Goodbye Erica - Part 1
Preview: The girls say goodbye to their dearly departed friend; suspicion sends Allison on a wild goose chase and the arrival of a familiar face sends the girls off the rails.
Warning: Mature situations and concepts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf (because if I did, there would already be Stydia babies running around lol)
Psychologically these girls felt as though their minds were being toyed with. It was as if every second a new riddle was being placed in front of them. Now they had to deal with an underlying message written on the back of their friend's funeral invitation and it made them sick to their stomachs.
"What the hell does this mean?" Malia questioned while throwing the invitation on Lydia's bed.
The girls had moved everything into Lydia's bedroom so her parents wouldn't ask questions. They are terrified of what will happen next, especially if this is the same person that attacked Malia.
A sigh escaped Lydia's mouth, "I don't know."
"Well let's look on the bright side; we get the opportunity to properly say goodbye to our best friend," Allison was the one to always shine light on a dark situation.
Lydia's eye fell shut, "Allison how can we look on the bright side when someone trying to ruin-"
"Maybe you should stop being so selfish and realize that our best friend is dead! She's never coming back and I want the chance at a real goodbye," Allison couldn't stay in that room any longer.
It hurt that her friends were too preoccupied in their own lives to care about anything else. Yes E may be torturing them, but that can never overpower the fact that someone they cared about was gone…
Not once looking back, Allison continued down Lydia's driveway. She just needed to be away from the girls before she said something she could never take back.
Back in Lydia's room the girls sat confused by what just played out.
"Maybe Allison is right; maybe where just a little too focused on E," Kira grabbed her bag and started walking toward the door.
It had been a while since they were all together and maybe it was becoming too much to handle, "I think we all just need a break from each other to figure out our own lives."
Lydia and Malia nodded in agreement before Kira finally exited the room.
Malia stood from the chair, placed in the corner of Lydia's room, and rested a hand on Lydia's shoulder, "Lyds I'll talk to you soon okay; if you need anything don't hesitate to call and don't forget to return that file."
Lydia was left all alone. She understood that in a group full of girls there were bound to be a few fights, but for some reason she felt as though she caused this one and that didn't sit well with her.
Maybe after everyone figured out their own lives, their friendship could mend itself…
The autumn air coursed through Malia's lungs as she inhaled deeply. The amount of anxiety surrounding her was unreal. Malia had been blinded by everything following Erica's death; Stiles wanted nothing to with her and she hadn't seen her father since before the attack.
She wanted to tell her dad everything, but with E running loose there was no telling what could happen.
Malia opened the door and stepped through the threshold of her home. Tension was present in the air as she closed the door tightly behind herself. The house was dead silent and the only sign life was the beam of light illuminating the kitchen.
She slowly inched toward the light. The further she moved down the hallway the faster her heart began to race. She was walking into the unknown without any idea of how her father was going to react to her presence.
As she rounded the corner her father's distraught face came into view. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, a glass in his hand and an opened bottle of whiskey in front of him.
Malia's voice shook, "Dad?"
She could see the absence behind her father's eyes. Every time he lifted a drink to his mouth he would turn into a different person.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Malia could barely get her words out she was so frightened, "I-I'm sorry."
"How dare you walk into my house after not coming home for two days," Mr. Tate was now standing. Liquor was spilling over his glass onto the cold tiled floor, "And why the hell was there broken glass on the living room floor."
Three years… three years he had been sober and now he was just throwing all the progress down the drain. Malia could even look her father in the eyes, "Dad why are you doing this?"
In one swift motion the liquor filled glass was flung across the room shattering into millions of pieces as it collided with the wall.
"Everything is your fault; from the day you were born you ruined my life," Mr. Tate was now standing inches away from Malia, "You killed your mother."
Malia broke, she couldn't take it anymore; that dreadful day will forever haunt every hour of her life. Malia will never forget that her mother died trying to save her life.
Mr. Tate walked back to the counter grabbing the bottle in his hand and taking a large sip. "Now get out of my sight."
Malia ran to her room not being able to stay in the moment any longer. Tears ran down her face as each blow her father trough registered in her mind. She slammed her door behind herself shutting out the world.
Malia wanted to wallow in her sorrows alone; first Stiles and now her father. How much more could a 16 year old girl handle? Malia was brought out of her internal rant by the vibration of her phone. She quickly drew the phone from her pocket mesmerized by what was displayed on the front screen.
Why don't you ask daddy what actually happened to mommy dearest - E
Lydia's feet landed on the cold hard floor as she stepped out of the steaming shower and gently she wrapped a warm towel around her body. As she sauntered toward the mirror she noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the worry lines forming across her forehead.
Lydia turned away in disgust. That girl she saw in the mirror was a reflection of who she never wanted to become and it was all because she made a poor decision of not choosing her friends wisely.
Lydia crossed over to her room and headed to dresser. She wretched inside the top drawer and pulled out her favorite pajamas. She slid on her underwear and clothes before she heard a slight knock on her door.
"Just a second," Lydia pulled her long strawberry blonde locks into a high bun as she walked over to open the door. As the door creaked open and revealed the culprit Lydia could not believe her eyes, "What are you doing here?"
