Safety 》Liam Dunbar

06; "Is that Liam?"

This chapter- I just, I just can't even put it to words. Just read it. Please?

I sighed tiredly as I leaned my head against the window. My mind drifting to my now wrapped knuckles and head. With my dad's permission and obsesivvly telling the paramedics that I felt somewhat fine, they let me leave along with Stiles.

The ride itself was more awkward than waking up surrounded by paramedics shining a light in your eye.

Other than the brotherly hug and the whole 'thank god you're alive' segment, Stiles hasn't really talked to me. It was as if he was realizing the fact I could've been killed today by whatever that kid was.

Yes, the whole ordeal did, in fact, leave me fidgeting in my seat to this moment. His viscious, bare white eyes staring straight through me in the mirror haunts my brain. People would've thought I was crazy if I told them, even my father and brother would. So I fibbed, saying he went crazy and attacked me.

I don't know if they believed my white lie or not. Since they let me go, I guess they got all the information they got.

Dad strictly told Stiles to take me straight home, noticing the look on my face. I can't imagine how I look, if it's anything like what I'm feeling on the inside them I probably look like a dead vampire.

But Stiles never seems to fully understand the words pouring out of dad's mouth unless it's about crime or money issues. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he pulled into the McCall's household. Typical.

Pulling out his keys, he turned towards me. Opening his mouth, he sighed and shuts it quickly. "Look, I know after tonight you're probably going to be shaken up. I just really need to deal with something here. It will only take a second, but after that I'll tuck you into your bed and watch a movie." He said to me.

I quickly turned to look at him. "You promise?" I asked, trying to contain the smile on my face. We haven't had a movie night since mom died.

He nodded quickly, running a hand through his long hair. "I promise, Care."

"Okay," I croaked out, placing my head back onto the window. Hoping he wouldn't see my face. As he hopped out of the jeep and slammed the door shut the tears quickly escaped. I sobbed pathetically in Stiles' jeep.

Whether it was from the pain erupting all over my body, the haunting thoughts about the monster, or the fact that Stiles just promised a movie night and called me Care. He hasn't since mom died.

Sniffling, I wiped the wet tears away from my cheeks roughly. Breathing in and out a few times, my body seemed to calm down after my meltdown. The only evidence is the red stains on my cheeks and following hiccups.

Stiles knew that movie nights always helped me out as a kid. It was our private bonding time. No Scott McCall invited for once. The last movie night we had was a month after mom died. We both decided it was a must, and for a night, we regained our strength to muster up a smile.

If Stiles back out of his promise, my meltdown will take a turn for the worse.

I sighed as I flip down the mirror. Looking at my pink tinted cheeks, puffy eyes, and runny nose. Breathing calmly, I wipe my nose before applying my vanilla chap stick. Rubbing my lips together, I hummed a tune as I stared right back at my reflection. Making the satisfying 'pop' sound I smile at my reflection.

"Believe you are beautiful and you will be," She smiled down at me, her aging face stretching with her wide smile. She always looked so beautiful and young when she smiled- which was all the time.