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A loud ringing noise that came from the night stand, right next to Ivanna's bed was heard loudly, awakening the brunette, her jumping up, her still in a sleepy state.
Ivanna groggily reached for her phone, her lazily swiping across the screen, placing the phone by her ear, not bothering to look at the caller, boredly mumbling out a response.
Ivanna sighs out, tiredly responding. "Whoever you are, you better have a perfect reason for waking me up."
"H-hey, Ivy–––i-it's me, it's Stiles." Stiles breathlessly whispers.
Ivanna frowns, her slowly getting up. "Stiles? Why are you calling me so late?"
"Why are you even calling me over the phone? Don't we live the same place?" Ivanna confusingly asks.
Ivanna awaited on a response, but got none.
"...hello? Stiles? Are you there?" Ivanna concerningly asks.
"Uh...ye-yeah, i'm here." Stiles sounded distracted.
"Stiles, what's going on?" Ivanna concerningly asks.
"I-i don't–––i don't know where i am, i don't know how i got here, i think i was sleepwalking." Stiles fearfully says.
"What do you see?" Ivanna then calmly asks.
"Um, it's dark, it's hard to see, i think something's wrong with my-." Stiles was saying, but then the call got cut off.
"Stiles!"
Ivanna then looks at the phone, her then quickly trying to call him back, but it went to voicemail.
"This is Stiles, you missed me, but, i'll get back to you, only if you're Ivy-."
Ivanna sighs out, whispering out. "Seriously, Sti?"
Ivanna tried once again, her whispering to herself. "Come on, come on, pick up, pick up."
"I don't think i can move, Ivy...it's, i don't know, i don't know, it's so dark inside here, i can't see much, and something's wrong with my leg, it's stuck on my leg and...i think–––it's bleeding!" Stiles panicked scaredly.
"Okay, okay, all right, um, i'll call your father and-." Ivanna nervously says, her heavily breathing out.
"No, no, don't call my father, please, don't, he already worries way too much for me, please don't, don't do this, promise me that you won't." Stiles pleads over the phone.
"But, Stiles, i think it's-." Ivanna tries.
"No, Ivy! Don't! Please, please, please don't! Promise me." Stiles pleads.
Ivanna then sighs out. "O-okay, i won't, i won't tell him, i'll just get Scott-."
"No, no, don't, don't tell him." Stiles demands.
Ivanna frowns in confusion. "Scott's your best friend, i think i should-."
"No, no, no, don't, don't, please don't! Ivy, please! Don't call him, i want you to find me, i know you can, please." Stiles pleads.
Ivanna sighs out. "Stiles-."
"No Scott, no Lydia, no Isaac, no Allison, no Derek, no one, don't tell anyone, please find me, Ivy, please!"
"I have to shut off my phone." Stiles then whispers out.
"Stiles? Why are you whispering? None of this is making any sense, you..." Ivanna trails off in frustration.
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DREAM COME TRUE, STILES STILINSKI
Fanfictionever since camden lahey, the oldest lahey sibling, had died, ivanna and isaac lahey had become victims to their father's abuse, but stuck with each other no matter what. even becoming werewolves together. the only ones ivanna kept close to her was h...