"You mother let me in."
So many emotions coursed through Lydia's veins. She didn't know whether to feel angry or guilty, but no matter what the sight of Stiles Stilinski lit a fire within her.
A sigh slipped from Lydia's lips, "What are you doing here, Stiles?"
"I… I didn't know where else to go." A look of despair was present on his face and this set Lydia on edge.
After a long pause, Lydia stepped aside allowing Stiles to enter her room. He moved toward her bed as she closed the door letting her back fall flat against it. No one spoke, but the silence was comfortable; familiar in a sense.
Stiles' eyes were fixed on the ground as he opened his mouth to speak, "Did you love me?"
"What?" Lydia pushed off the door surprised by what she had just been asked.
Their eyes locked forming an unspoken connection. Lydia could see all of the pain behind Stiles' eyes and she hated herself for causing some of that pain. "When we were together, did you love me?"
"Of course I loved you, Stiles," Lydia moved to sit by his side and gently placed her hand in his, "I wouldn't have been with you if I didn't love you."
There was no response prompting Lydia to only pursue the conversation more to discover the problem, "Stiles why would ask me that?"
"It was just so natural with you. Why does Malia have to make everything so complicated?" And there it was. The real reason as to why Stiles was sitting on Lydia's bed at 11 o'clock at night.
Lydia grabbed a hold of Stiles' chin forcing him to look her in the eye, "Listen to me, there is no doubt that Malia is madly in love you."
Stiles pushed away standing in anger, "If she was in love with me she wouldn't have forgotten our first date."
"Stiles she didn't mean to-"
"Bullshit, you wouldn't have forgotten our first date."
Lydia followed his movement, "You can't keep comparing our relationship to yours and Malia's," she looked up at him as he stared down at her taking in her every feature. Lydia hadn't realized how tall Stiles actually was until she was standing face to face with him.
"Stiles I can't deny the what we had was… breathtaking, but it's not about you and I anymore," Lydia slipped her hands into Stiles' large calloused hands, "You have to give Malia a break. So much has happened in such a short amount of time and she's a little overwhelmed."
Stiles couldn't look her in the eyes, "I just don't know what to do."
"Talk to her. Tell her how you feel, but don't give up because the Stiles I know and love doesn't give up."
Lydia wrapped her arms gently around his torso as Stiles wrapped her into a tight embrace. She breathed in his familiar scent of pine trees and aftershave, and it calmed her beating heart. Stiles would forever be the only man that can make Lydia feel whole.
…
Lydia and Stiles descended the staircase their hands still tightly intertwined. Lydia loved the way there hands fit together and was dreading having to let go.
When they made it to the front door Stiles finally let go of Lydia's hand and the lack of contact created a void in her heart. "Lydia, thank you for everything…you're kind of amazing." A smile spread across Lydia's face.
"Stiles, if you ever need anything or just want someone to talk to don't hesitate to call me," Lydia wrapped Stiles into a warm embrace before shutting the door tightly after he left.
"Did Stiles leave?" The warm sound of her mother's voice rang through her ears, "I was hoping to have a little chat with him."
Lydia rolled her eyes and made her way into the kitchen, "Well sorry mom you missed your chance." Lydia opened the refrigerator and grabbed two bottle of water before shutting it tightly once again, "And besides what do you need to talk to him for?"
Mrs. Martin was sitting at the counter when Lydia took a seat next to her. She slide one other that waters over to her mother as Mrs. Martin continued the conversation.
"I just wanted to see how he's been and what's changed since our last talk."
Lydia rolled her eyes before taking a sip from her water bottle.
She knows that her mother and father have a strong relationship with Stiles, but it seems as though are in denial of Stiles and Lydia's non-existent relationship, "Mom, Stiles and I are not together anymore. He's actually seeing some else."
Curiosity peaked Mrs. Martin's interest, "And who is this 'someone else' to be exact."
"Mom it doesn't matter! It won't change the fact that Stiles has moved on and wants nothing to do with me." Lydia placed her head on the granite counter top realizing how much she was still in love with Stiles.
Her mother's hand began stroking her back in a soothing motion, "Sweetheart, Stiles will always have a place for you in his heart. You were his first love and love like that never dies."
These were the moments she cherished with her mother. Just being able to talk to her and be comforted by her in a time of need made her feel whole inside, but it also made her feel guilty, "Mom I need to tell you something."
Lydia stood from her seated position causing a look of confusion to spread across Mrs. Martin's face, "What is it Lydia?"
"It's about dad…"
It seemed as though nothing in Allison's life was going right at the moment. She didn't know whether or not she still had friends and now she had to deal with the both of her parents being around. Her name vibrated off the walls as her father called her from downstairs.
She slipped into her slippers and descended the stair case of her house. Allison's parents were waiting in the kitchen for her arrival. They both smug looks plastered across their faces prompting the anxiety within her to spill over.
"What did you call me down her for?" she could sense her parents on edge.
Her mother was the first to speak, "Sweetie you can breathe it's nothing bad." Allison refused to listen and continued to stand still until she received the information she wanted.
