Episode 11

It’s dark. Dank. Something smells terrible. Head throbbing. The sound of water fills your ears. Your body aches, and patches of memories come back to you. The big angry guy. Not caring that you’d just lost everything. Punches thrown, hits taken.

A/N: Now that you have an idea of what our friend is feeling, let’s introduce you to a little bit of a different episode. (This is going to be one of the rare changed up episodes)

I peered out of the swollen eye, and leaned my head to the side, rolling it around. There was a door, a window and some light pink curtains. But that’s all I could see. The slight smell of a woman was floating around. “Well look who’s awake.” A soft voice came from the corner that I couldn’t see. “Who are you?” I managed to groan. A small chuckle, then a small blonde girl stood in front of me, lifting my head with her small hand. “Why Mr. McCall. That doesn’t matter. But what matters is why you were at an underage club is the actual question. In fact, you’re barely 17. Just turned.” I blinked, wincing in pain and then swallowed. “I was looking for someone. She has my girlfriend.” The overly small blonde smiled. “Ah, good ole Abby. You know, she was hired to kill you and Stiles originally. Then she went insane and decided to try to use your friend against you. That was not the plan.” Reality was fading again. “Sleep well handsome.” Her cackle filled the small room. There was a slight ringing. Everything went white, then black.

Rae

                Stiles paced back and forth, calling Scott for the hundredth time. “He shouldn’t have gone to that club. Why did we let him go?” I opened my mouth to answer but he was already rambling again. “Because we thought it’d be good for him. Agh. I cannot believe this happened.” I walked over to him as he stood leaning over on his window sill. “Stiles, calm down. He’s probably passed out somewhere.” I rubbed his back, and then sighed as he grabbed his keys and ran down the stairs. I had about 3 seconds to decide what I was gonna do, and I was already going with him the second he left the room.

Stiles

“Okay. Well this is the club.” I said turning the car off and climbing out. My heart was pounding, my palms sweating, and my sixth sense, which had been named Nerd Alerter, by Scott in 5^th grade was going insane. Something was not right. And having Rae with me, just the thought of her being in pain or near death, AGAIN. Well. That made my heart ache. We walked to the door, the music throbbing as we walked in. “Scuse me!?” I hollered above the noise to the bored looking brunette at the bar. “Yeah cutie?” She grinned, leaning over the barrier, her already to low shirt, going lower. Avoiding eye contact, I looked around. “Did you see this guy in here?” I handed her the picture of Scott. Tamara was in the background making a silly face. “You bet your sweet ass I did. As a matter of fact, saw the girl too. She was standing off to the back, sad faced. A cute lil blonde was beside her, whispering in her ear.” I saw Rae tilt her head. “Wait, did they leave together?” She asked putting her arm around my waist, and melting into my side. The bartender, getting the hint, adjusted her shirt and shook her head. “Naw. He passed out, and the blonde, and I mean she was small, came over, and had one of the bouncers take him out to her car. Said she was his lil sis, and their mum was real worried or sumthan like that. Now do you want a drink, or a break from this sweet little thang?” Her twangy accent rattled around in my brain like a boxer being thrown around. That voice. I’d heard it before. But where? As we began walking away, it hit me. Alyssa? Turning, I looked back, and saw that she was still standing there. Oh my damn. Alyssa Collins. Best 7 minutes in heaven ever.

It was 8^th grade, and Scott had been the best wingman ever. He even suggested we play truth or dare. Lucky me got stuck in the closet for seven minutes. With Alyssa Collins. Richest, sexiest, sluttiest girl in all of Beacon Hills. Almost hit home with her, when we were rudely interrupted by the timer. She had winked, given me her number, smacked my ass and then left. That night I had been the hero. All the guys were high fiving me and grinning. But what nobody else knew, was that for the first 3 minutes, she’d opened up, crying, saying that if I ever told anyone what had happened she’d kill me. Then she grabbed me, and acted like nothing had happened.

“Stiles?!” Rae’s voice cut through my memory, and I shook myself awake to find her standing at full attention, looking very pissed off. She was standing with one hand on her hip, side jutted out, bangs falling in her face. “Baby, you’re so damn sexy.” She looked a bit caught off guard as I pulled her against me, feeling her softly mold to my body. “Mmm, you’re not so bad yourself.” God I love our flirty moments. I start them and she instantly realizes and plays along. A slow song started and we began dancing around. Granted it was mostly to look for any hint of Scott, but it was a nice moment to have an excuse to feel her close to me. “I’m not gonna lie.” I said softly, into her ear, my eyes scanning the room. “The second I met you, I thought to myself ‘Damn. I am gonna do her.’ But then I realized that you are an amazing person and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

She looked a bit a taken back, but dissolved into giggles. I love holding her while she laughs. “Well, it’s ironic. When I first met you, and you touched my leg, when you guys were helping me up, I thought the same thing. Then when we went to Scott’s house and you were walking around with your shirt off. I almost jumped on you and took you upstairs. Then the incident with the shower. Oh I almost died. I almost wish you had come in and taken advantage.” I shook my head at her and then spotted a very small blonde girl, talking to a very large bouncer. “Bingo.” I said, turning her to look at them, and then turning her back when they stopped their obviously heated conversation to look around the room. We made eye contact, but I smiled widely and nodded at her, she smiled back and then went back to talking.

An hour later

Rae

We’d been stalking the blonde for almost an hour and ten minutes. She had led us nowhere. My eyes were growing sleepy and Stiles was a jitterbug, cause I’d let him have three cups of expresso, and that was very much against my smarts. “Go to sleep sweetheart.” He said, covering me with his jacket. I let myself fade away into a sweet sleep.