#richbitchred

           The haze of the fog lifted and Stiles woke up in his room swaddled in blankets and with bandages covering his ribs. Open wounds and alpha bite marks marked his pale and freckled skin. It all seemed like a dream but the boy knew he was doomed now. He had done it for her.  He needed to tell someone. Anyone. He needed to to her.    

      "Lydia---" He called her, "Can I come over? I need to see you."

           All it was was a song --- just some simple song that had come on the radio while Allison was driving home from Scott's house. Still, her foot pressed the brake a little harder than it normally would have when she pulled off the side of the road.

                           How long had it been since she'd heard it?                            How long since Lydia had sang it                             and she'd said it was annoying but she                            loved the sound of her voice anyway?

          Her breath caught in her throat as she gripped the steering wheel, straddling the fence on whether to turn the music down or try to rip her stereo out. The girl slumped in her seat, feeling slightly defeated --- over some stupid little song on the radio. 

        Her eyes didn't look away from the road, she just stared out past the windshield. It was just too much to hope for her presence -- but it was like she was sitting right next to her. Had she not made an attempt at moving on today? In her heart, she already knew the answer was 'no' but the effort was for her father who kept looking at her like she was just as gone as she was. A small, low sigh passed through her lips, eyebrows knotting. Her voice came out just as low and small, half-dreading an answer or more terrified of not getting one.

why must u hurt me

richbitchred said: SAME. i’d like to get laid at least jfc [ tmi my bad ]