*beep* *beep*
Stiles is save. He's here
A sigh of relief escaped my lips. The text is from Mr. Stilinski. I don't know why he has my number, but I'm happy that he has. "Guys, Stiles is save. He's home," I told mainly Scott and Isaac. We were at my house with Derek and Peter, apparently there is something here what Peter needs for a new plan to take Gerard down.
Scott nodded, telling me that it's ok if I leave to see him. I gave him a smile, not bothering to tell Derek that I'm going to Stiles. I haven't forgiven him for working along with our uncle, that tried to murder him and has murdered our sister.
A few minutes later I knocked on the door waiting for Stiles or Mr. Stilinski to open the door. I tap my foot impatiently on the floor. "Hey Alicia, glad you're here. Stiles is in his room. You know the way," Mr. Stilinski said opening the door further so I could walk inside.
I basically run up the stairs and take a deep breath before knocking on Stiles' bedroom door. "Dad, I said I'm fine," Stiles said in irritation not opening the door, so I knocked again earning a loud sigh and a few grunts before the door finally opened.
My eyes immediately scanned over his face. A deep cut covered his right cheek and a huge graze the other. "You're father let me in," I told him barely making a sound.
He nodded not avoiding my staring eyes. I took a step forward pushing him slightly so we could go inside. "What happened to you?" I whispered closing the door.
"Oh, uh - yeah, no, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. I'm fine," he muttered, not giving me much of an answer.
Tears welled up in my eyes, I should've killed Gerard when I had the chance. I should've ripped him in pieces before could've hurt anyone. "Stiles, it's not fine. It was Gerard wasn't it?"
He looked away, silently agreeing. "I should've stopped him when he threatened me. I should've killed him, I- "
Stiles grabbed my shoulders staring deeply in my eyes. "When did he threatened you?"
A tear escaped my left eye, which Stiles gently brushed away with his thumb. "R-right before you made your first goal. He told me if I wouldn't give him Derek, he would hurt you. Scott told me I should keep an eye on you, and I didn't. It's my fault, I was too busy with Jackson that I forget about looking out for you. And now see what happened he hurt you a-and - "
Stiles interrupted my blabbering by hugging me tightly. I sobbed silently in his shoulder, not being able to hold my tears back. It's all too much right now, Stiles got hurt, watching Lydia's grief, Peter back alive and Jackson's death. At some point it's enough.
Stiles gently rubbed my back, patiently waiting for me to calm down. "This isn't your fault ok. You couldn't have stopped him. The guy is sick, wicked," I nodded letting go of his embrace.
Someone knocked on the door so I turned around and opened it not bothering to clean the make-up of off my face. My jaw dropped as the person knocking on the door isn't Mr. Stilinski, as I expected it to be, but Lydia martin. I quickly embraced her noticing the tears forming in her eyes. "I'm so sorry," I apologized, not only for her boyfriends death, but also about all the secrets and lies I had to tell her.
"it's ok. You have to read this," she said showing me her phone. My eyes grew wide as I took my own phone out of my pocket. 20 missed calls and a text. I walked over to Stiles and showed it to him.
Jackson is alive. come quickly and bring Lydia!
"Hey Lydia, how much do you know?" I asked her putting my phone back in my pocket.
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Little runner § Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"Run!" That was what her mother was screaming at her,.. those were also her last words. Screams that filled the air, and the smell of burning flesh was all there was to smell. She turned around and did what she was told, she ran. Far away from t...
