Case ClosEd - Part 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf (because if I did Lydia would probably already be pregnant with Stiles' children) but any way ON WITH THE STORY!

"Lydia… is that you?"

...

It had been so long since she heard that voice. It felt like a ray of sunshine was peeking through the dark cloud know as Lydia Martin.

Slowly she turned in the direction the voice. Nothing else was said before both they ran toward each other enveloping one another into the tightest hug possible. Everything around them faded as they both took comfort in each other.

Both girls finally felt some gleam of hope that they might be able to make it through this god awful day.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much," Allison hummed into Lydia's hair, "When did you get back?"

Lydia didn't want to let go but she knew people were staring at them, "A week ago. I know I should've called, I've just been busy getting settled back into town."

"Its fine I get it. It's been a year, I didn't expect for things to go back to normal." It took a while for them to truly realize that this is the first time they have seen each other since that weekend.

"Well anyway how have you been? How was London?" The girls moved out of the middle of the hallway and began walking to their first period class.

"England was… magnificent." Lydia started recalling her year away from Beacon Hills. Just being with her parents and being a family was paradise, "We spent almost every day sight-seeing. It was just so nice to be away from home…"

"Well next time you decided to move to another continent promise to take me with you, okay?"

A smile formed on Lydia's face, the first genuine smile in ages, "I promise."

"How's everyone else?" Lydia felt like it was necessary for to ask that question, and deep down she truly wanted to know.

"Well my mom and dad are divorced and still psychotic. Scott is okay I guess…"

Allison knew what Lydia really wanted to know but she was waiting for her to ask the real question, "Malia and Kira how are they?"

It was inevitable Allison would have to answer this, but she was tired of lying and wasn't going to lie to her best friend, "Lydia, when you left you and I weren't the only ones who lost touch, we all did."

Lydia sighed, she missed her friends and it hurt her that the disappearance of one person caused the whole group to combust. She saw something out of the corner of her eyes and when she turned around she could not believe the sight.

"Oh my god…"

…

The events that took place earlier that morning still hung heavy in Malia's mind. This Theo character was so intriguing and she felt an odd closeness in his presence, something she hasn't felt since she started dating…

"Stiles?"

Time stood still around her as the hazel eyed boy walked toward her. He snaked his arms waist as his soft lips fell upon hers. Malia forgot her surroundings as Stiles hands inched lower on waist gently brushing against her lower back. Nothing else mattered except for this moment.

After the need for air became present they finally broke apart missing the comfort which they shared in one another.

Stiles' face sat inches in font of Malia's as he stared deeply into her eyes, "Hello beautiful, miss me?"

"That would be an understatement," the corners of Malia's mouth rose into a grin as she placed another small kiss on Stiles lips. "When did you get back?"

Malia finally broke the hug before turning around to fish her physics book out of her locker. Stlies took this as an opportunity to snake his arms back around her.

"Stiles," a giggle fell from her lips, "We're in school."

Stiles didn't listen to anything Malia was saying. Even though they had only been together for a month, Stiles had so much love for this girl, "I think it's time."

"Wait what?" Malia was caught off guard by what he was saying she spun around in his arms with a puzzled look plastered across her face, "Stiles it's only been a month, I don't think I'm ready to make that mo-."

"Calm down babe, I was talking about it being time for us to go on an official first date."

Her face burned red in embarrassment as she realized that Stiles wasn't talking about taking "the next step". A small laugh fell from Stiles lips as he noticed how embarrassed Malia was. She playfully pushed his shoulder only to be brought into another passionate, yet timid kiss.

A sigh of relief brushed against Stiles' lips as Malia pulled away from his embrace, "I would love to go on a date with you."

Stiles beamed with excitement, "Then its official, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7."

"I'll be waiting."

They both stared at each other while Stiles slowly moved backward until being completely out of sight. Malia was brought down from her high by the beeping emitting from her pocket. She pulled out her phone only to be puzzled by the blocked caller ID. Apprehensively she clicked on the message…

Kissing your best friends ex, what a bitch move –E

All of the blood rushed from Malia's face as she blankly at the message that lay across her phone screen. Staring at this screen sent a wave of anxiety rushing through her veins. Someone had to be watching her.

"Malia…"

Malia had been so wrapped up in the text that she didn't realize Kira was standing next to her. Finally she was brought back to reality by the concerning look plastered across her friends face, "Hey are you okay; who was that?"

Instantly Malia frantically tried hiding the message from Kira. The last thing she wanted was her best friend to be worried about her, "What… Oh it was just my dad; he just wants me home right after school."

Kira didn't believe a word that fell from the frightened girls lips. She knows Malia better than anyone and a text from her father wouldn't send Malia into panic mode.

