Unstoppable -> S. Stilinski {3}

3x18

Quote: "When you come into agreement with something, whether a lie or a truth, you come under its authority and give it permission to define you."

Published: February 18, 2019

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Chapter 18: "Riddled"

It's the middle of the night and I lay in bed as I try to fall asleep for the last hour, but sleep doesn't seem to overcome me. As I'm about to fall asleep my phone starts to vibrate on my desk that's next to my bed. I groan as I roll over on my side and I grab my phone to see Stiles' name flash across the screen.

I quickly slide the green botton to the side as I answer it. "Hey, Stiles." All I get is a little static on my end. "Stiles? You there?" I ask as I hear more static and heavy breathing.

"Zoey?" I hear Stiles' panicked voice clearly and I quickly sit up in my bed.

"I'm here. Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"Zoey, I don't - I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking."

"Okay, can you see anything?" I ask him as I stand out of bed and I quickly walk over to my closet. "Just tell me what you see."

"Ah, I don't know it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my-" I hear a click as the call drops.

My breathing quickens as I grab pants from my closet. I look back at my phone screen as I try to call Stiles back.

"Hey."

"Stiles?"

"This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a mess-" I quickly hang up on his voicemail as I try to call him again. "Hey this is Sti-"

"Ugh!" I quickly pull my jeans over my pajama shorts as I call him back again. "Come on, come on. Pick up." I pace as my breathing quickens as the same thing happens.

I hang up again and right as I was about to call him again my phone starts to vibrate and I quickly pick up.

"Stiles?"

"Zoey, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."

"Where are you?" I ask him as I start to become more panicked.

"I don't know. I don't know, it's too dark. I can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's - I think it's bleeding."

"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it? Stiles, are you there?" I panic more when he doesn't answer. "Can you hear me?"

"Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."

"Okay, Stiles listen. I'm calling your dad."

"No, no, no, no, don't." He's quick to protest.

"But your dad-"

"Don't. Just - just please don't call him. Promise me you won't. He already worries about me too much. Zoey, please."

"But what if I can't find you? Stiles, I cannot make a promise like that."

"No, no, no, just please." He sniffles as tears are brought to my eyes from both of our panicked states. "Please, don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Zoey, you can find me."

"I don't - I don't know if I can do this."

"Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off."