𝟏𝟏 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏

tw- mentions and implications of an eating disorder, Jackass Whittewhore

✯☾✯

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕, 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒚, their hands pulling intensely on the handles of the door as they tried to decipherer what the hell just happened. Crouched down on the floor, Scott was the first to snap out of the panic and start hurling instructions.

"Grab something!" He yelled frantically.

"What?"

"Anything!"

Stiles and Lizzie scanned the near proximity for anything to hold the doors shut. Whilst Lizzie was still searching, Stiles stupidly decided to stand up and peer through the small glass window of the door. When the other two teens joined Stiles in his stance, their eyes landed on exactly what Stiles was looking at.

A pair of bolt cutters.

"No." Scott shook his head as Stiles started to pull the door open.

"Yes." Stiles argued and Lizzie's eyes widened when she realised that her friend was actually going to go out there to retrieve the tool. Out there with that seven-foot wolf. The girl's brain went into full blown protective mother mode and she leapt into action.

"Absolutely not." She muttered just loud enough for the boys to hear. Her small hand shot out and she grabbed a fistful of Stiles' jacket, yanking him back inside and replacing herself in his previous position.

Ignoring the worried clamours that came from behind her, Lizzie stepped out into the night and closed the door behind her. Her heart was pounding like crazy given she there was a repugnant alpha literally yards away from her.

Key word: was

The spot where the wolf was previously was now empty.

How fucking lovely, Lizzie thought, her eyes darting down to the floor where the bolt cutters were.

After taking a deep breath, she pushed off the door she'd been leaning on and scurried down the modest steps.

As she picked the item up, loud bangs and muffled yells came from behind her. She turned round to see Scott and Stiles madly bashing their fists against the door and hollering for her to come back. Confused, Lizzie turned her head back and boy was she sure she wet herself.

The alpha, the alpha that wasn't there literally a second ago, was now crawling around at the foot of Stiles' jeep.

"Oh, fuck off." Lizzie murmured to no one but herself. As if it heard her speak, the animal started bounding on all fours towards the girl who grimaced and jumped up from her crouched position. She scrambled up the stairs and back through the door, into the school.

From there, she was able to jam the bolt cutters around the door handles to keep them firmly shut. The boys breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Lizzie had made it safely back inside before sliding up the door to peak out the window again. Once again, the alpha had disappeared.

"Where is it?" Scott asked in a state of terror, Stiles shining the torch through the glass. "Where'd it go?"

And after a few more seconds of intense breathing and scanning for it, the trio backed away from the door in a row. Lizzie on the right, Stiles in the middle and Scott on the left.

"That won't hold, will it?" Scott questioned, unsure.

"Probably not."

"It's better than nothing."

The teens stared down the empty hallways of their high school. All was quiet until a loud howl surged in the distance and they burst out into a run. The three gravitated into the first classroom they saw and immediately flew to move the desk in front of the door before Stiles stopped them.

"Sh! Stop, stop." Stiles whisper yelled. "The doors not gonna keep it out."

"I know." Scott started but the buzz cut boy halted his words.

"It's your boss."

"What?"

"Stiles, not now." Lizzie groaned, sensing an argument. She glanced down at her hands that were placed on the desk. They were still trembling from when she foolishly decided to go outside.

"Deaton, the Alpha? Your boss."

"No."

"Guys, can we talk about this later?"

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf."

"That can't be."

"I'm not even joking guys, we a trapped in our high school with said murdering psycho werewolf. I really don't think now is the time to be arguing."

"Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him."

"Guys!" Lizzie tried again, but when the boys kept arguing, she gave up and ran to the window instead. Only when she reached the large pane of glass did reality sink in. They really were stuck in the prison like building with a rampaging monster of which they had no idea of its whereabouts.

A few seconds later, Scott and Stiles joined her at the window, Scott trying to force one open.

"No, they don't open. The school's climate controlled." Stiles stopped him and pushed him away.

"Smash it, there's plenty of chairs to chuck." Lizzie suggested, running a hand down her face.

