Ambitchous (Deputy Parrish)(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 29

|Scar Mejia|

"Dude, where the hell are you? You missed dinner." I asked Stiles.

He didn't reply.

"Stiles. Stiles? You there?" I asked.

"Scar?" Stiles whispered.

"Yeah, I'm here. Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"Scar, I don't... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking." Stiles explained.

"Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see."

"Ah, it's dark. It's too hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my..." The phone disconnected.

Sh!t. I quickly dialed his number. It went to voicemail. I called again, still voicemail. This time Stiles called me.

"Stiles?"

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

"Where are you?" I asked.

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

"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it? Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?" I asked.

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

I stood up, "I'm gonna get Dad."

"No, no, no, no, don't. Just please don't tell Dad. Promise me you won't. He already worries about me too much." Stiles begged.

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

"No, no, no, just please. Please, don't tell him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scar, you can find me... I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off."

"What? No."

"I'm gonna call you right back." He hung up.

I slipped on a pair of sneakers and ran out the door.
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"Scott! Isaac! Get up! I need your help!" I yelled, opening Scott's bedroom door.

Isaac walked into the room too, "Why? What's wrong?" 

"It's Stiles. Get dressed." 

"What's wrong with Stiles?" Isaac asked, putting on a shirt.

"I don't know." I whispered.

They put their shoes on and hurried outside. Scott dropped his helmet and answered his phone.

"Hey, Stiles... No, Just Isaac and Scar... Yeah, She told me. We're coming to find you. Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something and tell us where to look."

I leaned my head against Scott's head, trying to hear what Stiles was saying.

"It's a basement. I think... I think I'm in some kind of basement." Stiles cried.

"In a house?" Scott asked.

"No. It looks bigger. Like industrial. I think there's a furnace but it's cold. It's freezing down here. I gotta turn the... I gotta turn the phone off. It's going to die." Stiles whispered.

"Wait, wait, wait. What else is there? What do you see?" 

"The phone's dying. I can't talk. I have to go. Please..."