ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

∇ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴀ∇

⭕Loralie⭕

I look down at the text Melody sent me.

Everything's fine.
Don't wait up.

I sigh and drop my phone onto the coffee table. She's spent little time with me since she got back from Mexico. At first I told myself it was because she was just shaken from being taken. But now I'm starting to think it was something else. And I also think Derek knows something.

And since I know Scott and Stiles won't tell me I have to go to him. I look back over to my phone and pick it up. I dial Derek's number and hold the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring multiple times. “Hey, this is Derek. You missed me. But leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you.” Beep.

I sigh and scratch at my temple. "Derek, I need to talk to you. It's about something important. So please call me back when you get this. Thanks." I pull the phone away and hang up. I check the time and see it's almost midnight.

I sigh again before getting up. I grab my wine glass from the table and gulp down the rest of the liquid until the glass is empty. I swallow and walk over to the sink setting the glass down carefully. I go to my room and set my phone down on my nightstand before getting into bed.

I rest my head against my pillow and close my eyes. I might have gotten an hour or so of sleep before my phone ringing woke me up. I open my eyes and fumble around in the darkness until my fingers touch my phone. I grab it and bring it closer to me. I quickly turn down the brightness all the way as it's killing my eyes.

I sit up in my bed, rubbing at my eyes as I answer. "Hello?"

“Lora, sorry if I woke you. But you said it was urgent and to call you back as soon as possible. What's wrong?”

“Never mind. It's probably nothing.”

“Tell me,” he says gently and I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Have you talked to Melody at all?"

“Yeah? Why?”

"Have I done something to make her hate me? Be honest because I have no freaking clue what is going on with her!"

“No, you haven't done anything. How could you say that Lora? She loves you.”

"Really, then how come she's only come home twice since coming back from Mexico? She barely looks at me or even speaks to me. I swear it's like I'm forcing her to move again with how little we converse." He's silent for a moment and I feel slight annoyance.

"Oh, do I need to give you time to come up with a plausible excuse?"

“What? No. Listen, this isn't for me to say. This is between you and Melody. All I can tell you is something happened and she's having a hard time opening up to you about it. Even if it's ridiculous because your her mother and will love her no matter what. But she needs to tell you and only when she's ready. Okay?”

"Fine," I say even though I don't understand at all. Suddenly I hear Ellie yowling from out in the living room. A quiet noise leaves my mouth as I jump. “Lora? What is it?” I don't answer him and instead strain my ears trying to listen. I hear a loud yelp come from Ellie and I gasp as tears come to my eyes.

Oh, god! I get out of my bed careful not to make any noise. “Lora, answer me! What's going on?” I get down on the floor and slide under the bed when I hear barely audible footsteps. "Derek, someone's in my apartment," I whisper to him fearfully and he's silent for a moment.

“You're on the dead pool, Lora! Stay out of sight I'm on my way. Hang up. Call the police then redial me. Okay! Do it now!” I do what he asks and hang up. I dial 911 and hold the phone to my ear. Dead pool? I ask myself wondering why no one told me about this.