I quickly open the door as we scurry inside as quietly as possible.
"Wow, it's only been a day and I've upgraded to using the front door instead instead if a two-story widow.", he whispers.
"Well maybe one day you can use it when you're NOT sneaking out. Now shut up and follow me.", I hiss at him.
We make my way up the stairs carefully and slip into my room. My heart pounds the entire way. I can't believe I actually just did that. I just successfully snuck my boyfriend into my house! I mean yes I did it yesterday, but this time I personally did it. And my parents have no idea. Seems like I've been living on the wild side lately.
"I never got to compliment you on your room. I like it.", he says, wandering around and taking everything in.
"Thanks. It's not everyday a boy compliments me on my room."
" actually it's not everyday a boy gets to actually be in your room.", he smirks at me.
I stick my tongue out at him.
"There you go being a child again.", he laughs at me.
"Shut up!", I laugh as I walk to my closet.
"Where are you going?", he calls out to me.
I turn back to him. "Well I want to change into pajamas. A sweater and jeans aren't really the way I want to sleep you know."
"Well why can't you change out here?"
His question makes me visibly cringe and I know he saw it. A wicked smile spreads across his smile at my uncomfortable state as my cheeks begin to burn.
"Umm- I mean- I don't think-"
"Vanessa, I'm joking.", he chuckles at me as he flops himself on my bed.
"You're- you-" I'm at an actual loss of words so I quickly dash into the closet, shutting it tightly behind me. Just as I catch my breath from the terrible experience moments ago, I hear Stiles' soft laughs from behind my door.
I smile to myself and begin changing into pajamas. I select my favorite bright red shorts and a white top. I quickly throw my hair into a bun and walk out of my closet. The minute my eyes lay on the beauty on my bed, I almost collapse and all the wind is knocked out of me.
Stiles sits on my bed in nothing but black boxer briefs. His chest is completely bare, his stomach flawless. His long lean body looks amazing sitting there and tainting my once pure bed with his almost sinful essence. My eyes rake every inch of his toned abs, the small yet detailed pecks that sit just above them. The slightly broad shoulder blades that cascade down to his thick biceps. He even has the little moles on various areas of his body. His small frame is significantly muscular that you would only be able to really know by seeing him like this and I can physically feel my knees going weak at this sight. I could literally go over there and take him the way he is right now. Just swing and wrap my legs over that beautiful torso and feel every single bit of him while running my hands up and down his body. Maybe even
"You obviously like what you see.", he says breaking me from my trance. I probably have a fine line of drool dripping down my chin by now.
"I'm sorry what?", I say as I shake my head, attempting to rid the terrible thoughts filling my mind as the seconds tick away.
He gives me a crooked smile while getting up and walk towards me until he is only inches away.
"I said," he starts in a low voice, "you must like what you see."
"Umm n-n-no. I- I was just c-caught off guard." I'm stuttering like an idiot while trying to look anywhere but him.
"Then why won't you look at me?", he says as he lifts my chin towards him so I'm forced to look at him.
The simple touch practically lights my body like a match.
"I- I don't know w-w-what you're t-talking about." Fuck me. Dammit Vanessa get your shit together, but looking at him only makes me begin to slightly shake.
He looks over me, that crooked smile still plastered on his face, and wraps his arms around me, pressing our bodies together.
My body is now a complete inferno. It's hot, too hot. I'm actually burning. I can feel my heart beating again my chest, threatening to burst right out.of my rib age.
"I can feel you're heart you know. Seems to be beating pretty fast.", he smiles as his eyes twinkle into mine.
"Umm- i-" I'm cut off by a soft knock at my door.
"Vanessa.", a voice whispers from the other side.
My body freezes. No. No, no, no! Fuck!
"Umm, just a minute! I'm changing!", I call back to it then turn my attention back to the biggest problem in my room. "Get in the closet.", I say as I open the closet and begin pushing him into it.
He doesn't hesitate and quickly sprints into the closet, shutting it behind.
I take a quick survey of my room and my red land on my second problem. His clothes. I dash to the small pile of clothes and quickly shove them as far underneath my bed as my tiny arms will allow.
