Fighting for the Beginning *TW And The Originals Crossover*

Where's Carter?

(Carter's P.O.V.)

Oh no. He's coming for me. Dad! Leave me alone! He hits me and throws me to the ground. "You need to be disciplined!" He yelled. "Stop hurting me!" I push him away and run as fast as I can. "Get back over here, Carter!"

I wake up with sweat on my face. That was just a dream. My dad abusing me is all in the past. Oh, who am I kidding? The memory of him will always haunt me. I need to leave.

I look around and see everyone still sleeping on the blankets in the fort. No one's awake. I can just sneak out through the back door. I get up and grab my stuff. Making my way to the door, I open it and leave.

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(Lydia's P.O.V.)

I wake up in the morning and feel for Carter. Nothing is there. Not even his blankets are there. I look around and see everyone else asleep. Where's Carter? I try calling him and he doesn't pick up. Where could he be?

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(Back to Chrissie's P.O.V.)

I wake up to the smell of bacon. I look around and see that I'm the only one sleeping on the floor. Wait. Lydia's stuff is gone. So, is Carter's. They must've left last night.

I get up and walk over to the kitchen. Stiles and Theo both smile at me and I don't know which to smile back at, so I just walk over to Jackson. He is the one making the bacon.

"Smells good," I say to him.

"Thanks. All of them got hungry and you weren't up, so I had to take over."

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I slept for so long."

"Maybe you were having a dream about me," Theo says as he walks up to me.

"I know that I wasn't," I said. He wraps his arms around me and I pull them off. I thought we agreed to keep our relationship a secret. What is he doing?

I walk away and sit down in the fort. Stiles follows me and asks what's wrong.

"He just doesn't respect my wishes," I say.

"I always did," Stiles says.

"I know. I don't think being with Theo would feel right. I mean, yesterday was fun, but you were always the best thing that ever happened to me."

Theo comes over and sits in front of me and Stiles. He looks a little sad and mad at the same time.

"You are going to have to choose one of us. Is it going to be me or Stiles?" He asked.

"Don't put pressure on her," Stiles said.

"She's going to have to make the decision eventually. May as well get it over with."