Slowly but surely, Allison tip toed down the stairs of her house that Friday night, acting as if the lightest touch on a step would set off a series of alarms and code reds like it would to an escaped convict from Alcatraz prison.
She cringed when she heard the faintest creak, even going as far as to stop breathing to assure she hadn't been caught; looking left, right, and then left she stepped down stair by stair until she finally reached the bottom one, stepping onto the tile floor.
Reaching into her purse, Allison pulled out her car keys just as she gingerly began to turn the knob. "ALLISON!" yelled a feminine voice, making the 17-year-old jump.
She spun around in her tan boots, only to meet the deep glares of her father Chris, mother Linda, and Aunt Kate. "Note to self: use the window like most normal teenagers who sneak out." She mumbled loudly.
"You damn right kiddo." Muttered Kate, taking a sip of her Scotch. "If not, you could've gone out the basemen like I used to."
Linda turned and pointed to the couch, "Sit. Now." It was safe to assume she wore the pants in the house. Allison obeyed, scooting her feet on the floor as she slowly walked over to the couch. "FASTER!" Linda bellowed, making her daughter pick up the pace.
Plopping on the soft cushion, the teen crossed her arms, waiting for the hail of words the adults were sure to throw at her. Evilly eyeing the door, Allison mentally battled with herself as to whether or not she should stay or just walk out and disregard her parents' orders.
Linda watched her daughter sternly, hands on her hips, and a serious look on her face which screamed no bullshit. "Allison Michelle Argent, just where do you think you're going at this time of night?"
"I already told you, out… to a party with Scott, Lydia, and our frie-"
"Absolutely not." Muttered Chris through gritted teeth. "You'll be staying here tonight, and every other night until further notice."
Allison's head shot up when she was denied her freedom. "What? No! Why?" she retorted, rubbing her temple out of frustration. "What did I do wrong now?"
From behind her back, Linda pulled out something that took the girl's breath away, something every teenager concealed from their parent. Allison's eyes widened when she eyed the object: a torn condom wrapper, Magnum.
"Oh… that. Obviously you don't need an explanation for that." She weakly said, unable to look away from Chris' disappointed gaze.
"We taught you better then this Allison. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Chris, standing over by Kate.
Linda began pacing back and forth in front of Allison, ranting on and on about premarital
sex, unplanned pregnancy, and STDs. She was already one fiery wench, but now that she learned her baby girl was having sex, she felt as if she failed as a parent.
"Don't you realize the risks you're taking, not to forget, having sex with a werewolf! Scott could've killed you! You know how hard it is for him to control himself around you!" bellowed Chris, walking up to his daughter.
"He loves me, he'd never hurt me! And besides we use protection." Shot back Allison.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER! AS YOUR MOTHER, I DON'T APPRECAITE YOU HAVING SEX IN MY HOUSE!" screamed Linda pointing at the stairs. "NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE!"
Kate sat her glass on the coaster and smacked her lips. "Ok normally, I'm the source of the drama and action here, but tonight, I just want it to be cool. We'll just collect ourselves and talk about this in the morning. Besides, Allison has a doctor's appointment at 10."
"There's nothing to talk about. End of conversation." Retorted Chris turning from his sister back to his daughter. "Do I have to drag you up the stairs?"
Fighting back the emotions welling up inside her, the frustrated teen looked back between her parents and her aunt, who refused to back down just because she didn't get her way. Letting out a sob, Allison hopped off the couch pushing past the adults and up the stairs which led to her bedroom.
She slammed the door before falling onto her bed, allowing her warm tears to be soaked up by Mr. Bear as she cradled him. Wiping the tears, her eyes fell upon the window, her curtains danced in the breeze as they blew the light fabric.
Sniffing, she looked back to the door before she came to the conclusion: screw it, rules are meant to be broken.
Sliding off her bed, she stomped over to the window and threw it open. As the cool winter breeze lightly hit her cheeks. Looking back a final time, she threw one leg out and made her escape.
XXX
Parties in general thrown in the small town of Beacon Hills were often kept down at a tolerable level; as for tonight, they had started their season off with a victory and boy did they plan on celebrating.
The neighbors didn't feel like dealing with the kids nor did the kids feel like dealing with the neighbors, so like responsible teenagers, they took their alcohol-filled fun to the woods.
