Destiny Of Stiles & Malia

Chapter 2

Stiles POV~

I'm driving home in my jeep with Scott by my side. My fingers thump against the steering wheel as we cruise down the open road. 

"Dude are you okay?" Scott questions concernedly 

"Yeah totally." I quickly respond.

"Okay I know your lying you reek of anxiety." He responded with no hesitance 

"Oh god you can smell that too... how bad is it!?" I ponder, raising my arm up for him to smell.

"Just... what's wrong." Scott chuckles with a serious face

"It's just... we just saved that girls life, Malia, and as soon as I saw her I knew she was the one, the way she looked at me, oh it made my heart just melt. She just looks so scared and I want to know what's going on right now, is she okay?! Will her dad except her?" I say with the most saddened tone.

"It's okay." Scott stutters

"Is it really! Did you see her when she saw Mr. Tate, her face looked so frightened and he looked like he was about to kill someone no joke his face was so terrifying how will she do with him!?" I practically mumbled do to the heavy amount of stress and anxiety weighing on me. 

"Okay. Now take me home we can talk about this later." Scott impatiently screeches, I quickly speed away. 

2 Days Later...........

I'm in my bedroom sitting at my computer desk looking up information about Malia Tate. I'm suddenly rushed over with anticipation, I run out to my jeep and speed for her house. 

30 minutes later......

I arrive at her house. I walk up the creaky house steps and knock on the old door. Heavy footsteps thump the floor but then the door flies open.

"What the hell do you want?" Mr. Tate groans, his breath is a very strong scent of alcohol.

"I'm... I'm here for Malia." I stutter with a confident look.

"She isn't here, for that fact she hasn't been here for about 2 days." Tate slurs

"Wait she's gone!?" I worry for her safety.

"Yeah now get the hell of my porch." Mr. Tate screams while slamming the door close making the whole patio shake.

I slow walk down the driveway but I start to here a soft scream, I listen closely.

"MALIA" I whisper in shock.

I walk closer and closer to the frantic scream until I stumble upon the doors to a cellar. 

"Malia?" I whisper

"Help me..." I hear Malia croak

"I'm coming!" I scream, I try to pry open the doors but they won't budge, I realize that i'm locked away from Malia and she may die down there...