"It would make a lot of noise." Stiles shut down her idea but Lizzie optimised.

"Scott has super speed and super strength. We could fit on his back."

The three sighed at the convoluted situation and glanced round again.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" Scott unexpectedly asked causing Lizzie and Stiles to lift their heads up to see a large dent of the front of the vehicle.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent."

"Like, dented?"

"No, I mean bent."

Suddenly, there was a thunderous crash and small shards of glass rained down on the teens. They shrunk down the wall, Lizzie being dragged between the boys and sandwiched, their arms held above her head.

A blow of wind danced through the hole in the window and blew onto a rectangular object. It skidded across the floor, wires flailing and Stiles shined the torch onto it.

"That's my battery." He realized, concern for his treasured jeep flashing through his voice. He started to stand up but was jerked back down by Scott.

"Don't." He warned.

"We have to move."

"He could be right outside."

"He is right outside."

Scott winced, casting a glance to the battery and then returning to Stiles and Lizzie. "Just let me take a look."

Breathing heavily, Scott hauled himself up using the window ledge. He tipped his head up to look out the window.

"Anything?" Lizzie hissed and Scott shook his head.

"Move now?" Stiles offered expectantly.

"Move now." Scott agreed. The three got up from their hiding spot and tiptoed out the classroom to the shadowy hallway, the light from the torch swinging left to right.

"This way." Scott began walking a certain direction however Stiles stopped him.

"No, no, no, no. Somewhere without windows."

"Every single room in this building has windows." Scott threw his arms back in despair.

"Or somewhere with less windows." Stiles countered.

"The locker room."

Continuing down the hallway the trio made for the route of the locker room. As if sensing Lizzie's unease, Stiles grasped onto the smaller girl's wrist and tugged her along with him.

They reached the locker room in minutes, quietly closing the door when they entered.

"Call your dad." Scott told Stiles.

"And tell him what?" Stiles asked, not exactly wanting to get his dad involved in the situation.

"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever." Scott suggested wildly. "If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"Or it could pull a no-humanity Stefan and rip them all to pieces." Lizzie cut in, earning a couple of side eyes for her comment.

"They have guns." Scott stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?" Stiles pointed out, now waving his hands frantically.

"Then we... we have to..." Scott tried to think. He racked his brains for some sort of solution. The pressure was truly getting to him because right now he had an extremely sarcastic Stiles, which usually meant he was stressed, and a frightened Lizzie who was biting so hard on her nails they were almost bleeding. He needed to think of something.

"We have to find a way out and just run for it." He stuttered out.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile."

Scott's features drooped; he really couldn't think of anything. Subconsciously noticing his low, Lizzie stepped closer to her friend and rubbed his jacketed arm. Then finally, Scott managed to come up with something useful.

"What about Derek's car?"

Stiles' face lightened and his posture straightened. "That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."

"And him."

"Fine. Whatever."

The boys started to go but paused when they noticed Lizzie hadn't moved. Instead, she stood on the spot with her hand outstretched in front of her. Scott and Stiles stared at her in confusion.

"No hands in, go team?" She asked, honestly sounding hurt.

The other two brunettes shook their heads at her and Stiles reached towards and grabbed her wrist again. Before the three could open the door to the locker room, Scott placed his hand in front of them to stop their actions. A faint clattering sound could be heard in the distance.

"I think I heard something."

"Like what?" Stiles erratically hissed and Scott shushed him so he was able to listen in. The teen wolf concentrated on the noise as Lizzie and Stiles receded away from the door.

"Hide." Scott instructed and they did just that. Stiles thought it best to hide in a locker meaning the other two teens had to reluctantly follow him.

Lizzie closed the door to the locker she'd stuffed herself in and peered through the small slits allowing her to see into the room. For a while nothing happened but then a creak parroted through the room and the door handle turned theatrically slowly.