Chris let out a frustrated sigh, "Allison, calm down. We just wanted to let you know that you letter came in the mail."
Everything suddenly clicked; Allison had been so wrapped up in her own world that she had forgotten about the internship she applied for over the summer.
"Is the envelope big or small?"
"Does it really matter, Allison?"
"Yes it does," Allison snapped back at her mother. She couldn't understand why her mom felt the need to comment about something she has no idea about, "Where is it?"
Chris placed the hefty envelope into his daughters grasp. He was so excited for her; this is something she has been dreaming of since she found out that the University of California was offering fall internships on campus.
Allison took a deep breath before finally ripping the seal off the back of the envelope. This could make or break her future at UCLA. She slides her hand into the slightly opened envelope pulling out a weightless piece of paper. She carefully read the taking in every word that was typed up.
A small gasp escapes her mouth causing curiosity to build within her father, "Allison if you don't tell me what that paper says right now, I'm going to ex-"
"I got in." Allison looked at her father in disbelief, "Dad I got in!"
They all erupted into cheers as Argent scooped his daughter tightly into his arms. After all of the darkness filling their lives it was nice to finally shed light onto a dark situation.
She was waiting for this day. Allison was now one step closer to her future, but it pained her to think that she can't run upstairs and call her friends. She missed them already and it hadn't even been a full day.
Argent gently placed Allison down. He could sense a change in his daughter; something was wrong but he knew that prying into her life would only push her further away.
"Hey kiddo," he gently rested a hand on her shoulder, "I am so proud of you; no one deserves this more than you."
"Now Allison," her mother budded in ending the wave f happiness, "I don't want you moving too fast; you're still a teenager and you have a lot of time to decide what you want to don in the future."
Allison felt as though her mom always had to ruin great moments and she was sick of it, "Can I please just enjoy one thing without you finding something negative to say!"
"Allison I am sorry."
"Why don't you go back to your new family and leave us alone." Allison ran from the kitchen in a fury. It baffled her as to how a woman whom was barely in her life as a child could come back and in one day think she has some control over her.
All Allison wanted do was go and talk to her friends, but the earlier events crept back into her mind. She grabbed her jacket and slipped on her boots before walking out the front door.
She continued to walk in an attempt to rid her mind of the negativity she held inside. Allison had no particular destination, so it confused her as to why she ended up at his place.
Two years… it had been two years since she had stepped foot on his front steps. Two years since he had disappeared, but now he's back and Allison is ready for answers.
It took several knocks before the door swung ajar revealing his crystal blue eyes, "Allison?"
"I know it's late and you probably were asleep, but I'm ready."
Isaac rubbed sleep from his eyes taking in the fact that Allison Argent was standing on his door step at 11 o'clock at night, "Ready for what Allison?"
"I'm ready for you to give me the real reason as to why you left me…"
Isaac knew this day would soon come; granted he was hoping that it wouldn't happen this late at night while he was standing in nothing but his underwear.
He moved aside letting Allison step inside of the house. Isaac watched as she moved to his living room, "The truth will set you free."
Isaac went upstairs to throw on his pajamas while Allison took a seat on the couch. It had been so long since she had stepped foot in his house and deep down inside Allison loved the feeling of familiarity she got when she was here.
Allison was brought out of her internal thoughts as a still shirtless Isaac sat in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat as she relished in the thought of his chiseled muscles gently rubbing against her body.
Isaac stared deeply into her eyes, "You have to promise me that before you jump to any conclusions, you'll let me tell you the whole story."
Allison nodded in agreement prompting Isaac to continue.
"I started down a dark path at the beginning of my junior year. You had gone away for the summer and my parents had decided it was the perfect time to get a divorce. After you left I started hanging out with the wrong crowd; staying out past curfew, drinking and smoking. Then I started to get worse. I was addicted to ecstasy and Xanax and one day my mom found a pill bottle in bedside table. I was sent away to a rehab facility for a year."
Isaac was in tears pouring his heart out to the love of his life. Allison couldn't believe her ears; the man of her dreams was going through hell while she was off having the time of her life. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have come back for you."
"Allison I had to leave, I loved you too much to let that ruin your life."
Tears were streaming down Allison's face, "We were supposed to get through that together. You were supposed to tell me not just run away without even a goodbye."
"Allison listen to me! I love you so much, and I couldn't let my foolish mistakes ruin your chance at a normal life," Isaac caressed Allison's face looking deeply into her tear filled eyes.
Before Allison could react their lips collided. She closed her eyes savoring the warmth behind Isaac's touch. His hand slid up her shirt sending chills down her spine. Allison traced the outline of his muscles as her head landed against the couch. The weight of Isaac's body on top of her caused a burning sensation to erupt in the pit of her stomach. Isaac placed soft kisses along Allison's jawline as she ran her hands through his chestnut hair.
Allison finally realized that as much as she wanted this to continue she knew it had to come to an end.
"Isaac stop, we can't do this," Allison pushed Isaac away and stood from the couch fixing her shirt, "This just can't happen."
Allison ran from the house leaving Isaac frustrated and confused. Allison dreamed of Isaac being her first, but she wanted it to out of love and passion not frustration and confusion.
