I'm just gonna cut to the chase, chapter 10.
"What do you mean? She took Stiles?" Scott let out an absolutely menacing growl, and charged up the stairs. It was too late, however. The glass of the window was shattered all over the bed, blood was all over everything, and Stiles was nowhere to be seen. Scott let out a pained howl, and quickly ran back to down to the girls.
Lydia was laying on the couch, letting out completely wrecked sobs and screaming Stiles name. Obviously whatever had came in had completely traumatized her. Allison was rubbing Lydia's back, trying to soothe her bawling friend. Scott immediately healed the gash in Lydia head, but she was still coated in glass and blood.
"I'll get the tweezers," Allison muttered with a shudder, imagining pulling glass from her best friends skin. She ran to the bathroom, searching through the drawers. She looked into the mirror and saw her reflection. Her face was pale and her hands were shaking. She was legitimately worried for her best friend.
Stiles was Lydia's rock. He kept her stable. The fact that he'd literally been taken right in front of her? She was likely to lose it at any moment. Even from down the hall Allison could hear Scott trying to soothe Lydia, who was in a clear panic.
Allison located the tweezers, and went running out of the bathroom. She sent Scott out of the room. The two girls stayed in a silence, Allison working on glass in Lydia's ribcage. That was when the labored breathing started. Everyone knows the feeling when you're crying so hard your breath starts breaking, and breathing becomes a pain. That was what was happening to Lydia. Allison was witnessing her best friend fall apart in front of her.
"Lydia you can't do that. I can't get the glass out," Allison muttered, her voice cracking. This was getting tough. Watching Lydia crumble was gut wrenching. Allison dropped the tweezers, and grabbed Lydia's hand.
"Scott's going to find him, Lydia. He's going to bring him home." Allison's voice was determined. She believed in Scott, who was already working on finding his friend. Surprisingly, Scott was handling this well. Allison assumed it was to calm Lydia down so she wouldn't have a total meltdown.
The glass was finally off of Lydia, and she had moved to sitting position on the couch. She claimed she couldn't shower, she was afraid to go anywhere alone. She had her arms wrapped around her knees, and was staring in space. That was when she spoke.
"This is my fault." Was all she said before a tear slid down her cheek. Allison was beside her with her arm draped around her almost instantly.
"No it's not! How could this be your fault Lydia! Wipe those years," Allison muttered, leaning over to wipe one of Lydia's tears. "You're the unshakable Lydia Martin! Scott will find Stiles soon." But even as she said it, she had her doubts.
"It is my fault. The women came bursting in, and she wanted me. Stiles told her she couldn't have me, to take him instead. If something happens to him, I'll never forgive myself!" Lydia moaned, bursting into tears once more. How that petite frame held so many tears was beyond Allison's comprehension.
Scott came around the corner, looking at the completely broken strawberry blonde girl sitting on the couch.
"I'm going to find him, for you." He told her, his teeth bared.
Then he left, not just the room, but the house entirely. As soon as he was gone Allison wrapped Lydia in a huge hug. That was when the truth fell from Lydia's mouth before she could stop it.
"I really love him."