Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

18.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN; 18

        Jackson tapped his dress shoes on the white tile floor, biting down on his chapped lips as he waited for the elevator to open. The back of his neck was burning, whether it being a side effect of dropping to the ground faster than ever possible when he saw blonde and strawberry blonde hair tangled together with blood or because the marks Derek inflicted on him were burning. All he wanted to do was see them. So, as soon as the door opened up, he walked out, his head whipping around to look for anyone that would give him answers. 

        "Where are they? Where is she?" Jackson shouted to no one in particular. Everyone seemed to direct their eyes to a room to the left of where he was standing. He turned his head to see that there were two girls laying side by side, looking as if they were dead. He went forward, wanting to see Lydia and Sage up close, but his body was pushed back and he was facing the Sheriff. 

        "Hey, hey! What the hell happened to those girls?" Sheriff snarled, pointing a finger at Jackson. Stiles' dad would be lying if he said his heart was pounding when he got a call saying two teenage girls were found unconscious and injured. He prayed that it wasn't anyone he knew, but he had a rude awakening when he got there to see Sage and Lydia being rolled off. 

        "I—I just... I went out look for them—" Jackson stuttered, trying to figure out a way to explain himself. 

        Sheriff wasn't having it. "What? You just happened to wander out in the middle of the field and you just found them there like that? Don't lie to me, son!" 

        "No, I—" 

        "What happened to her?" Sheriff growled, grabbing hold of the teenager to shove him into the wall. He was beyond livid at this point, mostly because he needed to find out who hurt the two girls in the room behind him. He hadn't even realized he said her instead of them. 

        "It's not my fault!" 

        "Lydia's your girlfriend! That's your responsibility!" Sheriff yelled. 

        "No, she is not, okay? She didn't go to the formal with me. Sage wasn't even with me!" Jackson pleaded, getting annoyed that all of the blame was being placed on him with he didn't do anything. 

        "Then who were they with?" Sheriff demanded, never loosing his grip on Jackson. 

        "Do you really want to know?" Jackson asked. Sheriff raised his eyebrows and Jackson sighed. "Lydia went with Stiles. She went to the dance with Stiles. And Sage was with him before she disappeared." 

        "What?" 

        "Stiles took her. Besides, I'm pretty sure Sage got into a fight with him right before she left." 

        Sheriff released Jackson, backing up as he tried to comprehend what the boy just told him. Turning towards the deputies that were flanking behind him, he muttered out the words. "Somebody needs to find my son." 

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        When her eyes shot open, all she could see was blaring lights. At first she thought she was still on the lacrosse field and no one had come to help them, but when she heard the familiar beeping of a heart monitor, she knew that she was in the hospital. Even in the building, she managed to hear a faint howl through the open window, and she picked up that it was Scott. There was an extreme pain all throughout her body, and she couldn't even manage to keep her eyes open. Taking a deep gulp of air, her hands gripped the sheets and she looked over to her left to see Lydia laying there, completely still while her mother smoothed her hair.