Gathered in a vacant area where there were fewer trees, were the kids of Beacon Hills High, circling around a large bonfire; above it hang a pirate piñata, Piedmont's mascot, dangling right above the flames.
The party was already jumping! Drake's I'm on One was blaring on the surround sound stereo system of Danny's Mustang, filling the woods with music. Teenagers were either drinking, smoking, or bumping and grinding on each other; some danced so hard, drinks rained on the crowd.
Having arrived an hour ago Scott, Stiles, and Allison met up with Jackson and Lydia, whom also came together.
The sight of Stiles and Lydia associating together made Jackson sick, so sick he could puke his guts out at any given time without the help of liquor; especially after she cheered him on in the stands and hugged him. "After Ethan lost a bet, he had to go get it pierced." Said Lydia, taking more than a sip out of her cup.
"No way! I'm not even gonna ask if it hurt cause even the lightest tap makes you want to cry. But how did they do it?"
"Do what, pierce his penis?"
"I mean was he just sitting there or was it… you know…" he kind of stretched out his hands to emphasize what he meant.
"Did he have an erection while he got it pierced? I don't think that's how it works Stiles."
Both teens laughed as they knocked back their cups, filling their mouths with alcohol. "This has got to be the vilest yet craziest conversation I ever had, yet it's very interesting."
"Yeah, being weird has good points to it sometimes."
"It sure beats acting superficial and stressing over hair, nails, and other cosmetics."
Jackson shook his head in agony and disgust, licking his lips before he knocked back his beer. "Damn, for some reason Danny's stories sound more appealing than this crap."
Unbeknownst to the group, Derek hung close by, blending in with the high school kids. Now that he was certain Allison was carrying Scott's child, he made it his personal job to watch over her. He'd have to find the perfect chance to pull the expectant father or Stiles away to break the news.
Scott had an arm around Allison's shoulder while she had hers around his waist. Both teens were laughing, happy to see their best friends enjoying the other's company. "Stiles and Lydia are getting along pretty good, huh?" she asked.
Scott knocked back his tequila, wincing as it ran down his throat. "I know right. What has this world come to? Now that you think about it, I like her better this way."
Allison puckered her glossy lips and then shook her head, wavering around her bouncy curls. "I guarantee you by Monday, she'll be back to herself in no time."
"Then we'll just have to see about that."
Although Allison leaned more towards the studious and good-girl type, she found herself glancing around for a drink, presumably alcohol to drown her worries. "I'm gonna go get a drink, you guys want one?" asked Allisom.
"Definitely!" beamed Jackson, chugging his beer then tossing the empty bottle away. Before taking off, Allison had failed to catch Stiles' nervous expression. Thankfully, she hadn't been drinking since they arrived, so it was all good. "I can't let her drink; it would definitely harm the baby." He quickly shot up and trailed behind her. "Stiles? I can get you something-"
"Oh no. I'm pretty picky with my choices of liquor. Did you know dark liquor makes me sick to my stomach?"
"No I didn't. Thanks for the tip."
Smirking, the beautiful brunette made her way to a keg where she began filling a plastic cup when she felt someone's gaze go through her; she whipped around, and was surprised to see an extremely handsome blonde boy looking down at her. "Hey Brody." She said, politely smiling at him.
"What's up gorgeous?" He coolly asked, titling his head to the side as if he were studying her, but then replaced his smile with a frown upon seeing Stiles. "And…friend?" he questioned hopefully.
"Uh… ding ding ding! Good answer!" Retorted Stiles, offering a sarcastic smile. "Also the friend of her boyfriend who happens to be standing over there." He pointed over to Scott, Brody not even bothering to turn around. "Take the hint, she's not available."
Brody licked his lips as he eyed Allison then turned evil eyed when he shot back at Stiles. "Hey I'm just being friendly. We've already met."
Being in Lydia's circle, Allison was quick to meet the popular crowd, as well as college students. At a frat party on her second week being in Beacon Hills did she meet Brody Crimshaw. He made it evident that he was attracted to her, but she politely turned him down.
Stiles opted to stay by her side until he heard his name being called. "STILINSKI!" screamed Danny, walking along with Justin and some of their teammates, arms extended out with a beer bottle in his hand. "MY MAIN MAN! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE BRO! YOU GOT A KEG WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"
"Oh no, I'm good Danny." Stiles retorted shaking his hands at him. Despite his pleas, the boys each grabbed a hold of him, hauling him away from Allison. What pissed him off more was the smile Brody wore across his face; if only he could smack it off him.
