Chapter 18- Captured

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    I was running and I seen Stiles.
  "STILES!!!!! STILES!!!!!" I yelled at him. He turned around and seen me. He started crying and running to me. We collided with a huge hug. "I love you Stiles. I miss you. I can't believe I got to see you again." I hugged him harder.

    "I love you too, Scarlet. What happened? Where were you? I can't believe I get to see you again, I missed you." All the things they said to me came rushing back to me. I cried into his chest. "Hey, what's wrong? Did they hurt you, touch you, do things to you? Tell me!" He walked me to his car.

    "They beat me, said rude things to me, made me believe things, and the did touch me but I used that as an advantage to get out of that place. I don't know where I was only knowing I was in a cold cemented place." He looked furious. "But Stiles I'm fine now that I'm out and here with you. I get to go home and see my dad and friends." He looked sad. "Stiles what's wrong?"

    "I can't believe people would do that and you had to go through with it. Everybody hasn't been there selfs when you were gone we've all missed you."

   "Can I spend the night at your house? It's late and I'm tired. I just don't want to sleep alone tonight." He looked confused.

   "Aren't you dating Isaac?"

   "I don't know but I was helping him out with his dad. I don't know what I am with anyone. How is everyone?" He hurriedly started the car and drove away. While he did that I bonked my head two times on his car. "WHAT THE HELL STILES!!!!?????"

   "I seen like a dozen of alphas running towards us so I got out of there as fast as I could. Sorry Scarlet." I started to shake viciously. "Scarlet? Hey I'm going to call your dad." I started to freak out more.

   "No......don't.......get........my......dad," I got out scaredly.

   "Hello, my friend she is violently shaking and I don't know why. Yes um were at Beacon Hills High School. Yeah. Hurry please." He hung up the phone and hurried to help me.

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