Goodbye Erica - Part 2
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Teen Wolf characters and if I did Teen Wolf would be a whole lot different.
Beams of light peaked through the curtains waking Lydia from a deep slumber. She kicked her feet over the edge of her bed dreading leaving the comfortable spot she had just preoccupied, but it was time for her to get up. After all she had a long day ahead of herself.
Lydia still had Erica's death record and she needed to return it to the morgue before someone discovered that she'd taken it. Lydia jumped up and ran into the bathroom taking a quick shower and throwing her hair up into a messy bun.
She slipped into a black and pink floral dress and threw on some black heels to match. Lydia grabbed the file and her blue jean jacket, walked down the stairs, and without acknowledging her parents existence walked right out the front door.
After what seemed like hours Lydia had finally arrived at the hospital. When she saw the blue and red flashing lights her heart began to race. Guards were blocking every entrance, and there was no way she could return the file without being caught.
But this is Lydia Martin and there is no way in hell that she is giving up.
Lydia pulled into the closest parking space and quickly turned the ignition. She grabbed her bag with the file placed inside and swung it over her shoulder.
Her feet hit the pavement and the breeze sent shivers down her spine. Lydia clung to her bag tightly as she inched closer to the front doors of Beacon Hills Hospital.
Only a few more steps and she'll be in the clear, but as soon as her hand grazed the door handle she was stopped by the threatening tone of an officer.
"Excuse me Miss?"
Lydia inhaled deeply before slowly turning around. "Yes officer?" her heart was racing and she knew that the man in front of her could see the guilt plastered all across her face.
The officer finally,spoke, but this time the inflection in his voice had disappeared, "I'm sorry, but no one is allowed in the hospital at this moment. There is an ongoing crime that is taking place as of right now and the hospital is on lockdown."
"Oh I didn't know. I was just here to see… um…" Out of the corner of Lydia's she noticed a certain curly haired brunette approaching her and the officer, "I'm here to see Ms. McCall."
Melissa gave Lydia a confused look only prompting Lydia to give a pleading look in response.
"Melissa, do you know this girl?"
Melissa let out an exaggerated sigh, "Actually officer I do and she was just coming to pick up something from me to give to my son. Come with me Lydia."
Lydia followed Melissa into the hospital still clutching tightly onto her bag. She was finally in the clear and now the only thing she had to worry about is putting the death record back where it belongs, or so she thought. Lydia continued walking toward the elevators as Melissa approached the nurse's station.
"Not so fast."
Lydia stopped dead in her tracks part of her knew Melissa would have questions and the other half wished she would just leave everything alone.
"Lydia, don't think that I didn't notice how tightly you've been holding onto your bag." She had been caught red handed, "What are you hiding?"
Lydia didn't say a word, but she didn't have to because the look of guilt displayed on her face gave her away. Melissa let a sigh escape her mouth. She could understand how this young girl whom she had known since birth could commit such a crime.
"Why did you take the record?"
Lydia finally spoke, "I'm sorry Ms. McCall, it's just that the police weren't telling us anything and we needed to know what happened." Lydia was almost in tears. She hated having to do this, but they needed closure.
A breath fell from Melissa lips. She could see the pain etched in Lydia's face and could only imagine how the others felt. Melissa placed a comforting hand upon Lydia's shoulder, "Listen to me sweetie I completely understand why you would do this, but you have to return that file as soon as possible."
"Thank you so much; I promise this will never happen again." Lydia began moving toward the elevator before the sound of the middle age women's voice engulfed her ears.
"I would advise you to take the stairs so that you don't draw a lot of attention." Lydia nodded in agreement and moved to the door leading to a cold and dark stairwell. She glanced one last time at the nurse's station before stepping through the threshold.
As each second passed her heart beat rose and her anxiety went into overdrive. Lydia only has one shot to get in and get out without being caught.
After what felt like hours Lydia had finally made it to the last step.
The big white letters on the door in front of her read the words Ground Floor. She slowly pushed open the door revealing a dimly lit hallway leading to the morgue. Lydia began moving down the damp hallway and with every step her heart continued to race. Lydia was so close, yet she sensed that someone was following her.
She continued moving forward until the door leading to the morgue was right in front of her. Lydia inhaled deeply before clasping her hand the cold metal handle.
The presence behind Lydia cleared their throat causing her to jump in fear. She had been caught and there was no way of getting out of this toxic mess.
