**COMPLETED***
Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...
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Chapter Forty-Two 🦊 Riddled 🦊
Blake suddenly woke up to the sound of her phone ringing and instantly rolled around to grab it off her night stand. She squinted her eyes at the brightness and the first thing she saw was the time before seeing it was Stiles calling her making her instantly answer.
"Hey." Blake said groggily but worried, if Stiles is calling her in the middle of the night, something's wrong.
Stiles did say anything making her sit up, "Stiles?" She asked worriedly and all she got back was the sound of heavy breathing. "Stiles? You there?" Blake asked and this time she got an answer, "Blake?" Stiles said in a whisper making her worry intensify. "Hey, I'm here... Are you okay? Can you hear me?" She asked calmly but worriedly.
"Blake, I don't know where I am... I don't know how I got here... I think I was sleepwalking..." Stiles whispered, the fear in his voice didn't calm Blake's nerves, "Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see?" She asked.
"Uh, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with me-" Stiles says but then the call disconnects making Blake look down at her phone worriedly as she stood up. She quickly called him back but got his voicemail making her sigh. She tried it again but got voicemail again, "God, come on, come on.." She muttered as she started to pace back and forth.
Her phone started to ring with a call from Stiles making her instantly pick up, "Stiles?" She asked worriedly. "Blake, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move." Stiles said breathlessly, "Where are you?"
"I don't know. I don't know. It's too dark. I can't see much, and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something, and it's... I think it's bleeding..."
"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it?" Blake asked worriedly buy got no response making her run a hand though her hair, "Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?" She asked. "Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering." Stiles said, still breathing heavily.
