Hey guys! So I haven't updated this story at all since I published it. Ouch! Well, I'm back(: BIG THANK YOU to all of my BEAUTIFUL readers who left me reviews and stuff while I was gone. I love you guys! Anyways, here is chapter two of Forever and Always. I really hope everyone likes it! By the way, I'm sorry for the mistakes that I wrote in the last chapter. Editing was a little hard for a couple reasons BUT this chapter should be error free(: Enjoy and remember reviews are very much appreciated!
By the way, MOST of this story is in Stiles' POV but if you guys want me to do some in Allison's POV just let me know and I'll do that(:
Disclaimer: I own a Honey Badger shirt… but not Teen Wolf.
I woke up with a raging headache, and for some reason the shoulder of my shirt felt warm and wet. It took me a minute to realize where I was, but when I did, everything from the previous night hit me like a ton of bricks. The thoughts immediately began to race and the room started to spin. My eyes shut themselves tight, and the room felt like it was on fire.
"Stiles… Stiles!"
The sound of Allison's hushed voice and the feeling of her small hand shaking me gently was enough to get me calm again. I snapped my eyes open and took several deep breaths, leaning down quickly to kiss her on the top of the head.
Once I regained the ability to breathe normally again, I rose to my feet and slowly made it to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back" I whispered to Allison as she sat up worriedly. She gave me a weak smile and rolled back over on her side, facing her back to me and snuggling into her thick comforter.
Once I was in the bathroom, I shut the door quickly and slid down the smooth tile floor. So many questions bounced around my every thought.
Was I going to be able to raise the baby? What is Allison's dad going to do when he finds out? Oh God… What will Scott do?
Oh no. SCOTT!
He still didn't know me and Allison were together, let alone having sex.
I threw my head into the palms of my hands, dragging them down my face slowly and pinching the bridge of my nose. Before yesterday, everything was going perfectly. Now I've got a baby on my hands. It doesn't matter though. I'm going to get Allison through this pregnancy, and I'll raise this baby alone if I have to.
I got up from the floor and turned on the faucet. The water came pouring out of the large spout, and I quickly cupped my hands under the water and splashed it on my face. It felt good, but it didn't wash away my problems like I hoped it would.
I dried off my face and stepped back out of the bathroom. Allison wasn't in bed, and immediately that sent me into a panic. I threw the door open and practically fell down the stairs so I could find her.
"ALLISON! ALLISON! ALLISON WHERE ARE YO-"
Just as I was turning around the corner to get to the living room, someone ran into me and knocked us both to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. A soft giggle came from the person above me, and relief washed over my body immediately. It was Allison.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and from the other side I heard Scott yell for her to open the door. We both looked at each other in panic, and I shot up from the floor as fast as I could, dragging Allison up with me.
"Go hide in um… the bathroom! In my bathroom go!"
The stairs seemed never ending, and it was becoming increasingly aware to me just how clumsy I really am. Everything seemed to be out on a mission to trip me today.
As soon as I reached Allison's bathroom, I locked myself in the bathroom and sat patiently on the edge of the bathtub. Scott probably knew I was here, because my smell is all over the house and my heart is racing at a thousand miles an hour. Its just a matter of time before he comes up here and rips me to shreds.
I heard footsteps padding up the stairs and doors began to fly open. Oh God. I crawled into the bath tub and pulled my knees up to my chest, hoping and praying he wouldn't come into the bathroom. Just then, the door to Allison's bedroom flew open.
I heard her and Scott mutter some stuff to each other before the knob on the door began to slowly turn. Every part of my body was shaking, and the intense urge to throw up almost became over whelming.
Finally, the door flew open and I was greeted by a very worried Allison. I had to take a minute to crawl back out of the tub, but when I did I was immediately yanked to my feet and pushed out of the room.
"You have to go! Scott knows you were here and he started looking for you but then Derek called him and told him they needed to talk about something important. You gotta go!"
"Allison I-"
She stood on the tips of her toes and gave me a small kiss on the lips, and I wrapped my arms around her slim waist to give her one last hug before I left. She kissed my jaw lightly and led me down the stairs to the front door.
"Promise you'll come back tonight? I really need you… and there's a lot we need to talk about."
She looked down at her feet and sniffed slightly. I could tell she was just as scared as I was, about Scott and the baby.
"I promise. I'll text you ok? If you need me at all I'm just a call away, alright?"
She looked up at me with a slightly relieved expression, and gave me one final kiss. She nodded her head, and quickly opened the door so I could make my way out.
The cold air hit me once again with a menacing bite. As soon as I was down the road making my way back home, I realized that wasn't where I wanted… or needed to be right now. I didn't want to have to face my dad yet. I wanted to be with my mom.
The cemetery is only a couple blocks from the house, so I could visit for a little while before I had to go into hiding from Scott. My mom's grave stone was covered in a thin layer of ice, but I could still see her name carved neatly into the hard granite. It was cold, wet, and miserable outside, but everything seemed better when I sat down to talk to her.
It seemed like hours that I sat there, but I know it was only a short half hour that I released my tears into the fresh snow beneath me. When I ever felt alone, or lost or anything at all, I came to visit her. She always was, and still is, the only person I can really talk to. When she left, I was so angry. I didn't even come to the funeral after she was buried. My room was my safe haven, but one day my dad came into my room and made me go see her. He knew that would help me, and it did.
As soon as I was done, I walked slowly to my jeep. Just as I was going to open a door, I looked up and saw a message written in the fog on the window. My stomach fell to my knees, and the urge to vomit came back, only a billion times worse. My fears are being fueled, and this made them catch fire.
"See you soon. –Scott"