"Excuse me miss, can I help you with something," the voice was cold and hard it sent shivers down Lydia's spine.
She had to think quickly about what excuse to give. Lydia turned around only to be mesmerized by chiseled features of the man standing in front of her, "Oh um, I was just… looking for the bathroom."
He hadn't believed a single word that escaped from Lydia's mouth, "So, you were looking for a bathroom, in the basement, in a morgue?"
"Yeah." The unease in Lydia's voice only prompted the man to conclude his theory, "You took the file didn't you?"
"Please don't tell anyone, I was just trying to find some information about my best friend." Lydia pleaded.
There was a long pause before the silence was broken, "Alright I won't tell as long as it doesn't happen again." Lydia sighed in relief she had made it through that mess and now all she to worry about was putting the file back. "I don't think I got your name?" Lydia was pulled from her inner thoughts, "Oh, it's Lydia… Lydia Martin."
"Well it'll be our little secret Lydia," a smile molded onto his face causing Lydia to blush, "I'm Jordan by the way."
"Nice to meet you Jordan, and thanks again."
Jordan heard the pitter-patter of footsteps approaching them, "Now go before somebody sees you and please be careful."
Lydia nods before grabbing a hold of the handle and finally pushing it open. There was a draft brushing against her skin causing the hair on her arms to stand. She hoped the guy would be true to his word and wouldn't warn the cops, but for some reason she had a weird feeling about him.
The slam of the door behind her caused her to jump. She was all alone in a room full of dead bodies and she still felt like someone was watching her.
Lydia retrieved the file from her purse and walked over to the cabinet placing it into its rightful place. It was finally over. She no longer had possession of the file and now all Lydia had to do was go home and pretend nothing ever happened.
Each step Lydia took she felt closer to freedom the only problem was that when she went to push the door open to the morgue it didn't budge.
"This can't be happening," Lydia pulls her phone for her bag shooting an SOS text to each of the girls.
"I never imagined I would be shopping for a dress to wear to my best friend's funeral." Allison still didn't want to believe Erica was gone.
"What do people wear to funerals anyway?" Allison shot a glare at Malia, "Sorry, but the last funeral I went to I wasn't even old enough to dress myself."
Allison rolled her eyes at Malia's insensitivity and continued to look for an outfit. She stared blankly into space as the memories of the incriminate note flashed into her mind.
"Hey what do you think E meant when the note said one of you bitches is going down with her?"
A sigh escaped Malia mouth, "Honestly it could mean a lot of things. Maybe they know something from that weekend that we're all oblivious to."
A chill ran down Allison spine as they discussed the deceitful message. Malia could sense Allison was uncomfortable, so she tried changing the subject, "You know, you're going to have to make up with Lydia at some point."
Allison had almost forgotten about what happened the other night. She hated when the group was divided and for some reason she felt as though this time it was her fault.
"I know…" Allison face fell in sadness.
"Allison it's alright," Malia placed a comforting hand on her friend's arm, "There comes a point when all the emotions we keep hidden away just need to explode and we've all been there before."
A smile crept upon both of their faces as they shared the realization that they are just alike. After scavenging through multiple racks of clothing they finally moved to the changing rooms.
Malia slipped into a short laced black dress and glanced in their mirror, "So what's new with you? How are you and the boyfriend?"
Allison sighed pulling up her long black skirt, "We're good you know same old same old." Allison remembered she hadn't told the other girls about Scott and Kira.
"Actually, Scott's teaching Kira how to play lacrosse."
Both girls erupted into laughter as they stepped out of the dressing rooms. "Kira and lacrosse?" Malia was stunned.
"I know I thought the same thing. I never would have expected for Kira to want to tryout for the lacrosse team."
Both girls looked at each other's outfits and gave each other disapproving looks before stepping back into their dressing rooms.
"So I heard Isaac is back," Allison knew sooner or later someone would bring up Isaac, but after last night she just wasn't ready to reopen that wound.
"Have you seen him yet?" Malia questioned.
"He surprisingly showed up on my doorstep last night in the pouring rain begging for my forgiveness."
Both girls slipped into their next set of dresses, "Ooo how did that end?"
"Let's just say it ended with my dad basically kicking him out of my house."
Once again they exited the dressing rooms and this time they approved what the other was wearing. So the walked back into the dressing rooms to gather their things to go check out.
"Anyway how about you, how are you and Stiles Stilinski?"
