p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Writers note: This chapter is not written in a point of view. It's written in the third person. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"_/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It had been a while since Natalie last spoke to her ex husband. However, with the recent events related to Lydia, she felt like she had no choice. She needed to call him./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Natalie? What happened? Is everything okay?" His reaction seemed normal, since something really bad had to happen in order for her to call him./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""It's Lydia." She replies making him even more worried./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Is she hurt? What happened?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I think she's like your mother." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Her father never really believed any of the stuff his mother used to tell, about being who she was, and in fact, he was the one who decided to put her in Eichen House. For him, she was simply crazy. And the fact that Lydia could be also crazy, in his mind, was hurting like hell./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""What do you mean? Maybe we should meet instead of talking on the phone."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sure." Natalie replies. And after they set up a place and hour to meet up./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie didn't saw her husband in a while and she didn't really felt like doing it, but she had no choice. It was her daughter's life at risk./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""So, why do you think she's being acting like my mother?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""She's been acting really weird. And this day, at the Lake House, I gave her your mother's ashes. She's nearly 18 anyway. And she claimed that Lorraine isn't dead. I think she thinks that's she's also a banshee. I spent one year of my life afraid that my first born child would turn out to be like your mother, and I couldn't protect Lydia also." Natalie was almost crying and Mr. Martin reaches out for her hand./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hey. It's not your fault. I have no idea what this is. And I don't know if I should believe it. My mother is dead, I'm sure. And what she was? I can't tell. But if Lydia is sick, we are going to figure it out."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lyla stayed in some sort of hotel. She didn't had the best night of sleep, but was nearly impossible to have on, when all that she was thinking about was her mother and that boy and why he called him Lydia. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emWho is this Lydia?br /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lyla gets up. Hopefully today she was going to meet her mother, finally. She gets dressed and she makes her way down to the school. She knew she probably would see that boy again and maybe she would see Lydia as well. But her main concern was Natalie./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"No one was the hallways so she figures that classes are ongoing at the moment. She goes and talks to the same woman from yesterday. Soon as she sees her she knows already what is for and she smiles and leaves, probably to call Natalie./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""She will come here in a minute. She's currently in class." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I'm sorry. I have to be excused from class for two minutes or so. Please behave while I'm gone." Natalie tells the class and she leaves./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lydia was in that class and she finds suspicious why her mother had to leave in the middle of class. Stiles who was next to her looks at her also in a suspicious way./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Do you know what's up?" Stiles asks her./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I have no idea."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hey, I didn't told you, but yesterday, I saw this girl here, at school, that really looked like you. Except the eyes, and well, she didn't had strawberry blonde hair, it was more red." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Malia looks at him, but Stiles doesn't seems to notice. Malia finds it weird how he knows so well, the exact colour of Lydia's hair, for her it's just red./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""What it is?" Natalie asks./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""There's this young girl here. She says she wants to talk to you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Does she have a name?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""It's Lyla." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"All colour from Natalie's face was now gone. She even feels dizzy and the woman needs to hold her to prevent her from falling./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Natalie, are you okay?" The woman asks but Natalie doesn't replies./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emCould it be?/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"She was shocked and confused. And mostly she didn't felt ready but she goes anyway, she had to see it with her own eyes. She gets to the room and she sees a beautiful tall girl sitting there in a chair. She has red hair, blue eyes, she looks like Lydia a lot, only she seems a bit taller and a more alive red. The girl turns around and she gets back soon as she sees Natalie./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emSo that's her. /emLyla thinks to herself./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It was impossible not to, and even starting at each other from afar, they start crying. Natalie had no idea how to react. She always expected to see her when she turned 18, but she never showed up so she thought she just didn't cared. She didn't wanted to meet her mother and she was mad. But she was here, finally. All that pain from leaving was back, stronger than everyday, as she looks at her full grown daughter. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mom?" Lyla says and laughs between tears. "Always wondered how that sounded." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie runs towards her daughter and hugs her. She waited for this moment her entire life. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Natalie says between tears. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""It's okay."