Devoted ║ Liam Dunbar

║Chapter 39║

It was the early hours of the morning when Stiles returned from wherever the hell he was. I snuck in his bedroom behind him, about to speak up when he wrote something weird on his 'murder board'. Donovan not dead. Walked out, Donovan Dead, Someone took the body. Stood in complete confusion and shock I saw Stiles wipe off the board, he reeked of complete guilt, fear, anxiety, the list could go on.

''Stiles.'' I swallowed seeing him rub his shoulder, snapping his head around as he seemed on the verge of tears. ''Donovans dead?'' I uneasily spoke as he blinked a few times turning away and making me feel uneasy.

He intook sharply, turning away from me. ''No.'' Stiles lied. ''Stiles- what happened?'' I walked forwards, my stomach dropping and knee's turning weak. ''Stiles?!'' I cried out, completely forgetting what I came in to tell him in the first place. Again he ignored me, but before I could speak again his phone began ringing, my brother reached out for it, his limbs shaking as I furrowed in confusion.

What the hell had happened?

''H-hello, Scott?'' Stiles stammered, his face twisting slightly as Scott spoke from the other end. ''What, when?!'' He sat up straighter, listening to the other end. After a few seconds or so the call ended and I was still there.

''Do you still have to be here?'' Stiles questioned, ''yes- Donovans dead?! Who took his body, who killed him?'' I interigated. ''Seriously- you need to leave me alone, you're too young to know all this-''
''Stiles, I'm sixteen, tell me what's happening?''
''Donovan's dead alright- that's all you need to know!''
''But how?'' I frowned, ''Stiles I can reek the anxiety and guilt coming off you, you know who's done this.''
''I said leave me alone, you don't need to know everything!'' He snapped back into my face as I huffed out in anger, growling softly as I stormed away back into my room. Stupid brother, why couldn't he just tell me what was going on. I would find out eventually so he might as well just have told me now.

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The next day Malia was showing Lydia, Kira the book about dread doctors, everything was making sense now, Tracy and Lucas- another boy that died- their bodies were taken, it was probably the dread doctors. But why would they want bodies?

The whole thing was stressing and freaking me out so I ended up standing outside for a few seconds, the sense of blood subtly hitting me for a second before I turned to see my reflection, another one, Theo, creeping up behind me.

''He said he was 'working out' last night, didn't he?'' His voice quietly spoke as I turned up to face the taller boy. ''Who- Liam? He was.'' I turned back to face outside the window. He let out a small chuckle, ''then how come he was in the club??'' Theo questioned causing me to furrow my eyebrows together.

''Well Scott said that's where they had the whole situation with Lucas-'' I cut myself off realising I maybe shouldn't have said that turning up to him he furrowed his eyebrows a little towards me. ''Well he was at the warehouse, with Mason.''
''Where they have all the parties... And strippers?'' My eyes widened as he laughed a little before his face turned serious again, ''yeah that one. But he was with Hayden Romero.'' His words made my heart skip a beat as my breath hitched, jealousy running through me as a bubble of anger exploded in me.

''He lied to me?!'' I stepped backwards, ''calm down though, I'm sure it wasn't anything serious.'' Theo held his hand out a little, ''then what was it? Was he meeting up with her?''

''I don't know- they seemed to be pretty chatty.'' Theo rubbed his arm, ''Jenna!'' My brother called out, ushering me to rush over as I took a glance towards him before facing Theo again, eagar to get answers.