"This is bad, really really bad!" thought Stiles as he turned back to Allison and Brody, falling back farther and farther away as his group of teammates practically dragged him towards the keggers. Although he was being pulled away, Stiles couldn't help but think something about Brody sent chills down his spine; even though he didn't meet him until tonight, he'd seen him somewhere.
"So what's up, I haven't seen you since we last went bowling. You've been partying a lot lately?"
"Oh if you mean by being locked in the house watching reruns of Gossip Girl with a tub of ice cream, then yeah I've been partying alright."
"How about we start our own little party by me getting you a drink?"
Nodding her head slowly, Allison smiled at him. "Yeah, I'd like that. How about a strawberry daiquiri, they're really good."
Giving her a flirtatious wink, he playfully cupped her face, making her pull away slightly. "Anything for pretty girls."
Brody turned and walked towards the crowd, getting lost in it as he searched for a cooler loaded with beers. Once he found a red one, he kicked it open and pulled out wine cooler before he slowly walked over to a tree, taking cover. Assuring no one was watching, he slipped a pill into the drink as he made his way back to Allison.
Sadly for him, the drugged beverage was knocked viciously from his grip as a muscular body ran into him full force. "Hey asshole, that was my dr-" a pair of hands wrapping around his shirt collar stopped him in mid-sentence as Derek slammed the boy into a tree.
"You mean her drink which you drugged so you can have advantage over her when she's unconscious and unable to fight back." Growled Derek, pushing Brody into the tree harder while he grunted in pain. "Look man, it's just Tylenol, okay? I get these migraines at the craziest ti-"
"If I even catch you talking to her let alone looking at her, I'll fucking end you. Got it, pretty boy?" growled Derek pushing the boy into the tree even harder. Receiving the message loud and clear, Brody pulled away from Derek and stumbled a bit, bumping into nearby partygoers before he fled.
Meanwhile Scott sat back waiting on Allison with Lydia, and an impatient and annoyed Jackson who knocked back another shot. Stiles and Lydia had actually gotten along a lot better than they did at formal; they had slowly but surely bonded over the most random of subjects.
Feeling uneasy as time flew by, Scott found himself looking around for Allison. "Hey guys, I'm gonna go look for my missing girlfriend. Can you try not to kill one another?"
Jackson smirked as he held up his beer. "No need to warn me, I already got my gun cocked McCall." He knocked his beer back.
"Good. Then I'll be waiting for you to wrap your lips around the barrel and pull the trigger." Muttered Lydia with her arms crossed. "Douchebag." She checked her nails, acting as casual as ever while he evilly eyeballed her.
"You know, I wonder what it is I saw in you." Jackson hissed at his ex, throwing down his empty bottle.
"Hmmm… my body. Well you adored my lips, my boobs, and my personality. By the way, you ever tell your friends about your little nickname sugar lump-"
"LYDIA! Shall we not!" Jackson leaned forward, half whispering half screaming
Scott couldn't help but laugh despite his on and off hatred for Jackson; he quickly paced around searching for Allison.
As he was doing so, not too far away his mentor Derek took over Allison-watch as he joined her by the tree. "Well well, look who came out of the dark and joined society. Derek Hale." She smiled at him.
"Just so you know it, I never miss a party. I just prefer to keep to myself and do my own thing without people in my ear all the time."
"Understandable," Allison shook her head in agreement. "You don't grow tired of me do you?" she joked around like she was going to cry.
He couldn't help but laugh at the teenage girl; unlike most girls, Allison was kind and genuine. It was much too hard to be mad or rude to her for Derek. "No, BFFs forever. So, how have you been lately?"
Shaking her head slowly Allison retorted. "I've been better." She chewed her lip.
"Oh yeah. And how's that? You're always the happiest girl around."
"Other than the fact that I'll be grounded until I'm 18, I've been sick a lot, I'm tired not to mention irritable, I love everything one minute then hate it the next, I'm fat, oh and not to mention I literally crapped my pants in school."
The last part made Derek's eyes shoot open. "What? No way! And I thought pissing my pants in the third grade play was embarrassing."
Both young people shared a quick laugh, giggling like kids until their ribs began to ache. They then fell into an uncomfortable silence until Derek broke it. "So, about you being sick. What do you think it is the flu?"
