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Missing Sister Stiles x Reader part 2

Everything looked so different but the same. I could see cars lined up on either sides of the street, I could see people walking, family's, children.

Shaking my head I looked side to side as I drove by slowly I didn't wanna by pass my own house, I had to be careful, I had to make sure I find them quickly.

That's when I saw it, my house. The same house I grew up in, was raised in, conceived in. Hurrying I put the car into park and raised for the door.

I didn't know if I should knock or ring the door bell. I felt so nervous, I felt scared and I could feel a panic attack coming on. Shaking those fearful thoughts on my family's reaction out of my head I knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

I could hear rushing feet on the other side of the door, they were fast.

"What the hell man -"

It was a boy who had swung open the door, he had messy brown hair, lots of moles and he looked like a older version of my little brother Stiles.

This was Stiles, this was my little brother.

"Whoa!" Stiles said his eyes staring into the (e/c) ones of the female in front of him, "Uh can I help you miss?" He asked.

Shaking my head at his question I jump into his arms, my arms wrap themselves around his neck and I pull him in close crying into his shoulder.

"Stiles who's at the door?"

Looking up with teary eyes I see someone who I never thought I'd see again, "Dad." I whisper out his face changes from curious to shock.

"(Y/n)." He breaths out.

Rushing from Stiles I jump into my father's arms.

I'm crying even more now, my eyes burn. It's been so long since I've cried, I've only cried once and that's when I realized I was no longer on Beacon Hills thanks to those cruel people.

"Dad?" Stiles repeats confused, "Dad, who's this?" Stiles asked.

"Son," Dad begins, he gives Stiles a sad teary eyed smile, "This is your older sister. (Y/n)."