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xvix. YOU AND I

CHAPTER NINETEEN
YOU AND I

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Bloodied claws revealed everything there was to know about what had happened to Jackson. Scott later informed Violet that Gerard had told the kanima to have someone dead by the end of the game. But it was hard to know if Gerard intended to have Jackson claw himself or if he did it willingly. More people gathered around the field and Violet quickly noticed that Stiles wasn't part of the group.

She saw the sheriff wandering around the field calling out his son's name.

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Violet paced frantically around Stiles' room waiting with the sheriff for the teen to come home after suspiciously going missing just after the game had ended.

Sheriff Stilinski was on the phone with Beacon Hills Memorial trying to see if Stiles had been checked in, but to no avail, but the person over the phone promised to call if his son turned up.

"Come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?" the sheriff asked to no one after hanging up.

"Right here." Stiles replied softly from the door. His face was red like he'd been beaten badly and his lip was bleeding. Both the sheriff and Violet went into attack mode to find out whoever had done that to him.

"It's okay, Dad, I'm okay." Stiles said, only to repeat himself numerous times when his father wouldn't let up.

"Who did this?" He asked.

"It was some kids from the other school. They were mad and I was mouthing off as usual and they...it's no big deal."

"I'm calling that school. I want names, I want descriptions. I'm filing a report." Stilinski insisted.

"Dad! I'm fine. Really." Stiles replied. The sheriff wrapped his son in an embrace that only a father could give. When they let go, the sheriff said he'd talk to Stiles later and closed the door to give he and Violet some privacy.

Without being able to hold back tears any longer, Violet bear-hugged her best friend and cried into his jersey. "What happened?" she asked softly, lightly touching his face to examine his wounds.

"Gerard got me," Stiles whispered, "he's got Erica and Boyd in there, too. They're all at Allison's house."

"Fuck, Stiles. I was so worried about you. For a bit I thought you were dead and I—" Violet stopped herself at even imagining Stiles dead. She sat down beside him on his bed and placed her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Vi." he said.

Looking up to face him, she answered, "you have nothing to be sorry about. Gerard kidnapped you. And beat you to a pulp. You should apologize to him after I bash his head in for doing that."