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𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄
oh, but that's the irony. broken people are not fragile

THE STILINSKI CAR pulled up outside a large, historic building that had metal fencing wrapped all the way around it, meant not for keeping people out, but for keeping the people inside it

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THE STILINSKI CAR pulled up outside a large, historic building that had metal fencing wrapped all the way around it, meant not for keeping people out, but for keeping the people inside it.

"Oh, hell nah!" Kaleb shook his head.

"That place is practically oozing bad vibes," MG agreed with his vamp-buddy.

Lizzie scrunched up her nose. "Please never say 'oozing' again."

Stiles' mouth was slightly agape as he turned to look back at his dad. Noah only offered him a pursed-lipped smile before averting his eyes back to the mental asylum his son would be staying in for a while.

Stiles paused for a few moments, clasping his hand around the strap of his bag. His eyes never once diverted from the haunting structure as he and his father stepped out of the car and approached the metal gates.

Stiles slowly shook his head, pushing away any thoughts that resembled discomfort towards his choice, knowing that he needed to be locked up tight and unable to harm any of his friends.

Elena was frowning deeply, feeling sorry for the boy. He didn't deserve to go into a place that looks severely haunted.

"Yeah... no." Enzo shook his head. "Gives me the same vibes as the the Augustine project building."

Damon's eyes widened as he shot Enzo a look. He swallowed, fear gripping his chest. He doesn't want Elena or anyone else to know that he was held hostage and experimented on for five years.

And of course, his sweet, beautiful girlfriend can't help wanting to know everything. "What's the Augustine project?"

Enzo's brows shot up on his forehead as he stared Damon head-on. He wordlessly asked, 'you didn't tell her?' before shaking his head and swallowing thickly. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, love."

Elena frowned, glancing at Damon but round him looking at the screen stoically.

The sound of an engine rumbling had brought Stiles out of his thoughts, him and his father slowly turning around to face Scott and Hope as they quickly dismounted the McCall's bike before approaching them.

"Yes!" Caroline shouted, "please don't let him do this to himself!"

Stiles' face twisted in discomfort, his mind instantly recalling to the previous night and how he brutally tortured his best friend by mercilessly twisting the sword that was impaled in his abdomen, and remembering how he almost killed Hope. A gut wrenching surge of guilt coursed through his chest, images of her screaming in rage and exhaustion. He remembers trying to possess her, he remembers her fighting so hard against him, and he remembers slamming her head harshly against the wall that it made a thud.

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