Ok Vanessa, just breath. You'll be fine, just breath. I tuck a couple strands of loose hair behind my hair and finally make my way to the door. I take a deep breath and open the door.
To my relief and irritation, it's Lydia who stands in the door way. We stand there staring at each other in the dark dimmed light.
"Umm, I just wanted to just make sure you were alright.", she finally speaks.
"And why the hell would you care?" My voice leaks with venom at this pompous girl who dares act like she could give two shits about me.
"Because I do care, Vanessa."
"Fuck off." And I slam the door in her face. My body us hot, but now full of anger. I couldn't give a fuck if she lives here, if she actually thinks she can come here and knock on my door like it's nothing, she's fucking crazy.
My door swings open and Lydia storms in, her fierce eyes blazing as she strides over to me.
"Look I'm getting really tired of this shit. This needs to stop. I don't know how many times I've apologized to you, but Vanessa I'm sorry!"
She is crazy. Now it's official that this monster of my former sister is actually crazy.
"You can apologize all you want, but that won't change a damn thing! It won't take back all the hospital trips, all the pain and therapy and shit I went through while you just say back, crossed your legs and watched the whole thing while keeping those stupid fish lips of yours shut!"
"What the hell was I supposed to do?! I was a nine year old girl! I was scared! I was terrified! I cried myself to sleep every day when I would see you in the outmost pain. And don't you dare say that I just say back and watched because you know that's not true! I would stay with you all those long nights when mom and dad would go home to rest. Every therapy appointment, every doctors visit, even every single medication you had to take I was there. I had your back and I made sure nothing ever happened to you. Whenever you had a problem, I would fix it. I made it my job to make sure to always be there for you through everything and you know that!"
"You only did all that stuff because of your own guilt. It's your fault that I had to go through all that in the first place, so don't sit there and like you did any of that out of the kindness of your black, soulless heart, bitch!"
A sound comes from my closet; a soft thud. Both of our heads turn to the direction of the closet. My heart literally skips a full beat.
"What was that?", Lydia asks me.
"Nothing.", I say too quickly. My nerves are now getting the best of me.
She looks at me suspiciously as her eyes trail back and forth from the closet and me.
"Vanessa, what's in you're closet?", she says slowly.
I instinctively step in front of the closet. "I said it's nothing. Probably just one of my books falling from the shelf or something.", I lie to her. "I don't even need to explain anything to you. Now leave."
"Vanessa, what is-"
"What the fuck did I just say?! I said told you to get out of my room!"
"No!"
"Get out!"
Our voices are reaching exponential heights as we continue to banter back and forth. My sister and I never fight. Ever. We've always been those sisters that love and adore each other that fighting never even touches our surface. But not anymore. Now we're throwing words out there like nothing, absolutely nothing.
My room door swings open and in strolls my mother in her pink silk robe, he beautiful blonde hair tied up in a neat bun, and her eyes frantically taking in the screaming match between my sister and I.
"Girls, what are you doing up this late,",she questions us. "It's two a.m. And are you...arguing?"
We both stay silent. The one thing about my mom is she loves us, her little little girls. If there's one thing she will always talk about with her friends is the fact that we are the perfect pair of siblings. So seeing this must be unreal to her.
"It's nothing mom, honestly. Sorry for waking you up.", I say attempting to diminish what she saw.
She turns to Lydia, questioning her with her eyes.
"Really mom, it's nothing.", she tells her.
She looks back at me and her eyes land on my arm.
"Vanessa,", she says and she walks to me grabbing on to my arm, "What is this?"
I look down and my jaw almost drops to the ground. My arm is black and purple; a massive bruise covering it. How in the hell did that even get-
Derek. Derek. Fucking Derek. The squeezing of my arm. Dammit it!
"It's nothing mom.", I say pulling my from her grip, but she hold it right where it is.
"Vanessa Scarlet Martin, do not lie to me. What happened to your arm?" I hate when she gets like this. When she uses my full name, that means I'm in dee ship.
"Mom, I'm fine really.", I urge her.
"Than tell her how you got that massive bruise in your arm.", Lydia steps in.
I almost want to walk over there and rip her throat. Is she stupid or just fucking stupid? How does she actually expect me to tell our mother that I have this gigantic bruise on my arm was caused by a werewolf that was trying to cause me pain so that I could unleash my powers.
