Run away || a stydia fan fiction

7. An unexpected visitor

Lydia's pov:

(Domestic abuse trigger warning)

It's been three days since I told Stiles
about my traumatic experience, and we haven't shared once more word about it. It was now the second last day of our trip, and I was planning on telling Allison and Scott tomorrow tomorrow before we left. I didn't want to put a damper on the happiness they had here. Their smiles were so bright, and they were more in love than I've seen them in years. Unfortunately, Stiles and I had already lost that vacation spark. We'd been somewhat avoiding each other. We still talked, hugged, and kissed, but it was all very brief, and awkward. Allison had noticed a bit of change in our behaviour, but I told her that everything was fine.

Stiles walks into the bedroom as I'm texting Kira on my MacBook. He rubs the back of his neck, and sighs.

"Hey, Lydia, could we... Talk?" He asks quietly.

"Oh, yeah sure." I reply, shutting my laptop and leaving it on the desk I was sitting at.

He sits across from me, on the bed, and bites his thumb nail anxiously.

"I was just wondering if we could talk a bit more about... You know. If you're alright with it."

"Okay. What do you want to know?"

"What did you do? I mean, I know that you didn't leave, but what did you do to cope?"

"I wrote in my journal. Mostly poems, sometimes simple paragraphs, spilling my emotions. I wrote a few about you. They made me feel more hopeful that you'd hold me in your arms, just one last time. It was my way of... Holding onto you, I guess. I wrote down the memories we shared, which were the only things I had left of you."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me." He whispers, looking down at his hands which are folded in his lap.

"Don't feel guilty, Stiles. You didn't know- how could you? I know you're here now, though. That's all I need."

"I'm never gonna leave you."

"I know."

"Why did you stay with him?"

I think of a way to explain it, that he'll understand. Saying it out loud sounded ridiculous, even to me. "I told you, I was scared. I also loved him though. I told myself that he was having a bad day, and that it was okay for him to take it out on me, which I know it wasn't, but that's what I felt."

"Oh."

"I know you probably don't-"

I'm cutoff by my phone ringing. I look at the screen and find Matt's name.

"I have to take this." I inform Stiles, leaving the room.

I slide to answer his call once I'm in the hallway, and ask "hello?" even though I know it's him.

"Meet me outside the beach house." He demands.

"W-what? You're here?!" I whisper, tip-toeing down the stairs. I sneak to the front door without being caught, and slip on my lavender flip flops.

He hangs up the phone, and sure enough, I open the door to find him standing there in the driveway. The sun is setting in the background, and he has his arms crossed around his chest.

"Matt, what the hell are you doing here?!" I exclaim, approaching him. "How did you know I was here?"

"You never removed your phone from Find my iPhone." He explains.

"You creep! What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? More like what's wrong with you. You humiliated me in front of all my friends and family to run off with some scrawny guy I've never even heard of! You really think he can make you happier than me?" He shouts.

"Yeah, I do. He respects me as a woman, and knows what you did to me. He's going to protect me no matter what."

"You little bitch! You promised not to tell anyone." He yells before throwing a punch at me.

His fist collides with my cheek, and I topple over in pain, holding my palm to the area he hit.

"You-"

"Save it."

He kicks me hard, knocking me to the ground, and runs away when I scream for help.

I lay on the warm pavement for a moment, pain rushing over my body, and I think of Stiles. I think of his smile, his laugh, and the warmth of his hugs, and for a split second, it relaxes me. I almost forget that I've just been attacked by my ex-fiancée.

I manage to build up the strength it takes in order to pull myself up, and I limp to the front door. As soon as I enter the house, I find Allison and Scott standing in the front hallway.

"Oh my gosh, Lydia! What happened?" Allison gasped. "We heard screaming."

They both stare at me in complete shock, and Allison brushes her fingers through my hair.

"M-Matt..." I stutters, tears swelling my eyes.

"He didn't do this, did he?" Scott asks.

I nod, pressing my eyelids together as the visions of the pain flash through my mind.

"Come sit down." Allison instructs me, keeping her arm around me until we stop at the kitchen table and she pulls out a chair for me. I sit down, my body rigid and numb.

Stiles comes trudging down the stairs, and stops in his tracks when he sees me.

"He did this, didn't he?"

"Yeah..." I mutter.

"Is there something you know that we don't?" Scott asks, as Stiles crouches down in front of me, taking my hands into his.

"Matt abused me throughout our relationship." I admit.

"Oh my gosh, Lydia, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you ever tell me?" Allison asks, placing a kettle filled with water on the stove.

"He made me promise not to. He hit me today because I told him that I said something to Stiles."

"I'm reporting him to the police." Stiles says, reaching for his phone.

"Stiles, please don't." I plead.

"Lydia, he needs to be punished for what he's done, okay? He'll get what he deserves."

I debate for a moment, then agree. I'm done with being scared of his reaction.

Allison places a mug of Earl Grey tea in front of me, and wraps her arms around me from behind.

"We all have your back." She whispers, resting her chin on my shoulder.

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Author's note:

Well, that escalated quickly. Thanks for reading!