Furrowing her brows, she looked down at the ground, tugging at her red blouse she wore under her tan jacket. "It makes no sense. I'm hungry all the time yet I hurl everything I eat and that sucks by the way since food is one of my many loves. I'm sure its that." She looked back up into the Alpha's eyes.
Derek's gaze fell to the ground, worry spread all over his face; as of now, the scent of the unborn Beta evaded his nose. Immediately catching onto his expression Allison shot back. "It's not like I'm dying. I'm fine. It's just the flu." She gingerly placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Allison… I'm not so sure if that's it." He looked up to meet her gaze which now turned to scared. "Look where's Scott?"
Before she could respond, Allison found her hands shooting on her ears as the annoying screech of a megaphone interrupted their conversation. Looking up, Lucas stood on the back of a truck as the alarmed kids calmed down. "Attention Beacon Hills students, we've just got word that the cops are on the way. Party is officially over! Ya'll better get your asses home!"
For about half a second the quiet lingering around the crowd turned to screams and chaos as high school kids fought to get to their vehicles, nearly trampling one another. Shoving, kicking, as well as leaping over one another, it was a fight to the finish line.
Allison was much too scared to move, more frightened of the stampede around her than the cops. As for Derek, he immediately took action, grabbing the younger girl's forearm and tugging her with him. "WE'LL CATCH UP WITH THE OTHERS LATER! JUST COME WITH ME RIGHT NOW!" He had to keep her safe at no cost. Wrapping an arm around her back, he used his free arm to act as a shield against her belly as they trudged through the sea of drunken minors.
While Derek and Allison headed for the temporary parking lot, Scott, Lydia, and Jackson were fighting through the crowd as well, leaping and shoving through warm bodies. "THE NIGHT I HAD TO WEAR MY TALLEST HEELS!" screeched Lydia.
Disoriented and slightly buzzed, Stiles miraculously made his way out of the crowd and towards Scott and their classmates.
In the parking lot, kids leaped into cars and sped off into the night nearly hitting one another like a bumper car game. Although he didn't drive tonight, Derek already planeed their escape, spotting Stiles' Jeep in the fray; sadly, Allison was accidently pushed away from him and into the sea of kids. "DEREK!" she turned back and threw her arm out to him.
"ALLISON! DON'T MOVE!" he yelled, shoving a boy out of the way. "I'LL COME GET YOU!"
"I CAN'T!" the fight against the pile of bodies was pointless, exhausting her to where they practically carried her through. At first she lost hope, until someone tugged her arm.
"WHERE'S YOUR FRIENDS?" screamed Brody over the various voices, dragging her to a red Corvette.
"I LOST THEM!"
Shoving the key in the lock, the college student threw the door open for the school girl. "Get in! I'll get you home!" she wasted no time and threw herself in the car, fastening her seatbelt in a hurry. He hopped in alongside her and did the same, throwing the car in drive and taking off.
Derek shoved through a pair of girls in time to see Allison get in the car with Brody. Reacting, he hauled ass, pushing through every kid and giving chase. Unfortunately for the werewolf, a Honda Civic backed up much too fast, striking him in the side and sending him skidding across the grass, landing shoulder first.
He looked up to see the Corvette peer off into the night with the other cars. "SHIT!" he roared pounding his fist into the earth.
"DEREK!" screamed Scott, running alongside his friends. The older Beta turned to see his first pack member running to his aid while the second one unlocked his Porsche with the car keys.
Jackson rushed up to his vehicle and threw open his door as Lydia did to hers as well. Scott and Stiles leaned down to assist the fallen friend. "Are you ok?" Scott asked, pulling his pack leader to his feet.
Growling, the Alpha werewolf retorted bitterly. "I'm just peachy… fuck no I'm not ok! I dislocated my shoulder." Thanks to the amazing healing abilities, Derek threw his arm back into place, popping it so violently it made poor Lydia jump.
"Oh sweet agony." She muttered clutching her wrist.
"Look, we don't have time to sit here talking. We got to go, now." Derek ordered more than asked. Scott glanced around, taking notice on his girlfriend's absence. He cupped his hands to his mouth. "ALLISON! ALLISON!"
"Forget it, its no use. She already left."
"But… with who?"
"That blonde toolbox Brody. He got her in his car when that fucking car hit me."