Kira decided it was best to trying change the subject rather than start a fight, but something down the hall caught her eye. She couldn't believe what lay before her; someone she once called her best friend was staring directly at them. Kira gently nudged Malia to direct her attention down the hall.

"When did she get back?"

This day had become a train wreck, first the text and now she had to deal with the aftermath of what had taken place. Malia couldn't help but wonder what was running through the mind of the green eyed beauty.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?"

"Kira, it's not only my story to tell…"

The rest of the school day was weird. All of the girls avoided one another in and attempt to make it through the day without any more problems, but it wasn't until the end of the day that Kira's problem began walking in her direction.

Internally she was hoping that if she pretended not to notice him he would stop running toward her. Let's just say, that plan failed miserably.

"Hey Kira wait up."

The closer the dough eyed boy got to her, the farther Kira was digging herself into a hole. "Hey Scott," the words came out meaner that Kira anticipated and it made her feel bad.

"How've you been, I mean, I haven't seen you since mid- summer?"

When you put two awkward people in a room together all you get is an awkward situation filled with pauses and sweaty palms. Kira knew she shouldn't be talking to Scott not after what happened between them.

She had to try her best and defuse the conversation before it even starts, "Scott, we can't do this okay. I don't think I can hurt Allison any more than I already have, so this can't continue."

"I can't just forget what happened between u-"

"Anything that happened between us has to stay in the past." It hurt Kira to admit this, but she couldn't let this go on any longer than it already has. With too much at stake Kira has to start looking out for the ones she loves… even if it means hurting herself.

"No matter what Kira, I won't forget what happened between us. This past summer was amazing and sooner than later you'll come to realize that what we did wasn't all bad."

No other words were exchanged between the two. Kira hung on to every little word as the crooked chinned boy walked away from her. She regretted what she did, but didn't regret that it happened.

I guess you like boys that are unattainable –E

Someone knew, someone knew about them, but who?

Kira looked all around her in an attempt to find out who had just sent her that message, but was let down when she realized everyone in the court yard was on their phone.

It could have been anyone of the fifty students that was standing around her and it burned Kira to the core that someone had found out about her and Scott.

She ran to her car and sped away from the school in an attempt to flee from the eyes of her stalker, but what Kira didn't know was that this was just the beginning…

This long dreadful day had finally come to an end. Allison normally loved coming to school, but for some reason today resembled a dark cloud that hung heavily over all of the girls. Allison and Lydia made plans to meet at the Grill after school to catch up, but before she could make her way out of the cluttered parking lot Allison received a text from her father forcing her come home immediately after school.

Allison shot Lydia a quick text before pulling into her own driveway. She cautiously turned the car off before grabbing her bag and walking toward her front door.

The closer her hand got to the knob, the faster her heart began to pound. The only other time Allison's father made her come home right after school was when her parents told her they were getting a divorce.

That only made her on edge because after the events that took place within the last year Allison didn't know if she could bear any more bad news.

Not knowing what lay behind that door is what frightened her the most, but there was no turning back now. In one swift motion Allison twisted the knob and slowly walked through the threshold.

After closing the door softly behind her she made her way toward the kitchen where she knew a surprise was waiting for her.

The closer Allison approached the kitchen the louder the voices got. She could tell there where two people in there and could clearly make out the conversation.

"Listen Chris, the longer we put this off the harder it will be for Allison to understand."

That voice… Allison had heard it before, but it had been such a long time since the voice had caressed her ears. Allison didn't have enough time to find comfort in the woman's soft tone because her father's loud yell's overpowered the room.

"There is no way in hell we are telling her anything. Allison wouldn't be able to handle it…"

Allison had enough of her father only seeing her as the weak little girl who used to play in the yard alone, "What won't I be able to handle dad?"

A gentle whisper of her name entered her ears.

She instantly turned her attention to the other person occupying the other space in the kitchen. The sight of the person standing in front of her sent a wave of anger and anxiety through Allison's body, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Dad, I'm home."

The home held a sense of vacancy as Malia stepped inside. Something wasn't right; the home that Malia stood in today was not the home that she had grown up in. Ever since that night the atmosphere of this house was never the same; including the people that lived inside.

"Dad…"

The response of quietness set Malia on edge. She walked down the long hallway covered in old family portraits reminding her of what no longer was. She entered into the living room flicking on the lamp to illuminate the vacant space, "Dad?"

Silence…

Malia stepped further into the living room looking for any reminisce of her father's presence. He had called her in a panic prompting her to rush home from studying with Stiles. It puzzled Malia as to why her father wasn't home.

Out of the corner of her eye Malia caught sight of a small piece of paper lying on the table. She glanced around to make sure she was the only one in the room before grasping the paper and unfolding it.