A figure entered the room although Lizzie couldn't quite make out who or what it was. It bustled around for a bit before stopping next to the locker Scott was in. A few seconds went by before the locker door swung open to everyone in the room's surprised. Everyone screamed, Scott stepping out of the locker and Lizzie and Stiles copied.

The figure, who materialised as the janitor, yelled. "Ah! Son of a bitch!"

"Shh! Quiet!" Scott said.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me?" The janitor said, completely ignoring what Scott had said. "All three of you get out."

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles tried to be persuasive although he was basically just yelling at the poor guy.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." The man ordered and he pushed all three of them out the door.

"Mister? Sir?" Lizzie tried as she was being shoved through the doorway. "We can explain. Mr Janitor?"

"Just shut up and go." The janitor yelled, pointing down the corridor.

Faster than either teen could process, the innocent man was brutally wrenched back into the room and loud growls could be heard. The door slammed shut and the trio could see his body through the cloudy window being mercilessly shoved against it. Painful screams erupted; a splatter of fresh blood painted the window. Scott stepped in front of his friends protectively. Then, he moved to try and get the door open to help the man being ripped apart but Stiles literally picked him up, grabbed Lizzie and forced them to run as fast as they could down the hallway.

Sprinting, they reached a door at the end of the corridor and ran straight into it expecting for it to burst open. Instead, the door stayed put and the teens banged into the metal. Grunting, they barged their shoulders against the door until it cracked open just enough for Scott to push his head through the gap.

"It's a dumpster." Scott said before quickly retracting his head back inside.

"He pushed it in front of the door. To block us in." Stiles realized and him and Lizzie continued to shove their body weight against it. "Come on, help us."

Upon realizing they were making too much noise, Scott pulled Lizzie and Stiles away, ordering for them to stop. So, giving up on that idea, the trio retraced their steps back up the hallway.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school." Stiles whined as they walked.

"We're not going to die." Scott firmly said, convincing himself more than anything.

Lizzie trailed behind the two boys, kicking her feet out and biting her nails. It wasn't looking good for them; they just couldn't seem to find a way out. The tears pooling in her eyes told her she was very close to crying however she brought her hand up to wipe them away, anxious she'd mess things up even more if she started sobbing.

Lizzie's attempts to keep calm were interrupted when her body came crashing into Stiles' frozen one. She looked up to see Scott and Stiles staring fearfully out the window. So naturally, Lizzie followed their gaze and there it was. Glaring at them with its piercing red eyes on the roof of the building opposite.

Sooner than they could even yell out or scream, the alpha crawled monstrously across the roof and the trio began to run for their lives. They didn't get very far before they heard a loud shatter behind them and savage snarling.

Lizzie picked up her pace, her feet carrying her as fast as she could go but even with her hard work, she still lagged behind. After a few yards of running, the three burst through another door and threw themselves down a set of stairs.

The small brunette tried her best to keep up but she really wasn't fast enough. Just as she finished scaling the stairs, something clamped around her ankle and yanked it, causing her to topple down to the floor, her hands shooting in front of her to cushion her fall.

Lizzie's breath hitched, lying flat on the floor as she felt something crawl over her. Slight snarls and growls pierced the silence above her head, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Disgusting breath fanned the back of her neck and small droplets of wet drool dripped onto her skin. Lizzie's heart was thumping against the dirty marble floor at the proximity of the wolf to her body.

Swiftly, a claw bunched the back of her jumper and Lizzie felt herself being lifted off the ground. Fear radiated unforgivebly through her bones and they shook with terror. The creature let out one final vicious snarl before hurling the girl into the wall and knocking her out.

Lizzie's frame bounced off of the brickwork and dropped to the floor. The alpha stalked over to the unconscious girl and dragged her into a nearby storage closest, tucking her behind the door. Then it carried on its search for the other wolf in the building. The one who had already hidden himself somewhere and was just now realizing his friend was missing.

✯☾✯

"I'm sorry, I can't finish it." Lizzie pushed the half-full plate across the dinner table to the side her brother was on. Bobby glanced down at the dish which was still as packed as he'd left it and then eyed the girl across from him sympathetically.