Lydia arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow in confusion. "So… how is that bad? Brody is a friend."
"Believe me, that guy's intentions aren't so friendly. Get in, I'll explain every gory detail." He groaned, clutching his aching shoulder.
The high schoolers did as they were instructed and got in their respected vehicles, Scott however, took over in Stiles' Jeep. The two cars sped off into the night with the other cars just as the flashing police lights danced in the distance.
XXX
Completely ignoring the numerous street signs he passed in the red Corvette, Brody sped down the street leading to a peaceful neighborhood as if he were on the freeway; Allison made sure her seat belt was properly fastened.
"Woah slow down Brody. You remember my house is around here right?" rambled Allison clutching onto the seatbelt. "And what if little kids are out?"
"Yeah I know. But seriously, who goes the speed limit? So lame." He coolly drove the vehicle with one hand while his elbow was propped on the window, leaning back in the seat.
Allison lowered her head like a scared rabbit, keeping her eyes on Brody while his were fixated on the road. "So, what does that make me?" she squeaked.
The college stud turned his attention away from the road to focus his attention on the younger girl. "Well I like you. So consider yourself in the safe zone."
"… Thanks. I like you too." The vibrating in her side allowed her to release her grip on the seatbelt, shoving her hands into her pocket and pulling out her phone as she put her fingers to work with the buttons.
"Wher r u?" flashed the obnoxious white letters on the screen, the caller ID read Scott.
Much too busy spelling out the words in her text, she failed to notice Brody looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. Like a true girl, she added a few xo's to the end of the text along with a funny face before sending it off to Scott.
"Caught a ride wit Brody. B home soon. XOXO XP."
Clearing her throat, she looped a dark strand of hair behind her ear then gave a stone hard stare out the window.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Asked Brody, eyeing her from head to toe, making Allison uneasy. She fidgeted with the zipper to her jacket, trying to calm her nerves.
"Yes Brody. I practically slip in the drool guys leave when I walk into the room." Allison threw out with a strong hint of sarcasm, with a bit of fear caked in her voice. The emotions she desperately wanted to escape from her chest fled once her house came into view; at the same time her phone vibrated in her pocket again.
"Oh, here I am. Thanks for the ride." Using her index and thumb finger, she pulled the stubborn lock out of place and gripped the handle. Unbeknownst to her, Brody clicked the lock back in and sped right on by the house making Allison turn to him. "What the hell? I have to go home, Brody. I'm already grounded."
Licking his lips, the blonde kept his gaze on the road. "Well I don't want you to go."
Mouth gaping and hands shaking, Allison slumped in her seat shaking her head as the phone vibrated again in her pocket; it was as if she was glued in this position. "Brody, this isn't funny." She seemed to have trouble finding her voice. Rushing, she shoved her hands into her pocket and pulled out her phone, quickly scrolling through the contacts.
Just when she landed in the H's, the phone was snatched up by Brody, who shoved it into his pocket. "That would've been a burden." He turned to face the scared teen with an evil smirk on his face.
While Brody had poor Allison trapped in his car, Scott, Stiles, and Derek flew through the night in Stiles' blue Jeep searching for her. Scott had the wheel while a still buzzed Stiles looked to the left as Derek looked to the right.
Jackson and Lydia searched around in his silver Porsche.
"What'd she say when you texted her?" asked the older Beta, searching through the darkness for Allison.
Scott held his foot down on the gas harder as the trio fled down the street. "That she caught a ride with Brody Crimshaw and he's taking her home. Still, something isn't right, I can feel it."
"Yeah me too. That guy smelled like trouble. You should've seen how he looked at her." Growled Derek, cracking his knuckles.
A disgusting burp escaped from Stiles mouth as he hung his head out the vehicle. "Oh crap." He coughed a bit.
Derek turned around in the passenger seat to examine the drunken teenager. "What now? Don't get sick on us Stiles. But then again, it's your car so-"
"Yeah, I'm gonna be sick but it's not the crappy beer. About that guy, Brody Crimshaw, you ever heard of the name Scott?"
"Kinda, but I never paid much attention to it before." Retorted Scott turning a corner a bit too fast.
"It just hit me! I remember going through police reports on my dad's desk one night and I came across his files. He's had all kind of charges against him dropped."
"And your point is?" Derek sniffed around for Allison or the baby's scent.