"Shut up, Lydia", I say through my teeth.
"Vanessa!" My mother is so surprised by my statement that she actually takes a step away from me.
I'm not surprised. We're such a together family. Things like that aren't really said in this house unless it's directed towards someone who is not a Martin.
"Mother, I got it at lacrosse practice ok. We were practicing and this girl tripped and hit me with her stick. It's not that big of a deal. I get them all the time." I've never lied to my mother. My stomach twists and turns from the evil sin. Looks like we're just throwing everything out the window today.
"You've never gotten one that big.", she comes back at me.
"It was a goalie stick. And those are pretty big, thus my big bruise."
"If you ask me mom, I'd say she's lying.", Lydia once again interjects.
"Mind your own damn business, Lydia!", I yell at her.
"Vanessa!", my mom shouts again.
"Mom she's only trying to get me in trouble for absolutely nothing!", I plead to her.
"She's being an older sister, Vanessa. She's looking out for you."
"Looking out for me?! Looking out for me!? This girl would not know the meaning of looking out for a person! She looks out for no one but herself and tries to eliminate anyone who stands in her path!" Lydia cringes at my words as my voices increases with every word from my mouth.
"How dare you speak about your sister that way.", my mother seethes at me.
"How dare I?! Mom you are so blind and completely oblivious to who Lydia really is! Everyone is! I'm the only one that's finally be woken up and knows the truth."
Panic is completely visible in Lydia's eyes, but my moms focus is only on me to where she doesn't notice it at all.
"The truth about what Vanessa?!", my mom demands from me.
"That Lydia is evil, vile. That she pu-" I stop right where I am and cover my mouth with my hands. I want to. I desperately want to completely out Lydia of everything, but I can't. I know I can't. It would rip the very fabric of my family and I can't do it. Lydia almost looks like she's about to completely pass out and my mother stands there waiting for me to finish but I stay as I am.
"Are you not going to finish you're little rant Vanessa?", she says in a low voice as her eyes narrow and her lips purse that almost sends my body into cardiac arrest.
"I- mom I-"
"I think I've heard enough of you for tonight."
"Mom, but I-"
"I said that is enough Vanessa!" I jump at the loudness of her voice. My mother has never yelled at me. I've always been sternly talked to, once in a while a raise of the voice, but never yelled at.
"It's two a.m and I have to get up from bed to find you arguing with your sister!"
"She came in here!"
"I did not give you the permission to speak.", she says, silencing me.
"You stand there and absolutely cruel things about your own sister. Things that should never even cross your mind. And you even have the audacity to talk back to me!"
"Mom..." Tear begin to well-up and fall from my eyes.
"Vanessa I don't know what has gotten into you, but I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. This is your older sister, your flesh and blood and for you to stand there and say those things about her, well you should be ashamed of yourself. Completely ashamed. I'm very disappointed in you.", she finished as she shake her head at me.
"Mom you don't-", I choke out, but she puts a hand up, once again silencing me.
"Not another word. I can't even stand the sight if you right now. We will talk about this in the morning."
With that she turns from me and walks out the door, Lydia following behind. Before she leaves, she stops and turn to me. Tears fill her eyes and she moths "I'm sorry.", than quickly leaves my room, shutting the door behind her.
I stand there in the middle of my room completely awe struck; replaying the last 5 minutes of my life over and over in my mind. I just sat here as my mother yelled at me while Lydia sat back and let me take it all in.
That's when I finally release myself. I let out my cries and stand there with my hands over my face and sob.
I can't even fathom any of this. She does not know. If she knew, none of this would have even happened. It would have Lydia on the other side, not me. But it still hurts. The pain of having your mother completely disgusted by you for something that wasn't even your fault.
I hear my closet door slowly and footsteps slowly approach me as I continue to sob. Strong arms wrap themselves around me from behind. I look up to see a sorrowful looking Stiles looking down at me.
I turn around and wrap myself around him, sobbing on his shoulder. He embraces me tightly while softly stoking my hair and whispers "I'm sorry's" and "It'll be ok's" in my ear as I continue to cry into the one person who seems to be all I have.