"You did good, L, you did really good." He smiled at her and reached his hand over the table to place it on Lizzie's. His sister's eyes began to glaze over as she stared guiltily down at her lap.

"I'm sorry." She repeated, sapphire tears leaking recklessly down her red cheeks. Her hand pulled from under Bobby's and placed itself on her lower stomach. It felt bigger, she felt bloated and she had barley even eaten anything. She felt sick, something jumped up and down in her abdomen. Swirling dark comments stampeded her thoughts.

"L. L, listen to me. You did amazing." Bobby's voice whispered to her but she paid no attention. She was too lost in her own self-loathing. She'd just ruined all her hard work. She wasn't meant to eat today. She told herself she wouldn't eat but there she just was.

Tomorrow, she had swimming in gym class and now all the other girls would be able to truly get a good glance at the fictional size she believed she was. A fierce wave of nausea swam up her throat and Lizzie stood up from her chair, one hand clutching her stomach and one cupped over her mouth. She ran to the bathroom, not paying attention to her brother shouts.

As soon as she was in the required room, Lizzie dropped to her knees and leant over the toilet bowl. Greeny-yellow liquid cascaded out her open mouth. The vomit just proving to her point in her head. God, she was so disgusting, throwing up that awful sludgy mixture. She bet Lydia Martin never disgraced herself like this.

Her body was fighting her, trying to survive through the cocktail of torture it was being put through. Her bones were frail and so delicate that people looked at her like she was some China doll. Her fading chestnut hair was thin and little skin clung to her structure. From a distance, she looked dead.

The girl's stomach growled at her, begging her to eat. She was so hungry. So hungry. But she couldn't solve the savage puzzle of her mind by just eating. Every time she even looked at any food, soul- crushing thoughts of how big she would become flashed through her innocent mind. She didn't deserve food. She was sickening. Barley human.

✯☾✯

Scott, Stiles and, for some reason, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin and Allison Argent slammed the door to the chemistry lab shut. They pressed their sweaty bodies against the walls, pulse racing. The girls were sniffling, confused and scared. Jackson had converted his stress into anger and Scott and Stiles were freaking out at the absence of Lizzie. They hadn't even had a chance to look around for her as every time they tried, the alpha had other plans for them.

Distant growling rumbled and the shadow of something slowly passed the glass frame in the door. Then came footsteps. The group shared anxious looks and hid themselves further away from the entrance to the room. Echoing through halls, the sound of the footsteps came closer to the chemistry lab that was being used as a hiding spot. An unknown figure stopped outside the door and Allison let out a hushed sob.

"Scott?" A voice called out from behind the door. It was a voice filled with panic and distress. It was small and gentle, desperate for something. "Stiles? Please let me in."

"Oh my god." Stiles gasped when he realised who the voice belonged to. Him and Scott moved to the door but Jackson stood in their way.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jackson spat, standing at his full height to block them.

"Jackson, move. I'm only going to ask you once." Scott threatened, jaw clenched and eyes hard.

"Are you kidding me? You are kidding me, right? If you open that door, you're putting all of us in danger. Who even is that anyway?" Jackson demanded, his hands rested on his hips and he raised a determined eyebrow.

Refusing to listen to anymore of Jackson's annoying whining, Scott and Stiles pushed past him and started to remove the chair under the door handle that was being used to keep it shut.

"Scott, what are you doing?" Allison cried out but her boyfriend ignored her. When the two involved with the supernatural finally managed to get the door open, the weak frame of a girl tumbled in, Lydia thumping it shut behind her. The brunette girl been crying, tears stained her rosy cheeks and her eyes were bloodshot. A purple bruise covered the side of her forehead and dry blood surrounded it. Everyone in the room stared at her in bewilderment.

"Oh my god." Stiles repeated. He was the first to throw out his arms for the girl and sweep her into a hug. Lizzie tripped and fell into him, wrapping her own arms around his stomach. Scott was also soon to join the embrace and the three stayed standing together for a few moments.

