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dementia

dementia – chapter sixty three

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cassie

I woke up, groaning at the sound of Scott's phone ringing. I rolled over the side, looking at my boyfriend's body and I poked his bare chest a few times until he opened his eyes.

"Answer your phone, please, I'm tired." I mumbled.

Scott grabbed the phone. "Hey, man, what's up? Stiles?"

I opened my eyes again when I heard my brother's name and Scott looked at me, pressing the speaker and I heard my brother breathing nervously.

"Stiles, you there?" Scott asked while I rubbed my eyes.

"Scott?" I heard his trembling voice.

"Hey, I'm here. Cass and me. Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Scott asked, sitting down and I did the same.

"Scott, I don't... I don't know where I am I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking." I heard his voice again and it was like he was crying.

I stood up, looking for my clothes.

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

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see." He whispered. "I think there's something wrong with my—"

I widened my eyes as the call disconnects and Scott stood up, pulling a t-shirt over his head while he dialed Stiles' number again.

"Hey, this is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message—" Scott hung up before it could finish and called again, I was getting on my nerves already. "Hey, this is Sti—"

"God, come on." I bit my lip, walking towards Scott, feeling my pulse raising.

I widened my eyes when he called and Scott quickly answered. "Stiles?"

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

"Where are you?" Scott asked while I grabbed into his arm, scared.

"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." He mumbled in tears.

"How bad?" I panicked. "Stiles, how bad is it?"

Nothing.

"Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?"

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

"Okay, listen. I'm calling dad." I said, looking for my phone.

"No, no, no, no, don't."

"But our dad—"

"Don't! Just please don't call him. Promise me you won't." He begged and I looked at Scott. "He already worries about us too much. Cass, please."

I groaned, running my fingers through my hair. "But what if I can't find you? Stiles, I can't make a promise like that."

"No, no, no, just please." He cried more and my heart broke. "Please, don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott—Scott, you can find me."

"I don't know if I can do this." Scott said and I tried to hold back the lump in my throat.

Stiles sniffled. "Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off."