Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 16: Lost...

Stiles' POV

He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me out from my seat, throwing me to the ground. I rolled on the cold ground of the street and felt pain strike every inch of my body. I quickly got up on my fours and looked up to see the boy jumping off the hood of my jeep and onto the ground infront of me.

My heart began pounding even faster, and my eyes began tearing up, the fear inside controlling me.

"Please..." I begged, but they refused to listen.

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Scott's POV

I woke up the next morning, still a little tired from last night, but got ready for School anyway. As usual, I rode my bike to School, and met up with Kira at my locker.

"So, have you thought of anything?" Kira asked.

"It's not a clear plan. I think we need a bit more time." I sighed, closing my locker door and looking around the hall. "Where's Stiles?" I asked.

At that moment, Lydia and Malia ran to me, panting and a look of horror on their faces.

"Scott!" They called. "You need to come. Quickly." The sound of their voices made my heart shake.

"What happened?" I asked, looking at them both.

"Just come on!" Malia dragged me by the arm and I followed them, Kira trailing behind.

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They brought me to the Principle's Office.

"Why do I need to see the Principle?" I asked lookin back at Malia and Lydia.

"Actually," I heard a familiar voice, "I need to see you."

"Sheriff?" My heart shook even more now. "What is it?"

"It's Stiles." He sighed, eyes teary and worried.

We all went inside and talked in private.

"What happened to Stiles?" I asked, closing the door behind me. The Sheriff stood behind the desk and leaned both hands on it, looking down.

"He didn't come home last night." His voice had a small quake in it, like his heart ached to even think about all of it.

"Didn't come home?" I repeated, all our faces showed confusion.

"I was waiting for him last night, and I must've fallen asleep on the couch. But when I woke up in the morning to see him, he wasn't in his room."

"Do you think he left early to go some place else?" I asked.

"No, everything was the way it was last night."

"All of it?" Malia asked.

"The entire room was untouched." He sighed, looking at a picture of his son. Our best friend. Malia's Boyfriend. My brother. "I looked outside, and his car was there, parked infront of the house. But..." He stopped, like the next part just killed him.

"But what?" Lydia asked. Nothing.

"Sheriff?" I called, and he looked up at us.

"Let me show you." He took out pictures of Stiles' jeep and threw them on the table. We all walked forward to take a look at them.

"Who did this?" I asked, shocked at the images. His jeep was attacked. A dent in the hood, the front window was smashed to pieces, glass everywhere in the car.

"I don't know. There were no prints."

"Have you tried calling him?" Kira asked. The Sheriff took out a phone and laid it on the table.