Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

19. KIDDNAPED

Lydia

Cool breeze left from long and cold winter sneaked into warm summer dawn. First sunbeams scraped through the window, lighting a pale skin of a strawberry blond haired girl. Her green eyes were closed, her chin on her chest. Although she was fast asleep, her hand's grip was strong. She was holding hand with a boy on the bed.

  Her eyes flashed oppened by the sound of phone ringing.

  "Yes?" she answered after a few rings, still sleepy.

  "LYDIA! Oh my god! Where are you?"

  Lydia froze. She left her home to meet Jackson, and haven't contact her mother since. That meant ms Martin didn't know what happened to her daughter for about twelve hours. Oh god.

  "Jeez, mom, I'm so sorry! I totally forgot!"

  "You totally forgot! You forgot to greet me when you came from the sleepover, you left the house and never came back! Now I'm not even sure it was a sleepover! I called the police, you know!"

  "Mom -"

  "Did you as well forgot that taking drugs is bad for you or something?"

  "Mom!" Lydia yelled. "Stiles's been hospitalized, he's in coma and they are not sure is he going to wake up."

  Silence.

  "Oh", uncomfortable breath. "Oh, okay then. Come home as soon as you can."

  End of the call.

  The room door oppened and a young doctor entered.

  "Sorry miss, but I think you need to leave now."

  She found no point in fighting - or flirting, as the matter of fact -, so she just took her purse and left.

  She desperately needed something to distract her thoughts off Stiles. Something or... someone. No, she shook her head, it was really not a good moment.

  You, Lydia, mess up everything you touch. Everyone you touch. Jackson. Aiden. Malia. And now Stiles.

  She fell into her Toyota, crying.

  Come on, Lydia. Look, you shouldn't care if people see you cry, all right? Especially you.

  Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry.

  That's what he told her when he found her crying. He promised he'll listen to what she needs to say. And never came back. Later she found out he was saving Derek's life.

  Her tears dried. There was no point in them. She was already sick of crying. That was all she did. Crying and calling for help. Never could do something herself. She was sick of that, sick of being so weak. Lydia Martin raised her head high and wiped the tears away.

  She was driving for a few minutes when she got to inhabited part of Beacon Hills that led to suburb where her house was. The car suddenly started to lose it's speed and she figured she was running out of petrol.

  She stopped the car by the road, preparing to call someone. She took the phone out of her cream coloured Prada bag.

  It was 6:05 am, and on her lock screen she noticed she had twenty missed calls from her mother, even one from that idiot of her father. Oh well, being the only child.

  Just when she was ready to call roadside assistance, she felt something grabbing her from the back. She didn't even have a time to scream, when someone's hands pulled her out of the car. Something solid hitted her head, and in a matter of seconds, she was out.

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She woke up with dull pain in her head, like someone was trying to crash her skull from the inside. She left out a quiet sob when the pain got worse while lifting into sitting position.

  Lydia looked at herself. Her boots and dress were dirty and torn, her bag was gone. There was no thinking about what her hair looked like.

  She looked around the room she was in. That wasn't even a room. It was something like a warehouse, by the looks of it, not used in ages. At least not for it's true purpose. Everything was dirty and muddy, colourless walls covered with pipes. There was also an empty rickety mattress, with shredded sheets that looked more likely to be used for cleaning animal stables than to sleep on. There was one other mattress, with no sheets. Also there was one bunk bed with no mattresses and no sheets. Despise the fact she was on dirty floor, Lydia was pleased she wasn't placed on any of those.

  And finnaly, there were doors. Rusty, metal, seemed not to be oppened in forever, but doors. She rushed to them and pulled. Nothing. She even pushed, but doors remained still as they are not doors at all. She fell on the floor again, helpless.

  Tears were stinging her eyes, but she pushed them back. Not again. She will not again panic and wait for someone else to save her. Ahe will not again be the damsel in destress. Maybe she didn't have claws and fangs, super strenght, katana or a bow, but she was a warrior.

  Stiles had none of the above, she thought, and yet he was maybe the bravest person I've ever met.

  But, again, what could she do? There was never time to answer 'cause the door oppened.

  Through them came the dirtiest man Lydia ever saw. It was like he never even heard of word shower. Or hairbrush, she thought. His greasy hair was long and tangled, filled with leaves and twigs. Around him spread a smell of mud and sweat. He seemed young, around twenty. If he would for a year do nothing but take a shower, wash his hair, calm his hair, brush his teeth and change his clothes regularly, he could look okay. Maybe even handsome, Lydia was trying to think about anything besides this situation. Maybe just a way to get out of it.

  He didn't close the door behind him, which gave her a possible chance to escape.

  The Dirty Guy smiled with his toothless mouth. It wasn't a pleasant smile. "Our sleepin' beauty finally woke up", he said indistinctly. "Ya slept well?" She shivered by the tone of his voice.

  He tilted his head. "Can ya talk?"

  "What do you want from me?" Lydia asked, her voice trembling.

  He laughed. "We can discuss about what I want", he saw the scared and disgusted look on her face. "But I'm sorry, hon', none of that will happen. I was paid to get you. Nothing more. My duty ends here", The Dirty Guy smiled, showing his one black tooth. "Of course, I could ask if I can have you as a bonus prize..."

  She quickly stood up, knowing sitting gives her less chances to win a fight with him. At one point, she wished to find out more about who kidnapped her, but that would possibly mean she would lose her chance to escape. She attacked, throwing herself on his weak spots, like Jordan taught her. He dodged her easily.

  "Really, sweetheart, is that really the best of you?"

  She ignored his provocative comments and attacked again, less obvious this time. She faked going for his stomach, and instead kicked his undefended jawline. His head fell back and for a moment he was helpless. She used it and kicked him in stomach for real this time. He fell on the floor, and she punched him in the head one more time and he was knocked out.

  No time to lose, she stood up and ran to the door. They were still oppened since The Dirty Guy entered. She ran through them and followed a filthy narrow hallway that led away from the room she was captured in. There was a few turns, but no crossroads, thank god. She was running for maybe a minute when she finally reached another rusty door. She tried them. They weren't locked, and they opened. She fell through them, desperate for fresh air.

  But she wasn't outside. She was in a room as dirty as the one before, and three pairs of yellow werewolf eyes were staring at her.