* This is kind of a bonus chapter so it's short lol sorry.
ALSO, should I write a Finn Wolfhard fanfic? I have a plot idea and I am kinda obsessed with him. Please tell me if you'd like one.
Chapter 13: safe in my arms
Malia's POV
Stiles' body almost looked lifeless as he laid on the ground, limp. He was bloody and weak, my mom's figure standing above him, a knife in her hand, which was covered in blood. She had killed him. My breathing seemed to stop as the boy's amber eyes stared into my dark brown ones, blank and dead.
"This is what you did, Malia", mom said. I screamed. I screamed at the very top of my lungs.
"No!", I cried, I couldn't have. I turned away from him, I couldn't bare his lifeless eyes staring at me anymore.
"Look at what you've done!", mom said, the loudness of her voice making me jump. "You killed him! YOU KILLED HIM!"
I woke up abruptly to my white ceiling, even though I couldn't exactly see it in the dark. My dream kept receding in my mind, building that urge for me to see him. I needed to know he was alive and well. I grabbed my phone in a hurry and clicked on Stiles' contact.
The never ending beeping sound made me nervous. He wasn't answering.
'Malia?", a groggy voice asked. He was alive. "Why are you calling me at three in the morning? Is there something wrong?", he asked, slowly waking up and growing anxious.
"No, there's nothing wrong. I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep", I whispered. I could hear his loud breathing from my end.
"Do you want to talk about it?", he asked.
"No", I answered. There was a silence before he spoke up.
"Do you want me to come over?"
I thought about it for a whole minute, but immediately knew the answer.
"Yes"
"I'll be there in ten. Just try and go back to sleep, okay sweetheart?", he whispered.
"Okay", I whispered back just as my eyelids became heavy.
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The sound of my window opening, a loud thump and a groan woke me up. I sat up abruptly in my bed to identify the intruder.
"Ow! For God's sake-"
It was just Stiles.
"Sorry did I wake you?", he whispered. I laughed while nodding my head slightly. He laughed along, not really knowing, why.
"It's okay", I whispered, "I'm just hoping you didn't wake my parents", I added. He got up and climbed in my bed.
"Is this okay?", he asked. I nodded. He moved to lay down next to me under the covers, "Is this okay?" I nodded again. He then wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me closer. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "Is this okay?"
"Yes"
He tightened his arm around me, bringing me even closer. "Just relax, go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up", he whispered.
"Promise?", I asked.
"I promise", he answered with a kiss on my neck.
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Stiles' kisses were hot and wet against my neck. His arms were around me and caressing my skin wildly.
"Stiles", I sighed. He smirked against the skin of my collarbone and placed a kiss there. Suddenly, this uncomfortable feeling came crashing on me. This was wrong. This was all wrong. "Stiles stop it", I said. The boy's soft lips left my skin and he looked at me in confusion.
"What's wrong? We won't get caught", he said, placing a lingering kiss on my lips, "It's alright baby, don't worry", he added before kissing me again, longer this time.
"Stiles we can't. This isn't right", I said, pushing him away. The look on his face was hurt, but confused.
"What do you mean, Mal?", he asked. I couldn't answer him. I didn't know what was wrong.
All of a sudden, Stiles let out a loud scream, making my blood go cold shivers go down my spine.
"Stiles!", I called. He fell to the ground and behind him, stood myself. We were unmistakably the same person. Only, she held a bloody knife in her hand and a disturbing smirk on her lips.
"Look at what you did, Malia", she said. No. This couldn't be. "You can't run Malia. YOU DID THIS!"
"NO", I screamed. I opened my eyes to see Stiles leaning over me, a concerned look on his face.
"Malia calm down, just breathe", he said, bringing my body closer to his to wrap his arms around me in a hug. "Shh, just calm down. It was just a bad dream it's over now", he whispered. "I'm here"
Minutes passed. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke up.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I shook my head violently.
"No", I breathed. He tightened his grip on me.
"It's okay, I'm here. I'm right here"
I'm right here.
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HI this was trash looooool. I'm sorry it took me a long time but y'all know how I am by now: lazy as fuck.
ALso, don't freak out ahahah.
ps: you should totally read the little message at the beginning about Finn Wolfhard, that would be great.
thanks for reading my loves.
-jules
