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-Eight Empty Rooms
I began putting my things into my bag, various items from Scott's room that belong to me. My tooth brush, my clothes, my coconut oil, everything. "Victoria, what are you doing?" Scott asked from his spot in the doorway.
"I need to go home." I spoke simply, opening one of his drawers that had my stuff in it. My mind was reeling. Isaac almost died tonight, Stiles is gone and has something inside of him... I just need to go home.
Clothes were moving quickly from the drawer to my bag but, nothing would fit. I tried stuffing them in but, I couldn't do it. Scott grabbed my hands, stopping me. "Victoria, calm down. What's going on in your head?"
My eyes fell closed and I took a steadying breath. "I need to be at the house in case he comes home. I have to wait for him." Scott sighed rubbing my harms up and down. "Okay. Let me help you pack and then I'll take you home."
I nodded, forcing a small smile. "Thank you."
Since I'd gotten home, I ended up cleaning Stiles' room. I took down all the red string that was strung throughout his room in random places. I kept up his board though. I just took the scissors and such off his bed.
I re-made his bed and I did his laundry. I cleaned our bathroom. I made sure it would be clean for him when he got home. I didn't want him to have to worry about anything. My dad tried to get me to stop after the first day of cleaning but, I couldn't.
Then, he tried to get me to sleep but, I couldn't do that either. Every time I closed my eyes I had nightmares about Stiles being dead. At first I thought I was having visions but, then I realized they were just my own fears.
"Any news?" I asked from my spot on the couch, my eyes were tired and my vision blurry. I needed to sleep. My dad sighed on his way out the door. "Not yet." I looked down. "It's been forty-eight hours."
My dad nodded. "We'll find him." Would we?
I grabbed one of my mother's journals and went into Stiles' room. I made myself comfortable under the covers on his bed, breathing in the scent of my brother. I missed him and I was losing hope that he'd come back from this.
With a sigh, I opened my mother's journal to a random page.
April 10th, 1994 Two days after Stiles and I were born. I smiled slightly.
