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Stiles looked down at the little test, her heart lurching at the small “+” on the stick. She was pregnant. Inhaling shakily, she quickly turned, kneeling on the bathroom floor and leaning over the toilet bowl, emptying her stomach of what little she had managed to eat this morning.
She was pregnant.
How was she going to explain this to her dad, the Sheriff? It was bad enough she was only seventeen, but the child hadn’t been conceived consensually. It had been a secret she had been determined to keep from her dad, because there was nothing she could do. She had been at a party, she had been drinking, and at some point, someone had spiked her drink, taking her to a room to “lie down” … And when she became aware of her surroundings again, there was a guy from the lacrosse team over her, thrusting deep within her, hand over her mouth to smother any sounds of protest or distress she made. Her limbs had been too heavy to move, so she had been forced to just lie there, unable to fight back as this jock raped her.
No one would believe her if she told them. They would claim she had just been too drunk to remember giving her consent. But she knew she never would have, especially not with that guy. She had always felt freaked out by him, by Joshua. He had always leered at her, made lewd comments about her … Even to her. So she had made sure never to be alone near him. Until the party, when Scott had disappeared off with Allison, again. He had left her to fend for herself, and she had begun drinking.
Not that she blamed Scott. Never Scott. She blamed Joshua, and his inability to take no for an answer.
But now, there were consequences of that night. As if the nightmares weren’t enough, she now had this … Thing … Growing inside her. Joshua would know … As soon as she started to show, he would know. The thought filled her with terror, imagining what he would do if anyone found out …
Narrowing her gaze, her resolve hardens. With everything that had happened, she had slowly been spiralling down into depression, hardly sleeping, barely managing to eat … She knew she looked like she was suffering from anorexia, she was losing focus on school work, her dad was getting in trouble again for things she had done …
In the darkness of her despair, there was only one thing she knew she could do to solve all the problems. Standing slowly, she turned to the bath, turning the handles to let the tub quickly fill with hot water before shifting her attention to the medicine cabinet above the sink. Hands shaking a little, she finds the sleeping pills her dad keeps for nights he really needs his sleep, and fills the small tumbler holding her toothbrush with water, setting both at the edge of the bath. Stripping, she folds her clothes neatly on the closed toilet, sending a quick mass text to the pack and her dad:
“I’m sorry I keep fucking up. This is the only way I know I can fix things. I love you x”
Before leaving the phone on top of her clothes. Turning off the water, she gingerly climbs in to the bath, sinking in until just her head is above the water. Taking a few deep breaths, she picks up the bottle of pills and the glass of water, quickly swallowing all the pills before dropping the bottle on the floor, closing her eyes as she starts to feel floaty, like she isn’t quite in the real world. The only thought keeping her from moving now is that this will stop everything from hurting. She will finally stop ruining everyone else’s lives. No more will they have to worry about poor, fragile, breakable human Stiles. They can focus on their jobs in Beacon Hills. They don’t need her, not really. They can have Lydia to do research, she is as intelligent, if not more, than Stiles anyway.
No one needs her … Not really …
And she clings to this idea as darkness starts to tinge her vision, not seeing her phone light up desperately, continuously. Not realising that someone needs her … Wants her …
Nothing really matters, as the darkness consumes her …