Lost boy
Stiles stayed in lydias barn for the next week. They became closer, spilling all their little secrets and thoughts about life. Every midnight, Lydia would escape out her bedroom window and run to the barn, where she would whisk stiles away from his nightmarish reality and go on adventures about their own personal Neverland.
In their time together, they would find new places to escape every time they left Lydia's farm. Sometimes they would have a grand time at the docks, sharing a beer and playing cards. Other times they would find a huge willow tree in the fields, and climb into its protective arms. In those branches, they would spill their hearts to each other. Any feelings of doubt they had on life disappeared when Lydia and Stiles were together.
It surprised Stiles how easily Lydia accepted him. One night, he just showed up in her barn, but she took him out to the greatest time he had in a very long time. He thought it was because she felt sympathy for him, but in reality it was because Lydia saw herself in Stiles. He was just like her, a lost soul trying to find their place in the world.
It was nearing midnight one day, and stiles waited in the barn, looking through the window, ready to see the spitfire of a girl leaping out of her cage like a Phoenix. Minutes passed, and she never came. Stiles began to lose hope, maybe she finally realized how much of a train wreck he was.
Suddenly, he heard yelling and ruckus coming from the house. He perked up his head, and saw the shadows of Lydia and her father arguing in the window. He knew that the two got in arguments quite frequently, bickering over stupid things such as her hair or his cooking or something as serious as Lydia's future or her fathers health. She had told Stiles that her father came home black out drunk at least 3 times a week, stumbling through the door and yelling his head off. Stiles was concerned for her, but he knew how tough she was.
That was until he saw her get hit to the ground, her fathers hand smacking across Lydia's cheek with strength Stiles would never expect him to have. Anger bubbled up inside of him, and he bolted out the door. As he came out side, Lydia was running as fast as she could out the door, her father stumbling after her slurring words of hate.
"You stupid bitch, I'll get you!" He yelled at her, and Lydia stumbled over her own feet from running. She tumbled over, and Stiles ran to her side. She slung one hand over his shoulders, and he gripped around her waist and helped her study herself out. Stiles saw a red hand print on her cheek, which made his veins pulse with fury even more. "Go get the horse, ok?" He whispered in her ear, at which she nodded quickly and ran to the barn.
"Who the hell are you, and why do you have your hands all over my daughter?" His scraggy voice echoes in stiles' ears. Stiles whirled around to face the sleazy man.
"I'm someone that treats Lydia right. And if you lay one hand on her again, there will be more where these come from." Stiles threatened.
"More of-" he was interrupted by Stiles' fist colliding into his cheek, knocking him to the grass. Stiles wasn't sure where all that sudden strength came from, but when he saw Lydia broken like that, there was nothing he would rather do.
He heard the horse hooves galloping behind him, and turned around to see Lydia, strawberry blonde hair flying in the dim light of the moon. She looked like a queen, riding into battle even after her father had just abused her. The horse came to a stop, and Stiles hopped on. He wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her tight. Not only so he wouldn't go flying off, he also did that so Lydia felt safe and protected.
They galloped off together, leaving Lydia's abusive father behind.
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy," they say to me.
Away from all of reality
(Lost boy by Ruth B)
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The two found comfort under a cherry tree, the blossoms illuminated in the moon light. They both had they're backs against the trunk, and Lydia had her head resting on Stiles' strong shoulder. Her mare grazed peacefully in the grass.
"He's never been that bad before. There's been arguments but he's never hit me." Lydia croaked, breaking the peaceful silence.
"I'm so sorry Lydia." Was all Stiles could say.
"He used to be an amazing person. He would always laugh, and he told the best stories. He would always tell them to me when I got nightmares. Sometimes he would tell his stories in a song. My father was happy. And then it happened."
"What did?" Stiles asked. She drew a shaky breath, trying to prepare herself for her past. Of course, Lydia lived through it, but never told the whole story to anyone. Others knew what it was, but she had never said it out loud.
"We lost a lot of money. Small town farms stopped earning money, and the big ones took over. I didn't get any presents for Christmas when I was nine. We had to make money some how, and my father got into gambling. I knew what it was, but my mother tried to shield me from it. Told me it was just his new job. That was until he bet my first horse. It was the thing I cared about most, I had never gotten anything to precious. We found her in the wild, she was a ferocious thing. My father said it was just like me, a free spirit. But he got to drunk at the bar one night, and bet my horse. It was on my birthday, the man came and took her away. I screamed and cried, and my mother had to hold me and tell me it was going to be okay. Back then, my father wasn't as heartless as he was now. He called it off, and the man he bet with got furious. He whipped out a gun and tried to shoot my dad. My dad panicked, and shoved his hand to the side. The bullet missed him and went straight into my mom." Lydia stopped, and broke into tears.
She let out heaving sobs, and finally let out all the pain she had held in. Stiles stopped and moved her into his lap, hugging her into his side. He drew soft circles into her back, and used the other hand to stroke her hair. He wasn't trying to soothe her, or make her stop crying. At one point, everybody had to break. Everyone had to fall.
But thank god, Stiles was there to catch her.
told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day...
(Lost Boy by Ruth B)
A/N:
So I'm gonna release the description for my new stydia fic on Halloween! And the first chapter will be on Thanks giving. :)
Next one shot is gonna be very fluffy and Fallish yay
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BYEEEEEE❤️
-Lucy
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