"One of those charges was date rape."
The two Betas' breath caught in their throats, eyes as wide as dinner plates, and fear mixed with anger flooded their chest. Scott pushed down on the gas harder by now, shooting down the street. "If he lays a finger on her, I'll fucking kill him." Muttered Scott, his eyes now turned a golden yellow.
Making a hard left nearly a block from Allison's house, Brody sped down the street while a sniffing Allison helplessly tugged at the door handle. "Just give it up, darling. It'll make it easier if you just relax."
"You don't have to do this. Take me back or just let me out here, I'll walk home! Please, I won't tell." Whimpered Allison, warm tears spilled down her cheeks.
Brody began snickering at his own sick game. "That's what they all say. But not all of them keep quiet. I want to believe you, but the risk of getting caught is huge."
Once a black Infiniti came into view, Brody slowed down to keep all suspicion off of him, going at a slower pace than before. Seeing this as an opportunity of escape, Allison acted quickly; she punched him in the nads, and made a grab for the door, unlocking it and throwing it open. Freedom was only seconds away.
Sadly for her, Brody was quick too. He sucked up the pain and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling the girl back into the car and slamming the door. He then zoomed off, one hand on the wheel while he used the other to restrain his prisoner.
"Help me…!" Allison banged on the glass window.
"Shut up Allison, before I make you shut up!"
Her seatbelt was still stretched across her chest and her hands were now scratching at her attacker's face. "BITCH!" roared Brody in pain after Allison scratched him on the cheek, digging in deep enough to make it bleed. As Allison put up a fight, Brody only became madder and frustrated, slamming his foot down even harder on the gas.
"IF YOU DON'T STOP THE CAR I'M GETTING OUT!" screamed Allison pulling at the lock once again.
She pulled the lock up, and threw open the door throwing her body out as the Corvette sped down the street, but the safety device kept her in her seat. "ALLISON, GET BACK IN HERE! DON'T!"
Allison let out a scream of fear and for help as she managed to throw one foot out of the car. Brody was much more worried about her slipping away than where he was going; a horrible mistake which would cost them.
The car sped towards a truck parked on the side of the street, but Brody shot up quick enough to prevent a collision, but still clipped the end of the car. Doing a complete 180, the deadly combination of speed and turning sent the car flipping upside down and skidding across the neighborhood street. Allison and Brody unleashed ear pitching screams from within the vocal cords until they came to an abrupt end when the totaled Corvette slammed into an Acura, setting off the car alarm.
A few house down, an older man in his late twenties threw open his front door, with his wife and children in tow. "Priscilla call the ambulance! Get Nolan and Chelsea back inside." The blonde haired woman nodded and agreement, before turning to the small kids and ushering them inside.
"Mommy, what's going on?" asked the little boy tiredly.
The young mother scooped the boy into her arms while she led her daughter into the house with her. "Something bad happened sweetheart. Let daddy handle it."
Brody lat out a painful groan as he cautiously slipped his bruised and battered body out from the broken driver's side window. Shocked and disoriented, he made a grab for something reliable to hold him up, only to slide onto his backside. Then it clicked in his head when he finally came to: Allison!
"Allison!" he limped as fast as one leg could carry him to the passenger side, kneeling down to find the unconscious girl lying inside the car. Her face had too many cuts to count and the sight of her was brutal. "No…" He reached over to check for a pulse when he heard a voice behind him.
"HEY YOU! STOP! STOP HIM!" yelled the husband and father who happened to witness the wreck. Ignoring the pain, Brody ran off into the night, leaving Allison for dead. The man stopped once he lost the latter, but not before getting a good look at his face. Instinctively, he rushed over to the passenger side where Allison lay unresponsive.
"Can you hear me? Ma'am? Help's on the way."
He began waving his arms once the blue and red lights came into view. Thank God for teenagers on Friday night, after all or else the cops and ambulance wouldn't have gotten there any quicker.
XXX
No matter how many times Lydia got the voice mail from Allison's phone, she continued to call and call, praying her friend was home safe and would pick up. A small whimper escaped her lips as the voicemail shot through her ear again. "Please, God, please pick up the phone." She muttered, swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat. "Something must've happened."
Jackson slowed down for the speed bump in front of them. "Lydia, just stop before you give yourself a heart attack. She has to be ok."
"And what if she's not, Jackson?" she sharply retorted, tears threatened to fall down her face.