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Back in the classroom Lydia is feeling really worried. It has been more than two minutes and class is almost over. She, Stiles and Malia decide to go outside. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia, do you have a feeling or something?" Stiles asks, a bit afraid she senses that someone is going to die./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""No. I just, there's something going on."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"They walk until they see Natalie, or at least her back. She's hugging a girl. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""That's the girl I saw yesterday." Stiles says./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""The one that looked like Lydia?" This time is Malia who speaks./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"They get closer Lydia notice better how the girl really looks and she also notices they are both crying. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mom?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie turns around to face Lydia, she starts crying even more and she reaches out for her hand. Seeing her mother cry, made Lydia also tear up a little bit. "What happened? Is everything okay?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia, I need to talk to you about something." Lydia nods and she looks at Stiles, which he leaves taking Malia with him to give them all some privacy. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The woman also goes away and Natalie sits down in some small room with both of her daughters. She has no idea where to begin with. But she had to. She tells it all to Lydia, and also to Lyla, she was afraid she would feel rejected, because she had another daughter and she raised her and not Lyla. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie tells them about the danger, but she doesn't mentions Lorraine or how Lydia is acting and that was what concerned her. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lydia was shocked. She felt like her entire life has been ripped out. She wonders what danger is her mother talking about, was it because of her banshee powers? She was confused but she didn't wanted to make any more questions about it. She leaves the room without even looking, hugging or approaching Lyla in any sort of way./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia?" Her mother calls but she just keeps walking. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"She was feeling lost. As she walks out of school, Stiles notices she's going away. "Stay here. I'm going after her." He tells Malia and she just does as he tells her since she really had no idea what else to do or say./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia? Wait for me. Lydia?" He calls, but she's too deep in her thoughts so she just keeps walking. He finally is able to catch up on her and he grabs her arm. "Lydia?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I have a sister." She says watching Stiles shocked expression. "Her name is Lyla. She's 19. I... " She says and she starts crying. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It all makes sense for Stiles now. Why she looked like Lydia so much yesterday./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I need to go to Eichen House." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"_/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It had been a while since Natalie last spoke to her ex husband. However, with the recent events related to Lydia, she felt like she had no choice. She needed to call him./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Natalie? What happened? Is everything okay?" His reaction seemed normal, since something really bad had to happen in order for her to call him./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""It's Lydia." She replies making him even more worried./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Is she hurt? What happened?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I think she's like your mother." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Her father never really believed any of the stuff his mother used to tell, about being who she was, and in fact, he was the one who decided to put her in Eichen House. For him, she was simply crazy. And the fact that Lydia could be also crazy, in his mind, was hurting like hell./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""What do you mean? Maybe we should meet instead of talking on the phone."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sure." Natalie replies. And after they set up a place and hour to meet up./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie didn't saw her husband in a while and she didn't really felt like doing it, but she had no choice. It was her daughter's life at risk./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""So, why do you think she's being acting like my mother?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""She's been acting really weird. And this day, at the Lake House, I gave her your mother's ashes. She's nearly 18 anyway. And she claimed that Lorraine isn't dead. I think she thinks that's she's also a banshee. I spent one year of my life afraid that my first born child would turn out to be like your mother, and I couldn't protect Lydia also." Natalie was almost crying and Mr. Martin reaches out for her hand./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hey. It's not your fault. I have no idea what this is. And I don't know if I should believe it. My mother is dead, I'm sure. And what she was? I can't tell. But if Lydia is sick, we are going to figure it out."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lyla stayed in some sort of hotel. She didn't had the best night of sleep, but was nearly impossible to have on, when all that she was thinking about was her mother and that boy and why he called him Lydia. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emWho is this Lydia?br /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lyla gets up. Hopefully today she was going to meet her mother, finally. She gets dressed and she makes her way down to the school. She knew she probably would see that boy again and maybe she would see Lydia as well. But her main concern was Natalie./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"No one was the hallways so she figures that classes are ongoing at the moment. She goes and talks to the same woman from yesterday. Soon as she sees her she knows already what is for and she smiles and leaves, probably to call Natalie./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""She will come here in a minute. She's currently in class." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I'm sorry. I have to be excused from class for two minutes or so. Please behave while I'm gone." Natalie tells the class and she leaves./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lydia was in that class and she finds suspicious why her mother had to leave in the middle of class. Stiles who was next to her looks at her also in a suspicious way./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Do you know what's up?" Stiles asks her./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I have no idea."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hey, I didn't told you, but yesterday, I saw this girl here, at school, that really looked like you. Except the eyes, and well, she didn't had strawberry blonde hair, it was more red." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Malia looks at him, but Stiles doesn't seems to notice. Malia finds it weird how he knows so well, the exact colour of Lydia's hair, for her it's just red./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""What it is?" Natalie asks./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""There's this young girl here. She says she wants to talk to you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Does she have a name?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""It's Lyla." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"All colour from Natalie's face was now gone. She even feels dizzy and the woman needs to hold her to prevent her from falling./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Natalie, are you okay?" The woman asks but Natalie doesn't replies./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emCould it be?/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"She was shocked and confused. And mostly she didn't felt ready but she goes anyway, she had to see it with her own eyes. She gets to the room and she sees a beautiful tall girl sitting there in a chair. She has red hair, blue eyes, she looks like Lydia a lot, only she seems a bit taller and a more alive red. The girl turns around and she gets back soon as she sees Natalie./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emSo that's her. /emLyla thinks to herself./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It was impossible not to, and even starting at each other from afar, they start crying. Natalie had no idea how to react. She always expected to see her when she turned 18, but she never showed up so she thought she just didn't cared. She didn't wanted to meet her mother and she was mad. But she was here, finally. All that pain from leaving was back, stronger than everyday, as she looks at her full grown daughter. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mom?" Lyla says and laughs between tears. "Always wondered how that sounded." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie runs towards her daughter and hugs her. She waited for this moment her entire life. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Natalie says between tears. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""It's okay."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"**/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Back in the classroom Lydia is feeling really worried. It has been more than two minutes and class is almost over. She, Stiles and Malia decide to go outside. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia, do you have a feeling or something?" Stiles asks, a bit afraid she senses that someone is going to die./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""No. I just, there's something going on."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"They walk until they see Natalie, or at least her back. She's hugging a girl. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""That's the girl I saw yesterday." Stiles says./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""The one that looked like Lydia?" This time is Malia who speaks./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"They get closer Lydia notice better how the girl really looks and she also notices they are both crying. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mom?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie turns around to face Lydia, she starts crying even more and she reaches out for her hand. Seeing her mother cry, made Lydia also tear up a little bit. "What happened? Is everything okay?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia, I need to talk to you about something." Lydia nods and she looks at Stiles, which he leaves taking Malia with him to give them all some privacy. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The woman also goes away and Natalie sits down in some small room with both of her daughters. She has no idea where to begin with. But she had to. She tells it all to Lydia, and also to Lyla, she was afraid she would feel rejected, because she had another daughter and she raised her and not Lyla. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Natalie tells them about the danger, but she doesn't mentions Lorraine or how Lydia is acting and that was what concerned her. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Lydia was shocked. She felt like her entire life has been ripped out. She wonders what danger is her mother talking about, was it because of her banshee powers? She was confused but she didn't wanted to make any more questions about it. She leaves the room without even looking, hugging or approaching Lyla in any sort of way./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia?" Her mother calls but she just keeps walking. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"She was feeling lost. As she walks out of school, Stiles notices she's going away. "Stay here. I'm going after her." He tells Malia and she just does as he tells her since she really had no idea what else to do or say./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lydia? Wait for me. Lydia?" He calls, but she's too deep in her thoughts so she just keeps walking. He finally is able to catch up on her and he grabs her arm. "Lydia?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I have a sister." She says watching Stiles shocked expression. "Her name is Lyla. She's 19. I... " She says and she starts crying. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It all makes sense for Stiles now. Why she looked like Lydia so much yesterday./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I need to go to Eichen House." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p