This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 59

It's Saturday. I'm practically about to pull my hair from its roots for even agreeing on going out tonight. Yet here I sit in my room allowing my sister to fix my hair and make-up while I stare blankly into space.

"Vanessa, stop that." Lydia says.

"Stop what?" I respond emptily.

"Stop acting like you aren't even on the planet earth." She shuffles to my closet, grabbing clothes and tossing them onto the bed, then rummaging through shoes.

I sigh and walk over to the bed. I groan and press my fingers tips to my temple, massaging it when I see what Lydia has chosen for me to wear. "Really Lyd? My little black dress?" I scold as I lift the dress with my finger.

"What? You'll look amazing in that." she says, walking out of my closet with my best pair of black heels and drops them in front of me. I almost want to puke at the sight of them.

"No. Lydia, no."

"These are you favorites! This is your signature outfit." she says, walking back into my closet.

"It's a high school party, Lydia. Not the fucking club. I don't need to wear this dress and I don't need to wear those heels." I groan. "I shouldn't even be going in the first place." I mutter silently to myself.

"I heard that!" She yells from the closet.

"Ya well I hope you did!" I yell back at her. "I don't know why you are forcing me to go to this thing anyway."

"Because," she says walking out with a new outfit in her hands. "It's the annual lacrosse party. It's one of the biggest parties of the year. And for the fact that you are caption of the girl's lacrosse team, you are obligated to go." She hands me the new outfit. This one is more practical. A black crochet spaghetti strapped crop top with white high waisted shorts.

"Well before I even showed up, the girl's lacrosse team was never even invited to this stupid party." I complain as I get dressed.

"Well times have changed. You are now the captain and most importantly, the sister of Lydia Martin. So you can stop whining and hurry up so we can leave."

I stare at myself in full length mirror. I almost smile at my reflection and my sister's work. If there is one thing she has always been able to do is make me look prettier than I could ever do to myself. But my mood for the past days won't allow me the grace to adore myself. It's been days since the last time I spoke to Stiles. He doesn't come to my nightly training sessions anymore. I no longer wait for that blue jeep to pull into my driveway or even take my sisters offer of riding with her and Aiden to school. I simply leave as early as possible to avoid suspicion from my parents and walk to school, the cold freezing air numbing the pain before it conjures itself back the minute I reach the school grounds. I don't even bother sitting at the table at lunch anymore. Instead I sit with my team at their table and try to the best of my ability to avoid all questions the girls ask me about our break up and the countless shifting gazes he gives me from across the cafeteria. That or I just end up in the library or even worse the restroom balling my eyes out and hiding from all of humanity. I haven't had a real meal it what seems like forever and sleep seems not be an option for me at all. I no longer toss and turn because of my constant fear of being attacked right on my own bed, but because of the absent feeling of not have those arms around me. I am a wreck and a half and slipping away into the nothingness of my very own body. Now my sister is dragging me to some convoluted party to try and bring back some life into me. Perfect.

We drive in silence. Well mostly me in silence while Lydia continues to bombard me with small talk which I've never been a fan of and obnoxiously singing along to the radio. Sometimes I really do question why I allow her to torture me like this.