Malia closed her eyes in frustration, "As of right now, I don't think Stiles and I are a real thing anymore." She hated what she had done to Stiles.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine, it was my fault. I was so wrapped up in finding out what happened to Erica that I had forgotten about our first date." Malia couldn't continue to cry about it because the damage had already been done.
Relationship problems was an understatement and it was only a matter of time before another situation walked into their lives. One of those situations being closer than they thought.
…
Stars painted the sky as the two liars exited the dress shop. Malia wrapped her jacket tightly around herself as the wind swiftly caressed her skin. The street lights lit the way as the girls moved closer to Allison's car. Off in the distance Malia could hear the faint call of her name, but she couldn't quite make out the face of the culprit.
It wasn't until the light reflected off of his icy blue eyes did she notice Theo running toward her.
Malia stopped in her tracks as she met face to face with the perfectly sculpted boy. It was just something about him that made her question her own existence, yet the look on his face puzzled Malia.
"Hey, I saw you walking and I thought I would just come over and show face."
A sly grin crept upon Malia's face, "So you were following me?"
Malia had completely forgotten about Allison's presence as she and Theo shared unanswered glances, "I think I'll leave you too alone," Allison turned to Malia, "Pick you chin up off the floor."
Malia stared daggers into the back of Allison's head she walked to her car which was parked across the street. "Anyway, what are you doing out so late?"
"Well because I haven't made any friends yet I was out to dinner with my parents," Theo rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "How about you; why are you out so late?"
"I was actually out dress shopping for Erica's service tomorrow."
Theo could sense the uneasiness in Malia's voice, "Yeah I was invited to that, but I don't think I going to go because I wouldn't know anyone there,"
"You'd know me."
"Barely."
In light of all the darkness surrounding tomorrow Malia couldn't help but smile at the giggle that fell from Theo's lips. "Well maybe someday we could get coffee and get to know each other better?"
"I'd like that," they exchanged numbers, so they could make plans for that coffee date.
Theo handed Malia her phone back before they said their goodbyes and parted their separate ways. The slight tingle from their hands brushing together lingered as Malia walked to Allison's car.
She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat only to be greeted by a disapproving look. "What?"
"Be careful, I see the way you get when you're around him."
"Nothin-"
The girls conversation was brought to a close by the simultaneous ringing of their phones. They immediately thought the worse and hesitated with picking them up. A wave of relief flashed over them as they realized that the text was only from Lydia, but the actual text caused another wave of anxiety to consume them...
L: SOS trapped in the morgue with no way out.
Without a second thought Allison placed the car in drive and sped off to rescue their best friend.
Practices with Scott were starting to take a toll on Kira's body. She had barely made the team, so she's been trying to get extra practices in before the big game on Friday.
Lacrosse has been a distraction for her, but with Erica's funeral being tomorrow she couldn't stop think about her best friend and what E had said to them.
Kira sauntered up her driveway only to find her father loading boxes into what look like a moving van. Kira was infuriated by what her dad was making her do.
"You can't keep me away from my friends," her lacrosse bag hit the pavement with a thud.
Mr. Yukimura held his head in frustration, "Kira this has nothing to do with keep you from your friends."
She couldn't believe what her father was saying because that exactly what her was doing, making her choose between her family and friends.
"I gave you a chose sweetheart, it's either live with me of your mother."
"None of those options involve the three people I'll be leaving behind."
The bang of his hand hit the side of the moving truck caused Kira to jump in fear, "You're truly testing my patience. You have two days to make a decision or I will make it for you, end of discussion."
He walked into the house leaving Kira standing in the middle of the driveway. All she wanted to do was break down, she had just lost one of her best friends and now she was being forced to leave the others.
Kira hasn't been without they in such a long time and it just isn't that easy to leave her sisters behind.
The clock was ticking and sooner or later she'll be in a car driving across the country. Kira had to find a way to keep her parents from leaving and fast.
The beeping of her cell phone drew Kira from her internal battle. She glanced at the screen only to be alarmed by the text Lydia sent.
Kira ran from her driveway leaving her lacrosse bag sitting on the pavement Lydia needed her and nothing else mattered.
It had been hours and Lydia still hadn't heard back from any of the girls. Her chest was beginning to tighten the longer she stayed in this confined space and not mention the feeling of being watched had returned. Lydia wanted nothing more than to leave this dark ad moist space, but no one was returning her texts.
She glanced down at her phone and noticed the flashing red light in the, "Isn't this just great."