"We're gonna find her. We're gon-"
Sadly, the third Beta was proved wrong when the overwhelming sounds of sirens filled the night. Lydia went from sniffles and a few tears to full on sobbing now.
Gripping his wheel, Jackson did something he did on rare occasions. He prayed.
XXX
Within minutes, the EMTs loaded Allison on a stretcher and wrapped her in a head brace. Stephen had arrived not too long ago and just got through interviewing the witness and his wife. He then walked over to meet with his well-trusted Deputy Marci Hawkins.
"What we got Hawkins?" he asked crunching over the small shards of glass.
"Neighbor here says he heard a young woman in distress while the family was in the middle of dinner. Came out to investigate, and found a red Corvette upside down. The driver crawled out, checked on the passenger, but she was unconscious. He fled the scene."
"They got a good look at the driver; blonde hair, muscular build, red flannel shirt and jeans, late teens to early twenties." She finished leading him over to the destroyed vehicle.
"And the passenger. What's her condition?" asked Stephen, looking up to see the EMTs rolling the young victim over towards them.
"She's in critical condition. Not any older than eighteen I'd say. She might be one of the runaway puppies from the party we were assigned to crash in the woods."
Once the EMTs rolled by with the stretcher, Stephen's eyes got huge and his heart went to his knees. "Allison?" his gaze fell upon her bruised and bloody face, almost sending him to his knees. "Sir, you know this girl?" Hawkins placed a caring hand on his shoulder.
"Yes… she's one of my son's friends. How did she end up here?" he asked with a shaky voice.
"Can't say, but this vehicle was reported stolen a couple of days ago. What she was doing in it, I don't know." Hawkins crossed her arms.
Unable to respond, the sheriff was brought to his senses when the African- American male EMT spoke. "Her abdomen is swollen. It couldn't have possibly been from the crash." He gently lifted her blouse, revealing the bump. "Oh my God… she's pregnant. She needs medical attention immediately."
Marci turned to them quickly, rushing over to the pair. "Can you tell how far long she is?" she asked, gingerly rubbing Allison's baby bump.
"Not right now, but if we knew, we'd know what we're dealing with. They'll have to perform an ultrasound on her to tell. Let's just hope they both pull through."
Stephen rubbed both his hands over his face, fighting back the strong urge to cry. At precisely the same time, the all-too-familiar Jeep pulled up to the scene, tires screeching on the concrete.
All three boys leaned in their seats at the tragedy in front of them, catching sight of the battered Corvette. "No…" mouthed Derek hopping out of the Jeep. He ran over to the crash followed by Scott and then Stiles.
Stephen sniffed a bit, pulling himself together as he watched Scott race past Derek and his son to the ambulance. Three cops threw themselves in front of him, restraining him as he fought back. "IS IT HER? IS IT ALLISON? LET ME SEE HER, PLEASE! MR. STILINSKI!"
Circling his foot on the concrete, Stephen slowly approached the distraught teenager. "Let him through! Let him get by!" he demanded, walking to the ambulance as he threw up an arm; the EMT's kept the stretcher on the ground.
The minute the cops released him, Scott jogged over to the stretcher where his girlfriend lay. The minute he laid eyes on her, he broke down. "Allison, I'm here. Don't die on me please. I'm not gonna leave you again!" he gently stroked her blood soaked hair.
"Scott-"
"WHERE IS HE? I WANT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" he was so full of rage, hungry for revenge, he punched a dent in the ambulance, making the EMTs jump in fear.
"Scott." Stephen approached the boy from behind, grabbing and holding him in place. For the first two minutes, Scott kicked and screamed, fighting against the Sheriff's hold until he could fight no more. "Breathe. Breathe."
"Scott, we need to know how far along she is." Stephen said, pointing to Allison as she was loaded into the ambulance. Blinded by tears, Scott turned to face the elder Stilinski.
"What do you mean? How far long?"
"You don't know."
The dark haired teenage boy shook his head, confused just tattooed all over his face. "Scott… she's pregnant."
It breaks my heart to have to do that to Allison, but that's how they all find out... well the ones who don't know that is. I finally feel like I have reached my goal of putting out the revealization of Allison's pregnancy. Thank you all readers for being so patient and reviewing on this story. Support is a great motivation along with getting to the part where the baby is born. Keep reviweing and reading!