Badass Blonde

Chapter 23

  I do not own Teen Wolf.
   Obviously.

    "Hey baby, what up?" I yawned into the phone. "Stiles?" I asked again. "Stiles, are you there?" I asked, hearing a bunch of static.

  "Taylor?" Stiles whimpered into the phone.

"Hey, I'm here." I said, sitting up quickly. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I asked.

  "I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here.  I think I was sleepwalking." He cried into the phone.

  "Okay, uh, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see." I said.

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my-" he started, but his phone disconnected before he could finish.

  "Oh, no. C'mon Stiles, answer the damn phone." I muttered, pacing around the room as I called him back.

  "Hey."

  "Stiles, wh-"

"This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message."

  "C'mon Stiles." I sighed as I reached his voicemail again. "Stiles?" I asked as soon as I saw his name pop up on my phone.

  "I don't think I can get out of here, I can't move."  He said.

  "Where are you?" I asked him.

"I don't know. It's too dark, I can't see much. Something's wrong with my leg, it's stuck on something. I think it's bleeding."

  "Stiles, how bad is it?" I asked, throwing on some sweatpants. "Stiles? Are you there? Can you hear me?" I panicked when he didn't say anything.

  "There's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."

  "Okay, listen, I'm calling your dad." I said.

  "No, no, no, no, don't." He said, quickly.

  "But your dad-"

  "Don't. Just please don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much. Taylor, please." He begged.

  "But what if I can't find you? Stiles, I can't make a promise like that." I sighed.

  "No, no, no, just please." He said again, sniffling. "Please, don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Taylor, you can find me."

  "Baby, I don't know if I can do this." I said, tears flowing down my face.

  "Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off." He said quickly.

  "What? No, hey, wait!" I yelled.

  "I'm gonna call you back, I love you." He said, hanging up.

  "Stiles?" I cried. "Oh, no." I grabbed a sweatshirt and ran out of the room I was staying in. I slept on Scott's couch last night because Aiden was over with Lydia, and I knew Stiles was asleep so I didn't want to wake him. "Scott! Isaac! Get up! I need your help!"