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Lydia jolted forward. She was wrapped tightly in the bed covers and was suddenly very aware of how much sweat was on her body.
She winced at the slight burn of the sweat on the thin scratches on her chest. It was hard to move.
"Shit." It defiantly hurt the day after. Something she was used to, sure, but the blood was something she never expected to deal with. Then again, she never really expected Theo to scratch her, or really even hurt her either.
Just thinking his name made her arms close around herself.
A loud snore sounded from the floor, and Lydia didn't need to look to see who it was.
Stiles chose to sleep on the floor last night, even though Lydia offered to sleep in the other bed room or on the couch, but Stiles insisted.
"No, please. Sleep in here. I want you to feel safe," he had told her. She did feel safer, truthfully, but she hadn't expected him to sleep next to her on the floor.
If it was possible, the snoring got louder.
"You sound like a lawnmower," she tried to talk over him. "How would you even hear if a burglar came in?"
He didn't budge.
It was difficult to step over him without him noticing, but she managed to slip into the bathroom and remove the borrowed shirt and the bandages. The mix of blood and sweat was gross and sticky, but it looked better than yesterday.
Profane words rushed to her brain apon seeing herself. The bruising was so dark, she was afraid to touch it. It was more black now than purple.
The bathroom door jerked open.
"God, sorry," She turned to see Stiles in the doorway. His breathing was slightly panicked even as he looked right at her, but as soon as his eyes met hers, he looked away. "I was worried when I didn't see you in my bed."
She rushed to grab the borrowed shirt and cover her bare chest. "Hey, it's okay. Did you...um..."
"No! No, um, no. I didn't see anything. Uh." He stammered before shuffling awkwardly out of the doorway and back into his room. "Let me get you some more clothes. Do you need soap or anything? Wait, duh. Let me get you some soap. Shampoo too."
Lydia smiled. She was so entertained by his nervousness that she had forgotten about the shower.
Only his hand rounded the corner of the door frame, holding some type of evergreen shampoo and Old Spice soap. The rag and towels were slung over his arm. "Hey, you might smell like me. I don't really buy any of that girly soap."
"Come on. I sweated all in your All Time Low shirt. If that can smell like me, I can smell like you for a while."
"Yeah, yeah." He was grinning and covering his eyes as he tried to pass the bathroom door and make it into the living room. He muttered a couple of "crap"s and "shit"s as he rammed into furniture.
The water was more soothing than painful. She expected the sting, and that came and went, but it was more comforting seeing the dried blood wash away from the cuts. She breathed in deep and unknowingly smiled at how much she smelled like Stiles.
"I take it that you only smell good when you wash with this?" Lydia called from the shower.
"Of course not!" He yelled from the living room. "All natural."
While washing the evergreen out of her hair, she rolled her eyes. "You're so full of shit."
She could hear her phone buzzing from the night stand as she put on the second set of clothes that she borrowed from Stiles.
She hesitated, but decided to ignore her phone. If it was Theo, she didn't want to know. He would probably apologize intensely and somehow convince her to come home like he always did.
Usually he would beg her and say that he loved her "more that the moon loved the stars" or something like that. He would recite a lot of poetry. He would fill their entire house with flowers. He would cook dinner.
Curiosity overtook her and she glanced at the phone. Her breath hitched because it lit up again with another text. It was indeed Theo. Some were from the night before.
Theo ♡, 11:13 p.m. Baby, it read, please come back to me. I'm so sorry.
She sighed.
Theo ♡, 12:04 a.m. Lydia, I'm serious, the next one read, Come home.
Theo ♡, 12:06 a.m. Come home now.
Theo ♡, 1:07 a.m LYDIA.
Her hands began to shake as she continued.
Theo ♡, 9:15 a.m. Hey babe. I'm making spaghetti tonight. Your favorite! Give me a call.
Theo ♡, 9:45 a.m Seriously, please call me.
She threw the phone on the bed, half out of spite and half of fear. Just then her phone lit up again.
Theo ♡, 9:50 a.m I know you're reading these. Call me. Now.
The phone buzzed again and she decided to walk out of the room
