I love my head is clouded. I don't make good decisions.

I'm messy. I'm mean. I get sloppy. But I am hell-bent on finding them and making sure they're okay.

So yes maybe I am a fighter, in many ways but I'll continue loving until hell freezes over.

I once loved Stiles and even when I'm furious at him, if something has happened to him and I'm not there I will make sure nothing gets in my way to making sure I'm there.