Smut Fluff & Other Stuff!

Missing Sister Stiles x Reader part 1

How long has it been since I've seen daylight? Since I've seen the outside world? Felt fresh air? Breathe it? Years. That's how long. Why did this happen to me? Was it my fault? Did it ever accuse to them that I was just a kid? Or did they just not care.

I was 6 at the time when I was kidnapped, I remember it like yesterday. I was coming from from school, dad was working late as always and Stiles was staying at dads friends house since he was still young.

Dad told me not to walk home alone, I lied that day. I told him I would come home with (f/n) and her parents, I was so stupid then. Young and naive. I wanted to be a big girl. To feel like a grown up, I've always imagined myself as one seeing as how I would take care of Stiles when dad wasn't home or whenever he was running late.

I remember the car pulling up to me and the stranger offering me a ride home, they said they knew dad. Why would I take them up on that offer? It was a male driving the car and a female in the passenger seat, they told me they knew my dad from work because their buddy worked with him.

They lied.

They passed my house and when I went to tell them I was knocked out suddenly, I remember a rag on my mouth and nose. I struggled in the women's arms but she held me tightly and with that I passed out.

I played stupid once I woke up facked like I couldn't remember anything, I over heard the women telling the guy this would be good pay back to get on my father, god my father. He was probably worried, he's already lost mom now myself, wow I was really a naive child.

He agreed and with that they raised me. I was homeschooled, every night I would think about Stiles and dad. I would think about the possibilities of if I just hadn't walked home alone that day or lied would I still ended up in this situation.

That was 13 years ago, I was 19 now. Stiles was 16, I've always kept track in a small dairy I got on my birthday. My 'parents' trusted me, they knew I wouldn't wonder off seeing as how I didn't for the past 13 years that was until now, I lied to them telling them I was going to go and collect the mail.

They trusted me, gave me a smile and nod and returned back to eating breakfast. That's when I put my plan into work, I easily opened the car door that sat in the lot with the car keys in hand, they handed seen me take them when I greeted them.

That's when I did it, I ecasped. I ignored their figures running after the car but I was long gone, I left the small town they lived in and I just drove, drove for days, weeks, until I finally arrived.

Beacon Hill, read the sign and with that I smiled. I was coming home. I was finally home.