Lizzie was brisk to pull away as she came to terms with the other three people in the room. Her body ached from her encounter with the alpha. She'd woken up in a random closest and had been wondering around for ages, trying to find her friends. She untangled herself from the two pairs of arms and gave her friends looks to tell them she'd tell them about what happened later.

She spun on her heal and took in what was in front of her. What the hell was the all-star lacrosse player, the queen bee and Allison doing here?

"Uh," Lizzie stuttered, really not knowing what to say. She didn't know how much Scott and Stiles had said but her first instinct was to protect the wolf besides her and his supernatural identity. "A- are you guys here for the chemistry lab midnight party too?"

"Lizzie, it's okay." Scott rubbed Lizzie's shoulder, something that caused unannounced rage to bubble up in Allison's stomach. "Someone texted Allison to come here but it wasn't me. We think it was Derek."

Scott squinted his eyes secretively at the last word when Lizzie gave him a 'boy, what the fuck' look. And although confused because Derek was quite clearly dead, she played along.

"Oh yes, Derek. Scary Derek. Scary but hot mind you. A hot criminal. Wow, isn't that something?" She smiled around at everyone.

"Jackson, how many people can you fit in your car?" Scott asked, obnoxiously changing the subject.

"Six if someone squeezes on someone's lap and seeing as this- this girl," He gestured to Lizzie. "is tiny, I vote her."

"Excuse you-"

"Six? I barley fit in the back." Allison stressed in a sotto voice.

"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention." Stiles silenced the bicker.

"What about this?" Scott pulled on Stiles' arm and everyone followed the boy to a door with roof top access plastered across it. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."

"That's a deadbolt." Stiles said, throwing that plan out the window.

Scott sighed, out of ideas until, "The janitor has a key."

"You mean his body has it." Stiles pointed out.

"Scott no. Please don't tell me-" Lizzie began.

"I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood." Scott reassured his best friends who were conversing in hushed voices.

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got?" Stiles deadpanned which only made Scott's mind clog even more.

"I'm getting the key." The wolf affirmed and before Lizzie or Stiles could stop him, he pushed past them and moved towards Allison. The couple started an argument which consisted of Scott lying to his girlfriend, embarrassing himself, and then Allison getting upset.

And when Scott tried to prove to Allison he could defend himself with a literal stick, Lydia spoke up and nodded her head to the cabinet with numerous bottles of chemicals scattered on the shelves. "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Self-igniting-?"

"Molotov cocktail."

And all Lizzie could think was go Lydia.

"I say we go with Lydia's plan." She stuck her hand up in the air and waved it wildly.

"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles just seemed to be trampling on any idea that came into play there.

"Are you kidding me?" Lizzie gaped at Stiles disappointedly before smashing her fist into the glass covering the cabinet.

Together, with Lydia's guidance, the group put together the weird firebomb the strawberry blonde had suggested and when she handed the finish product to Scott, Allison freaked out.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there." She disquieted, almost crying.

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott shot back.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people." She strained her whisper to prove how upset she was, her brow creased, and Lizzie knew she was trying not to cry.

"And we're next." Scott reasoned with his distraught girl. "Somebody has to do something."

Scott made a move for the door but once again Allison stopped him, she moved her body in front of his and practically hissed. "Scott, just stop. Do you remember... do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell. So do you."

The dramatic event playing out in before the other four in the room had now become incredibly awkward for them. So awkward that Lizzie couldn't even bare to watch. She liked Allison, they were really good friends, but Scott had just volunteered himself to do something that could save them all. If this whole thing hadn't dramatized into the moment it was becoming, Scott could have already gone and come back with the keys already.

"You're a horrible liar." Allison sobbed as Lizzie took a seat on one of the stools, the bash to her head really starting to take effect now.

"And you've been lying all night." The tall brunette continued. "Just- please. Please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please."

Scott stared around the room, deep in thought for a few moments. Although his girlfriend's words were breaking his heart, in that moment her knew he had to go if they had any chance of getting out alive.

