T/W FOR IMPLIED SEXUAL ASSAULT AND DRUG USE
It was dark, so very dark. Riley hated the dark, dark meant pain. It meant that she would be alone for days on end. Still, she sat in the dark, praying this time would be different.
Stiles paced up and down the length of his living room, biting his nails as his friends discussed strategy. He was trying very hard to remain calm. Allison had told him how the length of Riley's trauma really was. From abuse to rape to kidnapping. It didn't help that even Derek knew, Derek who had saved her and then let her go.
The friends went backwards and forwards, they knew where the Gardners were staying, as out of towners Peter had made contact to see what they were in Beacon Hills for. So although they knew where the Gardners were they didn't know how to get to Riley. It didn't help that the Sheriff had filed a missing person report. That meant that Mr and Mrs Matthews were being flown out which meant they had roughly a day to find and save Riley. Stiles had been against filing a report as it meant involving the Matthews in the supernatural but the Sherriff had stated that they needed to know.
After an hour or two Stiles noticed that his friends were beginning to leave and started to panic, Scott however placed a hand on Stiles's shoulder.
"Stiles, stop"
"Where are you all going?" he asked. Scott eyed Stiles, choosing his next words deliberately.
"We are going to save Riley... you need to stay here though. This will probably turn into a blood bath and we need you here just in case." Stiles's heart dropped
"Just in case of what" Scott sighed, he didn't like the fact that for once Stiles wasn't leading. It meant that Scott had to be the calmer of the two.
"Look Stiles there's a very real possibility that Riley will not survive the fight. You said it yourself that she was just beginning to regain her strength. We need you here in case she needs to go to the hospital. Please, Stiles, stay here." Stile wanted to protest. He wanted to kick and scream but he knew ultimately Scott was right. If he got there and Riley was dead he would ultimately fall apart which would only lead to more casualties. So Stiles hung his head
"Promise you'll phone me... get her out please"
"I promise." Then Scott left behind his best friend.
The basement was cold, the bed was hard. Although she supposed she should be grateful she was given a bed, she had the floor last time.
She had been there for a few hours and one of the lady wolves had attended to her, making sure she was somewhat clean. A ritual Riley knew by hand. It wasn't out of the goodness of their heart it was because they didn't want themselves to get dirty.
Riley looked up at the sound of the door opening and instantly felt sick, There stood Charlie Gardner. He took a step towards her and on instinct, she took a step back.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked. He snarled
"Taking what's mine!" his eyes began to glow and Riley could feel herself shake.
"Please... don't hurt me" at this Charlie stopped short.
"What like you did me, we could have had it all Riley! I loved you but you choose to be a little whore!" Riley glanced around to see any way of escape but she saw the needle too late for not a minute later her world disappeared from view.
When she came too her clothes were in a pile on the floor and her bra was ripped. It was dark, very dark and Riley felt sick. Her entire body ached, Shakely she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head before lying back on the bed. Her stomach began to churn and she turned on her side throwing up whatever remained of her lunch. She looked down to her wrists where her makeup had come off, seeing tiny little track marks. She began to feel sick again. She hadn't been on drugs since her escape and she began to feel ashamed. She should have fought it harder, she should have fought harder to stay alive. She should have done something but as she thought it she could hear Stiles's voice in her head telling her to stop being stupid.
As her eyes shut for the night she could have sworn she could hear his voice.