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"She's going fucking insane." Stiles tells me.

"Let me go or I swear I'll-" I start, pulling at my restraints.

"You'll what?" He smirks, "kill me?"

I scoff, pulling at my arms. "Tell me she's safe." I order.

"From us? Yeah. Herself?" He shakes his head, "sooner rather than later, she's just gonna kill herself. She believed it so easy, too,"

"My heart stopped." I say.

"Then, it started again." He says.

"Fuck you." I sneer.

"She punched Parkinson." He slyly grins.

"Why?" I sigh.

"She was talking shit on you," He laughs, "Taylor threatened to kill her if she talked about you again."

"Stiles, please." I say, my voice breaking.

"Like father says," He starts.

"Love makes you weak." Father interrupts, walking in.

Taylor's POV:

"You doing ok?" Theodore walking in.

"Like you care." I scoff.

"Look, I only did it because-"

"You love me, you care about me, you want me! I'm done with your bullshit lies Theodore. You ignored me for 2 months. 2 fucking months! You can't just walk back into my life like nothing happened." I snap.

"I do still love you, Taylor," He sighs.

"I love Mattheo." I state.

"Mattheo is dead!" He exclaims.

I feel myself go pale. Mattheo is dead. A tear rolls down my cheek and he looks sympathetic.

"Get out." I order.

"You're in denial, Tay," He says.

"Get the fuck out of my dorm before I fucking hex you, Theodore." I scowl.

"Fine." He says, leaving. I bury my head in my pillow and scream.

Mattheo's POV:

She screams. I can hear it clear as day. Then, she whispers, "I know you're out there, Theo. I need you. I can't do this alone."

"Let me out, Stiles." I instruct.

"You aren't in a position to be ordering me around, Brother." He smirks.

I close my eyes and manifest what I'm about to do. I scream as loud as I possibly can, Stiles passes out on the ground and I stop, out of breath.

"Mattheo?" She yells.

"I'm here!" I exclaim.

Taylor's POV:

"I'm not crazy, Malfoy. I know what I heard." I say.

"I don't think you're crazy, I think you're grieving." He says softly.

"Help me find him, please." I beg.

"He's gone, Taylor." Draco says.

"No, he isn't." I state, "are you gonna help me or am I going alone?"

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