This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 22

It was as if I was being thrown off a cliff into a pit of sharp rocks with man-eating sharks ready to tear my limbs apart. My sister's words echoed in my head over and over again.

"I did it. I did it. I did it."

I heard the words perfectly, but I could not process or believe them in their entirety.

My flesh and blood and my best friend; my sister was the cause of my near-death experience.

I blankly stared at her, words unable to slip through my frozen lips.

"Lydia, did you really?" I hear Allison say.

I slowly gaze past my sister to see Allison, Boyd, Erica, Scott, Deaton, and Derek all standing behind her and sporting a shocked expression similar to the one I'm sure I'm wearing as well.

My guilty sister was standing within a ring of astonished faces.

"I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did! Vanessa, just listen to my story.", she pleads to me. She takes a step in my direction and reaches for my hand, but I quickly take a step back as if her mere touch were fatal, reasonably so.

Her face twists in sadness at my rejection.

"Vanessa, please, just... Hear me out," she pleads once more.

She takes a breath and then, begins her tale.

"The day you met Stiles, you smiled the whole way home; you had a genuine happiness. You were literally glowing! I tried to get you to explain your joy, but you wouldn't tell me. The next day at school, Stiles came to me in the morning raving about how he met you the day before. How amazing you were. How you spent the whole afternoon together doing all these things. How he was going to meet you after school that day at the park again. I was shocked, astonished. Stiles had never before spoken to me before and the first time he does is about my little sister. That day after school, I went into your room to get answers; to know if what he had said was true. You were packing up that basket you always carried with you. I ask you where you were going. You told me the park. I asked you why. You said you were meeting a "friend" and as I asked who this friend was, you tried to disguise your blushing face and refused to answer. I, however, kept pestering you until you finally gave in. You said you were going to meet a boy named...Stiles. Hearing his name sent a wave of anger through my body. Little did you know that I was head over-", she stops, looking at Stiles nervously. I know she doesn't want to expose her feelings to Stiles than continued her story.

"When you told me you were going to see him, it infuriated me... I was filled with jealousy. I didn't even know how to respond, but when I finally did, I told you all these lies about him: that he's rude, mean, and terrible. I told you almost everything l possibly could to get you to stay home that day, but you disregarded it all. You told me he was sweet, kind... funny. You told me he'd compliment you and keep a smile on your face effortlessly... and it killed me. I could feel a hole in my chest growing by the seconds. I mean, It wasn't like I liked him or anything. I just didn't like the fact that you- that he wasn't wrapped around my finger like everybody else."

She's lying. She's completely bullshitting. I don't want to out her on the truth, but at least I know it. I'm positive that everyone around senses her lie as well, but no one comments as she continued.

"Once you finished packing, you looked at the clock and said you were going to be late. You rushed out of your room and ran to the stairs. I followed you out, and once you reached the stairs, you stopped to pick up a crayon that had fallen out of your basket. As I watched you, something came over me. I can never quite explain it, but it was like a sudden rush of rage. Like I wasn't even myself anymore. As if some outside force had taken over my body, and before I knew it, while you were crouching-"