Chapter 8
She took his hand and led him up the stairs and into her room. With each step he climbed, Stiles became more nervous. He wasn't sure what her expectations were, or if he would be good enough for her. The only other sexual experience he had was with the were coyote, and sex with her was...different. Malia always wanted to be in control and he imagined sex with Lydia would be softer, sweeter. He mentally listed all of Lydia's ex boyfriends, which only made him feel worse. She obviously had more experience than him.
She opened her bedroom door and led him inside. She immediately walked to her closet and removed her heels. He awkwardly stood by the door, his eyes wandered around the spacious room. He had only been inside her room twice but, this time it looked completely different. Her walls were filled with colorful drawings of trees,birds, and flowers. His mouth hung wide open, as he took in all in.
"These are all amazing Lyds. I didn't know you could draw like this."
"It helps keep my mind off things"
Her desk was cluttered with loose notebook pages and one particular drawing caught his eye. He walked over to the desk and picked it up. It only took him a few seconds to realize who it was. He couldn't find the words to speak.
"That one isn't done yet Stiles." She said, moving next to him. He looked at her and smirked. She reached out to grab the drawing, but he wouldn't give it to her.
"You drew a picture of me?" He ask with curiosity. He stared at the face in the picture with features that masked his own. In the picture he was not smiling. His lips were clenched together, and his face was pulled tight with anger. He began going thought the papers on her desk, skimming through the sheets as if he was looking for something. Is this the way she really saw him?
"Stop going though my stuff Stiles. Those are personal, okay." She grabbed onto his shoulder, and tried to pull him away, but he ignored her. "Stiles!" she rose her voice at him, trying to get his attention.
He quickly turned to look at her with the drawing still in his hands. "How do you not see this Lydia?" He ask, shoving the paper in front o her face so she could see.
"What are you talking about?" She ask, anger rising in her chest. She snatched the drawing out of his hands an pulled it close to examine it. Her mouth dropped open and she shook her head.
"Why would you draw me like that Lydia?"
"I didn't draw this."
"Lydia, you signed it at the bottom."
Her eyes shot down to the bottom of the page, where her name was clearly signed in cursive. The paper fell from her hands and she looked into his eyes. "Stiles, I don't remember drawing this." She whispered.
Just when he was about to respond, his phone began ringing in his pocket. Stiles pulled his phone from his pocket and answered it.
"Hey, dad. What's going on?" He ask.
"I need you to come home Stiles, and bring Lydia. We all need to have a talk."
Stiles heard the other end of the line cut off and he dropped his cell phone back into his pocket. The tone of his dads voice worried him. He grabbed his car keys and walked to the door. "My dad needs to talk to us. I think something is wrong. He didn't sound good Lydia, we have to hurry."
Lydia nodded her head and followed Stiles down the stairs and out to the jeep. Dark clouds filled with rain hovered over their heads as they got into the jeep. Stiles took off toward his house, driving a lot faster than normal. They rode in silence the whole way there, both of them preoccupied with their thoughts. He pulled in next to his dads police car and rushed inside the house, with Lydia following closely behind. Stiles left Lydia in the living room and walked through the house in search of his dad. He was relieved to find the sheriff in his room, sitting in front of Stiles computer with his back turned toward the door. He was concentrating on computer screen, the blue light illuminating the older mans worried face.
"Dad, is everything okay? You really scared the hell out of me."
"Why didn't you tell me that Malia ran away?" He said turning around to look at Stiles.
"We had a fight. She told me not to talk to her anymore. She said she never wanted to see me again. I didn't know that she was going to leave town." He felt guilty. He had been so distracted that Malia had not even crossed his mind.
His father didn't respond, instead he rose up from the chair and walked over to Stiles. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Son, there is something you need to know. I don't want you involved in any of this Stiles. Understand?" He said sternly.
"I'm not going to get involved." Stiles lied.
"Malia was found this morning. Someone shot her with wolfsbane. She was severely dehydrated and on the verge of death. She is recovering at the hospital."
"Who did this to her?"
"We don't know yet. Scott and Derek will find out when she wakes up. But, that's not all Stiles." His dad paused as he saw Lydia leaning up against the doorframe. He nodded his head at her and then began again, "A woman found Malia in the dessert unconscious. She brought her to the hospital and identified herself as Malia's biological mother." Stiles was taken back from the information. He sat down on his bed and tried to process everything he had heard. Malia's mother, the desert wolf, was back in Beacon Hills.
"We were supposed to find her mother together. I didn't know she would go alone. How was I supposed to know?" Stiles said, his eyes looking at his father and Lydia with sorrow.
He felt like a horrible friend. His sadness only deepened as he realized that once again, he had caused harm to one of his friends. If he wouldn't have broken up with Malia, she wouldn't have gone alone. She would never have left him behind.
Lydia broke the silence, "I have not felt well all day." She mumbled.
"What happened today in History class Lydia. Did you know Malia was missing?" Stiles said.
"I don't know Stiles. I was just sitting there..." She replied sarcastically. She didn't like the way the two men were looking at her. Like she with held information that could have helped them find Malia sooner.
"What happened Lydia?" Stiles ask clenching his jaw.
"I passed out okay. Is that what you want to hear Stiles?" She started to walk out of the room and Stiles grabbed her by the elbow. His fingers dug into her skin making her gasp.
The sheriff walked toward the two , "Son, let her go. Now."
Stiles released her and she backed away from him. Her green eyes filled with tears and she quickly walked out of the room. She could hear the Sheriff yelling at Stiles as she hurried out the door. He had lost his temper with her again. Leading her to question if a relationship with Stiles was even possible.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" The sheriff yelled.
"She has been hiding things from me. " Stiles replied.
"This is not like you Stiles."
The Sheriff rushed out of the room to catch up with Lydia, leaving Stiles standing there alone. Stiles was filled with anger and picked his laptop up from the desk. He slung the computer across the room with great force and watched as it fell to the ground in pieces. The Nogitsune left behind a pit of darkness inside of him. It had changed him. It was then that he realized his life would never be the same. Everything has changed.