Scott P.O.V.
" Scott! " I heard Allison's voice ring from upstairs. Just as I was about to run upstairs, she ran downstairs. I didn't bother asking any questions. I just followed her out of the house to the back yard.
" Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! " I reached the back of the house and saw Stiles screaming into the air and drinking Vodka out of the bottle. He had blood smeared on his face and hands. There was blood also leaking from under his shirt. Once he finished the bottle, he threw it at the side of my house making bits of glass fly everywhere.
" Stiles? " Allison started to walk toward him. He looked at both of us and then broke down crying on the floor. I ran to him and tried to keep him calm.
" Shh. It's okay. " I tried to tell him but I'm not good at stuff like this. Allison came over and picked his head up.
" Hey it's okay. Everything's fine. "
She tried to wipe his tears away but they just smudged with the blood. Stiles pushed us both away and stood up wobbling.
" No! Nothing is okay! All day I have been in pain. Pain you can't even imagine. I have no one else anymore. I lost everything! " He stumbled backwards until he hit the fence.
" You still have us. We're not going anywhere. I promise. " I walked toward him but not too close so he wouldn't think I was crowding him. He looked up from his hands and stared at me. Tears rolling down his face. He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around me. He buried his head in my shoulder and cried.
" I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. " He stuttered in my ear.
" Shh. It's okay. "
" It's all my fault. I killed her, Scott. I killed her. "
" No you didn't. It wasn't your fault. Nothing was your fault. "
" I forced her to go with me. She said she couldn't but I forced her. " I put my hands on his shoulders so he could face me.
" That wasn't your fault! Something hit your car. You didn't do that! " Before he could talk, I put my hand on his back and tried walking him to the house. Allison opened the door for us with a sad look on her face. I sat him down on the couch and his head fell back against the pillow. I mouthed 'watch him' to Allison and she nodded. He's on edge right now and I don't think he should be left alone. I left them alone so I could get the first aid kit and a wet cloth.
Allison's P.O.V.
I couldn't look at him and not be sad. His head kept drifting from one side of the other like he was about to fall asleep.
" Hey you can't go to sleep okay? " I sat next to him and tried to keep him away. Fresh tears started to form. I've never seen anyone cry like this. Not even Lydia. I'm not saying he's acting like a girl, but I know what it's been like for him.
" That's what my mom told me. " He said it so low that I could barely here him.
" What? "
" Wh...when we got hit, she told me not to fall asleep. I couldn't help it though. So I did. I was in a coma for three days. "
" I never knew that. "
" I never told anyone what happened except Scott. Not even the cops. "
" But wasn't your dad the sheriff? "
" I never told him. Ever since then he had me take these stupid pills because he thought I was going crazy and was depressed. I never took them though. " He stopped talking when Scott came into the room with a first aid kit, a wet cloth, and a bottle of water.
" You have to take your shirt off okay? I have to clean the wound. " Without question, he took off his hoodie and winced when he took off his shirt. I had to cover my mouth because of how terrible it looked. Long scratches were there with a big gash on his side. I couldn't look anymore so I took the cloth and started wiping his face. He looked at me with sad eyes and then looked away.
" Lay down. " He did as Scott said and layed down. I helped turn him on his back slowly. Every little inch he moved made him wince and his eyes tear. Once he was layed in position, Scott wiped the blood off with the towel, grabbed the bottle of iodine, and rubbed his side with a cloth. I could tell he was holding on his screaming by the way his eyes widened and how his knuckles turned white, clenched onto the coffee table. Once Scott finished wrapping him up in the gauze, he gave him the water to drink. He lifted his head and took small sips. He managed to only drink up to the label.
" I'm gonna get some clothes. " Scott said while he went upstairs. I looked at Stiles and saw him chuckling to himself.
" What's so funny? "
" I don't know. " More laughing. " I remember the first time I was drunk. " His hands were swinging from side to side. " You just broke up with Scott, I wanted to cheer him up, he wasn't drunk though, nope just me, all by myself. " I never knew that. Why wouldn't Scott tell me he was so upset that he would try to get drunk.
" He never told me that. "
" Why would he? It wasn't his idea. " I guess he's in the laughing phase of being drunk.
" Why would you want him to be drunk? "
" So he could cheer up. Be Scott again. "
" He wasn't acting like himself? "
" Who would? If I got my heart broken into a million pieces, I wouldn't act how I usually would either. " I didn't know I broke Scott's heart that much. I thought he was like every other guy. Someone who would go on to the next girl a week later. But now that I think about it. Stiles hasn't been acting like himself lately. Drinking, wrecking his car, yelling at Scott. I didn't realize that he was talking about himself when he said that. I wanted to ask him but he just kep laughing and laughing. It's better than crying but he's not laughing intentionally. I bet he doesn't even know he doing it. Scott came down the stairs with clothes in his hand. He looked at Stiles laughing and his eyebrows furrowed. I shrugged my shoulders and stood up when my phone started ringing.
" I'll leave so you could get changed. " I didn't know the number but I decided to answer anyway. " Hello? "
" Hi is this Allison? "
" Yes it is. "
" Hi, this is Officer Trent calling about your missing friend. We found his car flipped over on the side of road 16 but he was not inside. "
" Oh thank you, but we found him. He was in his friend's backyard. "
" Oh well that's good. Is he alright? That looks like a pretty bad car crash. I don't see how he was able to get out of there uninjured. "
" Well he's a little cut and bruised but everything's fine. "
" Alright. We are going to tow his truck and bring it to George's Autoshop. "
" Thanks that would be great. "
" Alright well have a good night. "
" Thanks officer. You too. " I hung up the phone and walked back into the living room and saw Scott pulling a blanket over Stiles' body on the couch.
Scott P.O.V.
" How is he? " Allison walked back into the room and leaned on the wall. I looked back at Stiles and shrugged.
" I really don't know. " I walked over to her and gave her a hug. " Who called? "
" Oh, the police officer we talked to. He said he found his car and is towing it to a shop. "
" That's good. " I looked at my phone to check the time. 2:17. " Oh crap! " I showed her my phone and she gasped.
" Oh my god, I have to leave. My dad is gonna kill me, or worse. I love you. " She put her hands on my face and kissed me. " Bye. " She went to the front door, grabbed her bag, then kissed Stiles' forehead, and left. I have to admit, watching your girlfriend kiss your best friends forehead isn't the nicest thing in the world, but I know it's nothing. It's because she cares about him. My mom would be coming home soon and I needed to tell her what was going on. I just had to skip the drinking stuff. She's not big on drinking or drugs. She always tells me that if I ever do that stuff then I'm out but I don't know if she actually means it. I don't know what I'm doing. I mean of course I was sad when my dad left us but it's completely different. I had no clue what Stiles was going through, so I didn't know how to help him. I'm trying as best I can but I've never seen him like this. I've never seen anyone like this. I guess the only thing I can do is be his friend.
It's already the season finale? Awww Stiles. I'm gonna cry watching Stiles get punched. And then in the extended promo you see him with a cut lip and a bruise on his cheek. Someone should just kill Allison already. She's really annoying and a brat. She's like Kate now. I really want Lydia to kiss Stiles already. I mean I don't want them to date but at least him get his kiss. I feel really bad for Jackson. I want him to stay in the show but I don't want him to be controlled anymore.