Wounded Heart

Chapter 16

"I'm fine Scott," Allison rolled her eyes for the final time in an attempt to get Scott to stop pacing the hospital floor.

"No you not fine," Scott said, walking to the side of Allison's hospital bed, reaching for her hand. "This has never happened to you. Something bad is going to happen. The balance is about to tilt, I can feel it." Scott sighed as he sat down in the chair he had placed there earlier. Allison smiled and brought Scott's hands to hers, pecking them with a kiss.

"I love you, that's all that matters. I'll be here for whatever happens supporting you one hundred percent." Allison said as her chin lay on their entangled hands and stared into Scott's charming brown eyes. Scott smiled and leaned in, embracing her in a kiss. Allison and Scott smiled through the kiss and laughed as they pulled away. "So where is Lydia?" Allison asked as she looked around. Scott smile faded.

"She said she was coming back from the graveyard. That she'll meet us at home. She called and told me that it was something she had to do." Scott answered plainly, frowning a little. "It just sucks that Jackson died. I mean can you imagine how different everything would be."

"I know. Jackson would have been one hell of a man. He was already an amazing guy and just imagine how greater things would have been for him." Allison said as she sat up and faced Scott, letting her legs dangle. "But I think it's good for Lydia to take this day off every year. Remember and let herself grieve."

"Yeah," Scott trailed off as he looked at the ground. Allison perked up and ran her hand trough his hair once before placing it back to her side.

"What's wrong?" she asked frowning and looking down, trying to see Scott's eyes.

"It's just," Scott began. "He became like a brother to me." Scott's mouth quivered. Allison eyes grew slightly bigger and her eyebrows raised. This is the first time Scott has ever mentioned Jackson on his own. "He was one of my best friend and I," Scott said as he started to break and let the tears come. Allison immediately stood up and kneeled next to Scott, hugging him and letting him cry. "I miss him." Scott buried his head into Allison's neck as she stroked his head and he just sobbed. After two year he was finally letting someone know how he has felt about Jackson.
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Lydia looked into her rear view mirror as she pulled up to the house. Lydia turned her head to the back of the car and saw Melony sound asleep. Aiden was right, she looked exactly like Jackson except for the hair. Lydia sighed as she pushed the car door open and slammed it shut. She grabbed the sleepy child and walked inside the house, setting her keys in the entry key hanger. Just as she took the first step up the stairs, Malia walked in.

"Oh hey," Malia said as she closed the door and looked up at Lydia.

"Hey," Lydia smiled as she looked back. Malia started to walk off and Lydia started to climb the stairs again when she heard Malia's footsteps coming back.

"Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. It's just I know you and Stiles have a history of some sort and I don't want to get heartbroken. I..." Malia said before she was cut off by Lydia.

"No it's fine," Lydia said as she walked back down the stairs. "I completely understand. And you don't have to worry about me and Stiles. We haven't seen each other in years and I'm sure he has changed as have I and I...he's just...he just knows how to comfort me but it's nothing like that." Lydia said as Melony squirmed in her hands.

"Thank you, really. I really needed to hear that." Malia said as she smiled. "And you have a beautiful girl. She's haut like Jackson." Malia said as she backed away with a huge smile on her face.

"So I've been told." Lydia said as Malia backed away. "See you around."

"See you." Malia said. She then turned completely around and walked out to the back house. Lydia walked upstairs and set Melony down in her little bed and closed the door. Lydia looked around and sighed as she petted her dress down and walked to her closet. She grabbed her second favorite button up shirt of Jacksons (a navy blue one) and put it on. Lydia then studied herself in the mirror and saw a reflection of herself smiling back at her as Jackson smiled into her neck. Lydia quickly looked away and grabbed her favorite button up shirt of Jacksons (a teal one) and jumped into bed, snuggling it close to her body, breathing in his scent.
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Stiles slowly opened the back door, the floor creaking as he took his first steps. He scrunched his face and made his way to the kitchen and opened the cabinet in the darkness. He reached for a cup and suddenly the sound of cups shattering all around him. Stiles turned and reached his hands out, stumbling clumsily trying to catch the cups. Well, he thought to himself, Allison is going to kill him. He set down his cup in frustration when he heard the almost silent sobs coming from the living room. He walked there slowly and peeked in. Lydia sat on the couch in a crisscross position, playing with a shirt within her fingers.

"Lydia," stiles said slowly. Lydia jumped and looked back, giving him a weak smile.

"I figured it was you." Lydia said smiling a little bigger. Stiles looked at her and raised his eyebrow. "The cups, I figured it was you." Stiles smiled and nodded his head.

"Yeah well," he said. "What can I say." Lydia smiled back at him and then looked down again. "So. What's going on?" He asked her. Lydia took a deep breath and let it out before turning around and shook her head.

"I just can't believe how weak I have gotten." She said, not looking up. " you know I never believed in misery, until it was me who was lying on the cologne soaked sheets, mascara running down my face...crying, gasping for air as if my life depended on it, wishing he would come home." Lydia said as her bottom lip quivered and grabbed Jacksons shirt and held it tighter to her skin.

"Lydia, you aren't weak. You're the strongest person I know. I don't know how you keep it together after all you've been through. I mean, look at me," Stiles said pointing at himself. "I ran off when things got hard for me, when I thought everything was falling apart. But now that I'm back and heard of what you've been through, I just look like a loser. I can never go through what you did. I would completely absolutely go insane." Stiles finished, smiling a genuine smile to Lydia. Lydia wiped away her last tears and jumped up with the biggest smile plastered on her face and ran into Stiles arms, her arms wrapping around his neck, giggling as she still cling on to Jacksons shirt, sending him stumbling back towards the kitchen table as he grabbed her by the waist. Once Stiles bumped into the table, he regained his balance and stopped fumbling backwards. That's when Lydia leaned her pink luscious lips towards Stiles ears, millimeters away from his skin that he could feel her breath down his neck, sending chills down his back, making his legs feel weak, and whispered,

"That is why you are my Stiles." Stiles opened his mouth but his mouth went dry and he couldn't get a word to come out no matter how hard he tried. "That is why you will always be a huge part of my heart." Lydia continued. She quickly then pecked him on the cheek and ran for the stairs. And just as she reached them she turned back and said it without hesitation. "I love you, you're the best." She then ran off and left a dazed Stiles dumbfounded and...enchanted.