"Lock it behind me." He started to walk again but Allison pulled him back by the arm and placed her lips on his, kissing him passionately and meaningfully. A beautiful moment for the couple but an uncomfortable one for their friends who were currently diverting their eyes anywhere but the lip-locked pair.

When they pulled away, Scott gave a final smile to Lizzie and Stiles before exiting the room, walking straight into what seemed certain death.

✯☾✯

The five remaining teens had all congregated to one side of the lab although there was still a clear barrier between the two parties. Whilst Lizzie and Stiles stood against the wall near the door, Allison, Jackson and Lydia sat beyond the evident line of school social class.

"I don't get this." Allison breathed out, her voice trembling and her hands clasped together near her mouth. "I don't get why he's out there, why he left us. And I can't,"

She moved her pale hands away from her face and held them above her lap. "I can't stop my hands from shaking."

Jackson closed his own hands in on Allison's, but Lizzie got there first, scrambling through the fictitious wall and comforting her friend with her touch before Jackson got his grimy skin on her.

"It's okay," She whispered softly as she hopped up onto the desk Allison was sitting on and copying her actions of sitting cross legged. "He'll be okay. It's Scott, he wouldn't leave you."

Allison smiled the best she could through her tears and leaned into the smaller brunette, her head resting on her shoulder.

The room was mostly condemned to silence with the odd sniffle from Allison so when Lydia whispered something, everyone lifted themselves to look at her.

"Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."

"I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn't I? Jackson snapped her threateningly.

"Yeah," Lydia uttered unconvincingly, deciding she'd rather risk Scott's safety than her relationship with her boyfriend. "Yeah, I'm sure you did."

Then the room was thrust back into abysmal silence. Stiles had shuffled closer to the group and used Lizzie's free shoulder to lean his head on, hoping burying her face in her hair would mask his worry from the popular clique.

When the quiet was next broken, it was by a distant growling that rattled the room although more so Jackson. The lacrosse captain dropped to his knees, groaning and grunting. Whilst Allison and Lydia directed concerned and afraid looks at him, Stiles nudged Lizzie and pointed out rows of healed scars on the back of Jackson's neck.

The brunette and the strawberry blonde bent down to pick up the boy who was exclaiming painfully.

"No, I'm fine," He rejected the help and pulled away. "Like, seriously, I'm okay."

"That didn't sound okay at all." Allison sympathised.

"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles pointed his finger like he was going to touch it but Jackson slapped his hands away.

"Oi!" Lizzie shot a firm warning to the conceited boy and flashed a stiff scowl in his direction.

"I said I'm fine." Jackson ignored Lizzie's threat and continued to stand apart from everyone else.

"It's been there for days." Lydia said, referring to the mark. "He won't tell me what happened."

"As if you actually care." Jackson seethed and Lydia's eyes flickered to the ground, hurt.

Stiles cleared his throat, jumping at the chance to protect his crush. "All right, can we not argue for just half a second here?"

Everyone in the room sighed and Allison began to pace. "Where's Scott? He should be back by now."

Lizzie was quick to stop her and laced their fingers together, slowly pulling her down into the seat next to her. "He'll be here, he's probably got the key and is on his way back right now."

"B- but i-, what if he isn't." Allison whispered back; familiar tears threatened to return to her cheeks.

"Scott is the most Gryffindor person I've ever met, Ali. He may be reckless and stubborn but he's also brave and selfless. He would never leave you and when he does come back, I want you to promise me something," Lizzie waited for Allison to nod before she continued. "I want you to promise me you'll see through his stupidity and remember how courageous and faithful he was tonight."

Before Allison could reply, there was a click in the door and the girl immediately stood, calling the name of her lover. She banged on the door, screaming and shouting at the silhouette of Scott in the window.

"Where's he going?" Lydia shrieked as Scott ran off down the hall, leaving the group locked in. Allison's cries and banging became hysterical, her shouts were smothered in physical and mental hurt and worry for the boy whose name she was yelling.