To conserve battery, Lydia turned her phone off and slide it down in her bag. She inhaled deeply in an attempt to release some of the built up tension.
Lydia glanced around the morgue not really she what she was looking for until something in the corner caught her eye. She inched closer and closer until she could properly see what was laid in front of her.
"Oh my god…"
…
Malia, Allison and Kira all arrived at the hospital at the same time. Frantic looks etched into their faces as they tried to figure out a way to get their friend out without getting caught.
"Guys I'm worried, her phone is going to voicemail," Kira continued to call Lydia but was left with no answer.
Malia and Kira tried thinking of was to get to Lydia, but they all resulted in something illegal. Allison on the other hand was thinking logically, "Okay listen up Tweedle Dee and and Tweedle Dum. Why don't we just ask Melissa to sneak us down to the morgue."
"Maybe because we would have to explain why Lydia went into the morgue in the first place." Malia rolled her eyes in frustration.
"She's got a point," Kira gave her input only in return to receive a glare from Allison.
"Do you really think Lydia got pass Melissa without telling her anything, I think not."
Kira was listening to the girls go back and forth as she saw and ambulance pull up, " Hey guys." Malia and Allison were in their own little world and had forgotten Kira was even there.
Kira watched as the paramedics pulled and black bag from the back of the trunk; shivers ran down Kira's neck as she realized where they taking the bag.
"Will you two shut up; the paramedics just got here and I'm pretty sure they're about to take that body to the morgue, so let's just go and ask for Melissa's help."
Malia and Allison were surprised by Kira's sudden determination and followed her through the sliding door that led to the hospital. Sitting at the front desk was the curly haired mother of Scott McCall.
The liars approached her with suspicious looks on their faces. Allison spoke after sharing an awkward glance between the three of them, "Um excuse me Mrs. McCall?"
"Allison, it's so good to see you! What can I help you girls with?"
There was a long pause as Allison thought carefully on how she would come out and ask this favor, "You see, our friend is in bit of a situation…"
…
The walls began closing in toward her; it felt like she couldn't see straight and her vision became spotty. Lydia couldn't understand what was happening, it felt like she was trapped in a burning building with no escape.
On the wall in front of her where three blood stained words I See You.
Suddenly all of the lights exploded sending Lydia flying across the room. When she opened her eyes everything was pitch black, but she could feel little shards of glass pressing deeper into her skin.
In the distance Lydia could hear voices approaching the morgue and felt a sense of relief was over her.
Light crept into the morgue as the door flew open to reveal the concerned looks of her friends. Malia, Allison and Kira rushed over to Lydia.
"Lydia are you okay?"
Lydia sat up trying to recover from whatever just happened.
Allison wiped the blood off of Lydia's forehead, " Lyds what happened?" She scanned the surrounding noticing the broken shards of glass all around them.
"We need to get out of here," Malia motioned all of the girls outside of the morgue. Allison and Kira helped Lydia exit the morgue and carried her out of the hospital to Allison's car.
Lydia hadn't spoken the whole ride home. She was still in shock by what just took place. Lydia now knew that E was serious and would stop at nothing to hurt them. "There was… there was a message on the wall; it said I see you."
"So basically we're always being watched?"
"Basically."
Malia was now comforting Lydia in the back seat while Allison was driving and Kira was in the passenger seat. Allison pulled into Lydia's driveway as the car came to a halt.
Kira sighed into her seat, "Guys what are we supposed to do?"
No one truly knew the answer to that question, but they did know that they couldn't just sit around letting someone control their lives. Allison turned off the ignition, "Well one things for sure, we need to find out what's in Erica's casket."
Soon after the words fell from her lips three identical beeps sounded off. The blood rushed from their skin as each girl read the message displayed on their phones.
Lydia snatched the phone out of Malia's grasp reading aloud what the text said…
"I'm going to bury all of you…" - Kisses, E.
The liars glanced at each other as the realization that tomorrow they wouldn't just be going to their friends funeral. Tomorrow marks the beginning of an ongoing war.
Next Chapter: While at Erica's funeral the past comes back to hunt the girls; Kira meets a new girl that has more to her than meets the eye; a threat prompts; the new guy causes problems in Malia's relationship and Lydia's encounter with the detective leads the girls down to the police station.
What do you guys think will happen in the next chapter? What is in the casket? Did you like how I'm adding Parrish? Will Kira really have to move? See you on: Saturday March 26, 2016.
Until next time lovelies- Passionwithinme