𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟽𝟿《𝙾𝙷, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝙾𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

After getting a very panicked call from my brother Stiles and I leap out of bed, rushing straight to my house as Stiles gets a call from his confused father. I push open the front door and we're immediately met with a frantic Scott.

Instead of sticking to the situation at hand, my brother's eyes immediately zero in on the Star Wars graphic t-shirt that I'm wearing instead of the white sweater he saw me leave the house in earlier.

"Where did you get that?" Scott blurts out and I roll my eyes.

"Stiles spilled his drink on my sweater so he gave me this to wear as a replacement. Isn't it wonderful?" I smile sarcastically at my brother, slowing down my heartbeat with my magic so he can't tell I'm lying.

"Hey! That's my favourite Star Wars shirt" Stiles objects to my slander and I raise my brows at him.

"You have more than one of these?" I question in disbelief.

"Yes, Natalia" He huffs out in irritation.

"Please get rid of them" I plead desperately.

"I will not get rid of my Star Wars shirts" He argues.

"Stiles" I whine childishly.

"Natalia" He retorts.

"Will both of you stop it?" Scott snaps, falling back into his previously panicked state and forgetting about my wardrobe malfunction "What have you told your dad?"

"Like I said, I told my dad everything I could" Stiles refers to their earlier conversation on the phone as we follow Scott to the stairs.

"But you didn't tell him about Liam?" Scott asks.

"You barely told me about Liam! What did you do with him, anyway?" Stiles retorts and I look at my brother expectantly.

"He's upstairs" Scott drawls off awkwardly.

"Doing what?" Stiles questions suspiciously and Scott stops at the bottom of the stairs, turning to us with a sheepishly expression.

"...Lying down" Scott answers hesitantly.

"Wolfie, what have you done?" I demand in concern.

He lets out a sigh and gestures for us to follow him, so we follow his lead up the stairs and into his room. We walk straight through the room and to his bathroom where he pauses at the door before pushing it open.

I enter the bathroom first with a confused frown but it turns to a look of horror when Stiles strides past me and opens the shower curtain to reveal a scared Liam.

The young boy's whole body is wrapped with duct tape, another piece covering his mouth and he is frantically wriggling, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Oh my God" I breathe out in disbelief.

Strong arms are wrapped around me and I'm physically pulled away from the distressed boy in the tub, Stiles ushering me over to the bed. I sit down silently and he sits next to me, Scott sitting down on the other side of him.