Tomorrow's Promises

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Before Teen Wolf

Song of the Chapter: She Doesn't Sleep - Anthony Amorim

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The storm got louder with every five minutes that passed by in the town of Beacon Hills during the early hours of Saturday night. The rain falling hard upon the locals homes, wind causing tree's to bend over with it's vastness and lightning, lighting up the sky as if the sun were out from each flash.

Lydia Martin, strawberry blonde beauty and Beacon Hills High School's 'Queen Bee,' lay in her bed with the captain of the lacrosse team, Jackson Whittemore, her oh so gorgeous and defined boyfriend, watching 'The Notebook.' Much to Jackson's distaste however.

Scott McCall, best friend of Stiles Stilinski and Victoria Drake, stood in his bathroom brushing his teeth, reading over lacrosse books, determined to make the team this year, instead of benched with Stiles and watching everyone else be cheered on to victory.

Stiles Stilinksi, well he did what Stiles always did best. Pester his father, Noah, who in fact was the Sheriff of the town, while he worked on a few reports in their kitchen. But that was until the Sheriff's phone began to ring loudly, forcing Stiles to shut up his constant chatter.

"Woah, hang on-" He got cut off by the other person on the phone. "Valerie. Slow dow- Val!" He demanded. There was a slightly longer pause on the Stilinski side of the phone call, Stile's watching as his father's eyes widened. "Alright. I'm heading out now. Yes, I will let him know." This was now catching Stiles' attention even more.

"What's wrong with Mrs. Drake?" Stiles questioned, concern in his voice knowing that didn't seem like a very positive conversation. Sheriff Stilinski took a breath, thinking how to gently put this onto his son, while he grabbed his Sheriff's jacket and the keys to the car. "Dad?"

"Tori's missing." Sheriff sighed. "She told Valerie she was tired and was going to sleep. She just went to check on her but her bed was empty and the front door was wide open." This caused Stiles' face to pale.

"She's sleepwalking again." Stiles stated grabbing his car keys and rushing to the front door, reaching for his phone to call Scott.

"Hang on. That's not all. You might want to grab a spare jacket and clothes." The Sheriff stayed awkwardly, just a tad. Stiles looked at his father confused. "Her mum found her clothes left on the floor." Stiles' face froze in an awfully shocked position, his own body not knowing whether to heat up and turn red or lose all colour and fade him to a ghostly white. But not even having time to process that decision, Stiles ran back to his room, faster than he's ever run the minimal times he got to participate in lacrosse, to grab one of his shirts, a pair of socks, his jacket and a pair of sweatpants.

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Stiles

"She just stripped?" Scott asked me, surprised beyond belief. Seriously, we've known Victoria for how long. My god.

"Yes. Scott. But she did leave on her bra and panties. Remember when we were like nine, and we all had that sleepover in my backyard in the tent? Tori grabbed her blanket and put it on like a cape and ended up climbing the neighbours fence and just sat there." I recalled to my best friend, glancing between him and the road we were driving on while in search for our third.

"I can't believe she didn't fall over." Scott chuckled a little remembering what I was talking about. "Didn't she undress another time too?" I nodded my head to him.