It all got too much for Lydia Martin, too much was going on at once, she couldn't properly hear the commotion going on outside the school with all the noise and she knew whatever Allison was doing sure wasn't going to bring Scott back. He'd locked them in there for a reason.

"Stop! Stop!" She yelled and Allison complied, turning round to look at Lydia in confusion. "Do you hear that?"

"Listen."

And the teens did, Stiles pulled Lizzie close to him by the wrist and no one made a sound. In the near distance, police sirens wailed, and the air was filled with hope and relief. Everyone rushed to the window on the far side of the room and leaned out of it.

Jaws dropped and sighs of sheer respite were let out when they noticed the gathering police cars racing into the school car park. Then, Lizzie felt something tighten in her hand. She looked down to see her it neatly intwined with a perfectly manicured one. Lydia's.

✯☾✯

"You're sure it was Derek Hale?" Sheriff Stilinski asked for what felt like the hundredth time since he'd found the group of teens. The four, Scott, Lizzie, Stiles and the Sheriff, exited the school and walked down the steps.

"Yes."

"I saw him too."

"It was definitely Derek Hale. No one else in this town looks that hot and that creepy at the same time."

Stiles gave Lizzie a disgusted look and gagged.

"What about the janitor?" Scott questioned.

"We're still looking." The sheriff informed them.

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?" He was shocked about the absence of the body because it certainly was there, dripping blood and rotting, when Scott had left in search of the keys.

"Yeah, Scott, we looked." The sheriff snapped back, exhausted and in slight disbelief. "We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing."

"I'm not making this up." Scott tried all though he knew he wasn't getting anywhere.

"I know, I believe you, I do." Sheriff Stilinski reassured the boy and the quartet stopped walking at the entrance to the car park.

"No, you don't." Scott emphasized, riling up now. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me but I know you don't."

"Listen to me. We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise." The man vowed and Lizzie couldn't help believing him. Noah Stilinski looked like one of those men who you could trust with anything. Anything. He definitely chose the right career path as a cop, that was for sure.

The sheriff was called over by one of his fellow deputies and he left the teens uncertain and bewildered. In the crowd of people gathered outside the school to get a good look at the scene, Lizzie noticed a familiar face. Her dad. He stood amongst many other concerned faces with his Lighting McQueen dressing robe clad around his body and his hair messed up. His eyes were searching for his daughter.

"Hey, guys. I'm gonna go I think." She turned to face her friends. "Are you sure you're okay, Scott?"

Scott nodded and both him and Stiles pulled her into a group hug much like the one they shared once Lizzie had returned to them earlier. Something she was yet to inform the about although there really was nothing to tell. She was just knocked out, left alone and awoken to find the boys weren't where she'd left them.

"Okay, see ya." She murmured and untangled herself from their grasps.

As she walked away from them, she heard and extremely loud; "See you tomorrow, bestie!" Which generated a large smile to settle itself on her lips.

Walking closer to the crowd, Lizzie yelled to get her dad's attention. He immediately locked eyes with her at the sound of her voice and surged forward.

"Oh my god." He breathed out, worry draining from his pale face as he nipped over the tape the police had set up. He quickly scooped her up into a tight embrace and Lizzie nuzzled her face into her dad's shoulder. She felt safe for the first time that night.

"Oh, my pumpkin," Holding her at arm's length, Andrew scanned her over for injuries which of course there were. "Your poor head. Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

Lizzie shook her head and gave her father a weak smile. "No, one of the paramedics already checked me out. It's nothing serious, I'm just gonna have a bruise for a few days."

Without saying anything else, Andrew pulled the girl back in to another warm hug. "You scared me half to death,"

He placed a loving kiss against the growing discoloration on the top of her head.

"Come on. Let's get you home."

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it's a long one sorry, idk if i should start doing an episode a chapter.
also, please like comment or vote or something. it's too silent and it's really awkward.
anyway, thank you for reading.
soph