Don't Let Me Go

Waiting

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Ever since Scott left I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen. I was relieved that for once things between Scott and I were going in a good direction, but I couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was going to end in chaos. Last time he assured me he was fine he got taken by my psychotic grandfather on what was supposed to be our first date back together.

Huh.

Maybe Scott and I should stay away from first dates... they always end in disaster. This time was no different.

I text Isaac and ask him what's going on but after ten minutes of pacing around Scott's room and getting into every position imaginable on his bed, later, there's no response. It was driving me crazy being left in the dark like this. Lydia was missing, although Derek assured us it was only to lure Scott in. There's the fact that Scott may be in a lot of danger. Stiles has no memory. Everything was horrible. Last year I'd be going with them with my bow and arrow. But since what happened I couldn't shoot like I used to. My bow no longer felt like an extention of my arm but rather a foreign object.

I get up from Scott's bed and look around at the room that feels more like home than my own. I smile as I walk up to the guitar in the corner and caress the strings. Memories of Scott singing come to mind, his perfect words bandaging my wounds. Things were perfect in that moment even though everything was falling apart around me. That's what Scott does, he always makes sense of the mess, 

I hear the front door open and I'm startled out of my reverie. I rush to the front door even though my subconcious tells me that it's obviously not Scott. My eyes meet with a very tired looking Melissa pushing her hair out her face with a sigh. She hangs her keys on the wall and puts her purse down at the entrance. It is then that she realizes that I'm there.

"Hey. I didn't know you'd be here. I would've left early to come with you." 

I can tell she was genuine about her offer. She was so caring, I loved my mother but I always yearned for her to be more like a mom, like Melissa was. I guess now she was my mom since I didn't have another and she's taken care of me these past few months as if I was her daugher.

"Scott thought it would be easier for me to wait here than from my house. I hope you don't mind." My voice was a bit shaky.

"No of course not. I'm afraid to ask... but what's going on with... you know the wolves?" She asks as she opens the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

I laugh at the look on her face but it is slowly cut short when I realize I have to tell her where Scott and the others are. 

"Tonight at the ice rink. Well... they took Lydia. And umm... they beat up Stiles pretty bad but that part you knew, We're almost certain that it was the two werewolves my father told us about. They killed some of our hunter friends who heard there were werewolves in the area. Coincidentally they were looking for Scott, the True Alpha." My voice cracks on the last work and Melissa gives me a worried smile.

"I'm sure they'll be okay. He's with Derek and Isaac, right?" Her voice is wary. I know she's trying to comfort both of us at the same time.

I nod in response to her question. I pull my locket out and start clicking it open and closed, open and closed. The warm metal help soothe my nerves but not enough to get this sinking feeling out of my stomach that something was extremely wrong with Scott.

"I'm surprised you didn't go with him." Melissa says after minutes of silence.

"I was going to. I was but Scott begged me not to. He didn't want to have to worry about me. I promised him I wouldn't." I said in a detached voice.

"I'm glad in a way. I think if you came back with even a bruise he'd freak out."

I let out a dry laugh and nod, "Yeah, probably." I wipe a stray tear from my cheek.

Melissa walks towards me and pulls me into her embrace, "He'll come back. If not for me, or Stiles, he'll always come back for you. Okay? He wouldn't leave you."

"You talk as if you don't think we're two stupid teenagers who will break up someday." I whisper.

"I thought that for a long time. Not that you two were stupid but that you two wouldn't get back together. It's not often that we find the one we're meant to with at 16. But... after everything you two have been through together, when I see the way you two are when you're together and when you're apart, there's no doubt in my mind that I'm going to help pick out your wedding dress someday." She kisses the top of my head.

I smile and feel so full of love for this woman. For someone who has also been through so much in her life she was so loving. I hope to be the kind of mother she is one day. I can't find my voice to tell her these things and to thank her for being so kind to her so I just wrap my arms around her tighter.

"Come on. Let's go watch TV and wait for our boys to get back." She grabs my hand and steers me to the couch.

I stop her, "Actually is it okay if we watch TV in Scott's room? I... I just want to be around his things." I look down at my feet, instantly embarassed about my request.

"Of course, honey."

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My eyes open to a dim room, lit only by the light of Scott's TV. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand. We must have fallen asleep between episode two and three of Lost. I'd never seen it but Melissa insisted we watch it. I didn't exactly remember where we left off. I look to my left and see Melissa in a deep sleep snuggled into Scott's pillow. 

I grab my phone and yawn as the screen lights up.

Suddenly I'm very awake.

I looked at my phone screen and looked again... and again to make sure I was seeing right. It was 9am the next morning and Scott wasn't back. It's been hours and I've been here sleeping when Scott could be-

I look to see eleven missed calls from Isaac. Oh my god. Eleven. My hand shakes as I try to unlock my phone to listen to the one voicemail he left.

"Damn it!" I yell as I kept getting the passcode wrong because my hands wouldn't stop trembling. Finally on my fourth try, I'm dialing my voicemail with every inch on my body feeling like it was under a two ton weight. I can't even try to get my locket out of my shirt because I was frozen in place as Isaac's frantic words began to play into my ear.

"Allison! Listen to me, whatever you do, DON'T come after us. Something happened- I can't explain I don't have time. Tell Deaton it's a shapesh-"

His voice is cut out by a scream and I recognized the sound to well. The sound that sent me to the bathroom to throw up was the sound of Scott screaming in agony.