Written in red pen where three words the sent chills up her spine.

Are you alone?

The white sliver of paper gently floated to the floor as reality set in. Malia wasn't alone; there was someone else in her home and that someone wasn't her father.

Malia's eyes fell upon the fireplace poker that lay flatly on top the mantel, but before she could reach for the weapon the shatter of a vase entered her ears. It all happened so fast, the wind had been knocked from her lungs as she was pushed across the room landing in a pile of broken glass.

The last thing Malia saw, before she faded into a world of darkness, was the shuffling of black boots leaving her lying on the floor with shards of glass lodged carefully into her skin.

…

Nighttime fell upon the town of Beacon Hills causing the moonlight to illuminate the faces of "The Liars". Emotions are at an all-time high between the Liars. So much was happening at one time and some of them were beginning to regret choices they've made…

Malia's whole body was shivering with fear. She hadn't experienced anything like that in her whole entire life and it shook her to the core. The thought of someone being in her home made her skin crawl; there was no way in hell she'd be going back anytime soon.

"It all happened so fast." Tears where close to spilling from Malia's eyes, "One minute I'm reading this letter I found on my coffee table and then suddenly I'm being slung across my living room."

"I'm so sorry Malia," Allison wrapped her into a tight embrace.

"Do you remember anything else?" Kira chimed in.

It hurt for Malia to speak. She wanted to crawl into a hole and forget this day ever happened, "It all started when I got that text during school."

Malia recalled the text she had received earlier only for it to cause more guilt to rush over her, "I'm so sorry Lydia; I should have told you sooner."

"Malia its fine; we'll talk about that later. Right now we need to focus on you." Lydia knew exactly what Malia was talking about, but she knew this wasn't the time to talk about it.

"Yeah do you remember anything else; like how this person looked, or if it was a guy or girl?" Allison asked.

It took a while for Malia to wrap her head around the situation. She was still in disbelief from the fact that just a few minutes ago she was lying in a pile of broken glass.

"Wait, you said something about a text." Malia nodded prompting Lydia to continue, "Was it anonymous?"

All of the girls were beginning to connect the dots. Someone was playing with each and every one of them. Lydia was surprised when Kira answered instead of Malia, "You guys aren't the only ones who got a message."

"I got one too." Allison added

Lydia was beginning to question if she made the right decision to come back to Beacon Hills, "Someone knows our secrets and is using them against us and who the hell is this E person?"

"Well… it could be Erica." Kira responded.

There was a long pause before anyone spoke. A girl who had disappeared one year ago… their best friend was behind the text messages and the break in at The Tate house. She was the only one who knew everything about them, but the question is why would she do this to them.

Allison recalled the first thing that came to her as she read the text she received earlier, "That thought crossed my mind, but Erica wouldn't do that to us."

Instantly silence overtook them when Allison phone began ringing. There was an uneasy feeling in the air of who would be on the other end of the phone, and if it could possibly be Erica.

Allison slowly went inside her purse to retrieve the ringing device. A sigh of relief fell from her lips as she read the name plastered across the front screen, "It's just my dad."

"Hey dad what's up?"

Allison listened closely hanging on the every word her father was saying. The other girls could sense something was wrong and all of a sudden the blood rushed from Allison's face. Her heart was racing as her father continued to talk through the phone. The other three didn't know what to do and what they were seeing was scaring them.

Without any words Allison took off running down the street, her heart beat mimicking the pounding of her feet on the pavement. The girls were confused, but didn't ask questions they just took off after her.

Lydia, Malia and Kira finally caught up to Allison. She wasn't moving just staring at the black bag being lifted into the ambulance. There was a crowd of people and flashing lights blinding the liars as the stared in the same direction.

"It's Erica…" Allison whispered, a tear gently rolling down her face.

A wave of emotion rushed over the liars as reality set in. Only a few feet away from them the body of the girl they once called their best friend being lifted into an ambulance. They were in complete shock. After a whole entire how could they be okay with the fact that she's gone…

"Oh my god," Allison shrieked, "When did he get back?"

Anxiety coursed through the liars veins as the loud beeps sang through their ears. They each pulled out there phones in disbelief; plastered across the screens were four identical text messages…

"The bitch is dead, but I'm still here."

"Kisses, E…"

Next Chapter: The events of the previous night lead Lydia and Malia to the Beacons Hill morgue; with her relationship on edge Allison invest her time in school work and Kira has to make a life changing decision.

Things are starting to heat up! Who was in Allison's Kitchen? Who do you think attacked Malia? Who was the person that Allison noticed in the crowd of people? And most importantly who killed Erica? I guess you'll just have to wait and see how everything unfolds.

Until next time lovelies~ PassionWithinMe