Victoria Stilinski never knew that her long time crush would even look at her let alone hook up with her. Just like she never would have expected that a one night stand with said crush would lead to such drastic changes in her life.
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Chapter Thirty-Six Have You Seen Me?
I lightly shove Scott, his phone was ringing. "Scott, your..." I let out a yawn, "phone is ringing." I rub the sleep from my eyes while Scott answers, sitting up. "Hey man, what's up?" I flicked on the lamp on the bedside table, squinting at the sudden light.
"Stiles?" Scott questioned, his voice slightly pitched. I rose a brow, confused. Why is my brother calling at... I looked to the clock, midnight? "Stiles? You there?" I leaned into Scott so I could faintly hear the other line. "Scott? hey, I'm here..." Scott frowned, "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"
Scott clicked the line to speaker phone, standing up from the bed while pulling on a shirt. "Scott, I don't know where I am... I don't know how I got here... I think I was sleepwalking..." I met eyes with Scott.
Stiles was sleepwalking? "Ask him to describe his surroundings," I mumbled to Scott, also getting out of bed to pull on some clothes. "Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see?"
I pulled on Scott's hoodie and a pair of sweats. "Uh, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my--" The line cut dead. "Call him back." I spoke immediately. Scott nodded, picking up the phone and dialing Stiles.
"Stiles?" Scott spoke hopeful before, "come on..." He hung up and dialed again. I began chewing on the inside of my cheeks, holding my phone in my hands, ready to call my dad at the drop of a hat. "God, come on, come on..." He dialed again. "Stiles?"
Scott sighed, putting it back on speaker, "I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move." Scott ran his hand through his hair, pulling at the strands while looking at me with worried eyes. "Where are you?"
"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..." I took the phone from Scott's hand, keeping it on speaker. I took a deep breath. "Stiles, it's Victoria, how bad is your leg?" I waited for a response. "Stiles, how bad is it?" I could feel my eyes welling with tears. I can't do this, I can't have him scare me again. Scott took the phone. "Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?" "Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering." Stiles gagged and I felt my heart racing. He's hurt. He's lost and he's hurt. "Okay, listen. I'm calling your dad--" "No, no, no, no, no, don't--" I cut him off, "but dad--" Stiles was begging, "Don't. Just please, don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries too much. Victoria, please--" I pulled at the sleeves of my sweater. "But what if we can't find you? Stiles, we can't make a promise like that..." I shook my head, feeling hopeless. We don't even know where he is and now he's asking me not to call our dad? "No, no, no, just please.... please don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott, you can find me." Scott shook his head at me, wide eyes. "I don't know if I can do this..." I bit my lip shaking my head. "Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off." I gasped. "No, Stiles, wait!" I could hear his voice cut through, "I'm gonna call you back."
