Chapter Twenty 

"So, you and your family are a bunch of werewolves." Josh had finished as we sit outside the Hale House once everyone was gone. I sat there freezing, since I'm only in my dress, and it's extremely cold outside. I wrapped my arms around me, frowning at the burnt ashes of my Uncle who still laid there. 

"Well, were," I corrected, trying to play it off as a joke, but it almost broke me. "Besides me, of course. I... I'm not a werewolf, I'm something completely different. It explains why everyone in my family looks completely different from me... But, I'm not ready to speak about..." 

"It's completely fine," Josh had reassured me gently. He placed a hand on my exposed thigh and I shivered at the touch. Literally, I'm freezing my ass off right now. "I guess I need time to process this information as well..." 

"Take as much time as you need, we have all break," I mutter, pulling my knees closer to myself. "I didn't want to drag you into this, I promise. You don't deserve to be dragged through this awful world." 

"Things happen for a reason, right?" Josh breathes out. "God, I'm going to have nightmares for months." 

I half-smiled at him. "Sorry..." 

"You look really pretty, by the way," Josh added, gazing down at me. I tried to hide my blush and looked away back into the trees. 

I shake my head. "There's mud on my dress, it's been torn apart, my makeup is washed off, my mascara is running down my face, and my hair is a complete mess. I feel like utter trash." 

Josh shrugged, looking down at the ground. "Still beautiful to me." I felt my entire body going warm from the compliment. "I should go... My parents are probably worried about where I am." 

I nodded. "I get it." He stands up and walked down the steps. He turned to me once he reached the ground floor. 

"Goodnight, Faya." He tilts an imaginary hat, making me giggle a little as I pulled my legs closer to my chin. He chuckled to himself before walking away into the distance. I watched as the sunrise comes up through the trees, making it a beautiful sight. 

Once I was alone, I begin to softly cry to myself. Fresh tears streamed down my face and I rock myself back and forward, trying to warm myself up. I tried to tell myself that everything's okay, everything will work out, but somehow deep inside me, I knew that it wasn't. This wasn't the end. 

After fully composing myself, I got up and walked down the creaky steps. I turned to the house that still, (amazingly), stands in front of me. I uttered my goodbyes the final time and walked to the car that Peter and I had come in. 

Before I could go home, I needed to go visit Lydia and check up on her. 

--

I entered the hospital and was receiving some funny looks. Yes, I know I look like trash, but do people really need to be so judgmental about it? I get it; I look like I've been through hell and back. 

I drag my feet towards the level Scott had said Lydia was on. I looked through the first window, Lydia was there laying on the bed, thankfully still breathing. I walked over to the window and placed my hand on it, my heart racing increasing. I looked around to see if any nurse was watching. 

Once I found it all clear, I carefully slipped inside the room and locked the door behind. I crawled on the floor all the way to the side that she was bitten on. I carefully looked at the bite which was no longer there. 

I frowned. Well, she's if she's a werewolf as Scott was claiming her not to be, then what the hell is she? 

The door then opens unexpectedly and I looked at the nurse in shock. I read her tag name... Mrs McCall. So, this must be Scott's Mum. She stares at me with wide eyes as she takes a good look at me. 

"Hello..." She speaks unsurely as I stood up, awkwardly scratching my arm. "Are you family?" 

"No, Mrs McCall. We're not." I answered sheepishly. "Simply friends." 

She only scowled at me. "Then I'd like you to wait in the waiting room with her other friends." She opened the door widely for me and made a hand gesture for me to leave. I nodded my head and quickly scrambled out of there and made my way to the waiting area. 

I frowned when I spot Stiles lying on one of the chairs, snoring his head off, with a 'get well soon' balloon attached to his hand. "Just like that, no-no. You first." 

I bend down in front of him and tapped his cheek lightly. "Stiles." He doesn't wake up, he only smiles... "Stiles!" He jolts awake and looked at me with wide eyes. "Have you been here all night?" 

He sits up quickly in the chair, rubbing his eyes then he takes a good look at me. "Yeah, I have been... You look like shit, Faya." 

"What every girl wants to hear," I rolled my eyes and stand up. 

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, what I mean is, go home and get some rest. You look like you could use some rest." 

"I don't think I could ever sleep again," I admitted. I had witnessed two people die last night. Sleep isn't on my agenda this afternoon. 

"I understand that, completely, but you look exhausted," Stiles continued. "At least go home and shower." 

I sighed, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit me as soon as he pointed it out. "How's Lydia? I saw her bite. Well, it's not there anymore. Why do you think she's not a werewolf? There's a good chance she could be..." 

"We're not sure," Stiles spoke. "Until then, I'm not leaving her side and stop trying to change the conversation Faya, go home. Or I'm calling Derek." 

Not in the mood to talk to Derek, I huffed. "Fine. But I'll be back in an hour." Stiles only let out a chuckle as I walked away from him and back to the car. 

--

I had driven home. I made my way into the loft. "You look like shit," Derek spoke from the couch as I approached him. 

"I get it," I grumbled, not in the mood to talk about my looks. 

"So you told Josh everything?" Derek questioned, snapping a book shut and looked over at me. 

"I'm really not in the mood to talk to you right now about boys," I snapped. "I'm going to have a shower and I'm driving back to the hospital in your car." 

"Why not the nurse's car?" Derek asked, rather annoyed that I'll be using his car. 

"Because her dead body's in there and I'm not ever using that car again. You deal with it. Then, buy me a new car." I demand. 

"Someone's crouchy," Derek muttered. 

"Don't push it," I argued back and walked up the spiral stairs. I walked into my room, yawning. Before I could even lie on my bed, I had jumped into my ensuite bathroom. I stripped off and jumped into the shower. 

After half an hour of soaking my body in the warm water, washing my hair, shaving, and using some bodywash, I got out and changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. I couldn't be bothered getting changed into anything else. 

I grabbed my uggs and slipped them on. My feet are exhausted. 

I walked over to my mirror and the shelf that was underneath it, contemplating to put makeup on. I put on some lipgloss and some water proof masrasca and decided that was enough. I had no pimples, surprisingly, so I didn't need to cover my face. 

I exited my room and walked down the spiral stairs and saw that Derek was still sitting on the couch, reading a book. I rolled my eyes. Derek doesn't read, he's doing it to be dramatic. I walked over to him and held out my hand. He simply tossed me his car keys and I caught them easily. 

"Be home by midnight," Derek told me and I ignored him. I wasn't in the mood to obey orders, especially not from him. I'm not sure why I'm holding a grudge against him for becoming an Alpha... It just didn't feel right. "Love you too!" 

I slammed the loft door behind me. 

I made it back to the hospital within the hour I said I would be gone. I exited the elevator that brought me up to Lydia's level, and within that hour, Stiles was sleeping again. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him as he was slouched in a chair, snoring. 

"Stiles." I tapped him once. "Stiles!" He woke up, jolting awake. "Maybe you should be the one that goes home. I'll watch Lydia." 

Stiles shakes his head. "No way. How long has it been?" 

"An hour." He groaned. "Seriously, Stiles, I'm not the only one that looks like shit here. You do too." 

"No. I love that girl in there, Faya. I'm not leaving her again." Stiles spoke, determined filled my voice and I sighed. I sat down in the chair next to him, and so, our journey waiting for Lydia began.  

A/N 

More of a filler chapter, if anything. Thank you for the support, it really means a lot! I can't believe I'm on Season Two already, and I'm so excited to start it already. I have so many ideas forming into my head, I need to get them out and express it on a piece of paper or something.  

Haha, I know I said that Season Two would be next week, but last night I stayed up till like 4.30AM trying begin this era.