Unexpected

TWENTY-FOUR

Chapter Twenty-Four

The Truth Always Comes Out

Screams echoed through the house, cutting through the night like a knife. I shot up in bed, half expecting it to be my own screams. They were so loud and so scared, I felt my heart drop in realization. 

"Stiles." 

I hopped out of bed and ran out of my room, meeting my dad in the hallway we gave each other worried looks before treading closer to his room. 

It'd been like this for the past few weeks, constant nightmares, every single night. It pained me to see my brother like this. I didn't want him to have this burden on him. 

I pushed open his door and rushed to his side. He was shaking in his sleep, screaming with his eyes closed. Sweat beaded down his forehead, and when I touched his arm and cheek I could feel how hot he was. 

"Stiles! Stiles, it's okay!" I yelled over his screams, I sat above him on the bed, his arm in my hands. His eyes opened wide, the brown iris' were full of fear and then tears. I pulled his head into my lap and wiped his hair from his eyes. 

I could feel my own tears forming in my eyes as I shushed him, "you're okay now." His hand gripped my free one, his body was shaking hard and I knew this wasn't right. Something happened to him when he died... and it's not okay. 

My eyes met my dads, "get him some water?" I suggested and he nodded, giving Stiles a weary glance before leaving. I ran my fingers through my brothers hair in comfort before leaning down and pressing my lips to his head. 

"I've been having nightmares..." I trailed off, bouncing slightly on the yoga ball Lydia had in her room. I had come over to do yoga but, really it's just me bouncing and her doing the yoga on the floor. 

She looked at me from her position on the floor, she was in the middle of meditating but, that wasn't too important right now. "What happens in your nightmares?" 

I grabbed my lip between my teeth, rolling it slightly before sighing and letting go. "They're about Stiles..." My eyes found the window. Birds were flying around, chirping in the sun. Probably enjoying it before the rain comes. "I don't know, Lydia, but I have a really bad feeling." 

Lydia stood from the floor and grabbed my hands in hers, giving me a reassuring squeeze. "Let's not think about that, okay? Why don't we instead talk about you changing for your date? Cause, this sweatshirt and leggings thing isn't going to work." 

I stood up and looked in the mirror at my clothes. I was wearing a baggy sweatshirt that was an XL and leggings. Tonight I had agreed to go on a date with Scott, who was trying to make it up to me. I sighed. "Fine, what do you got for me?" 

Lydia smiled excitedly before going over to her closet. She opened the doors and I instantly regretted allowing her to dress me. The closet was full of different clothing and I just knew she was going to make me try on each item until I found the perfect outfit. Today was going to be a long day. 

After finally finding an outfit, which consisted of my leggings, a grey sweater that was supposed to hang loosely off my body but, hugged my belly and hung off my shoulder, and a black bralette with my black shoes. 

Lydia curled my hair and put light makeup on me, I looked pretty. But, all I could see in the mirror was my bump. Don't get me wrong, I'm so in love with my babies it's actually insane, but I feel... embarrassed going into public with my belly on display. It wasn't too big yet, though, so maybe people won't notice?