Chapter 48: chapter 48
--Lydia POV--
"Are you sure they'll come here" asked Malia.
We were in the living room of my house and we were eyeing the front door waiting for someone to get inside.
"Obviously, I told my mother I would stay at Laura's home today, she won't waste her chance, we share the same blood after all" I replied.
After our parents met to discuss of our relationship, few things truly changed and while they aren't openly opposing our relationship, they also haven't accepted it.
Anyway, it's not like there was no change after that night, after all with the excuse of discussing about our relationship, my mother and Malia's father kept meeting.
As if two single adults would go to a restaurant alone to discuss of their children.
Soon the sound of the door being unlocked came and as expected my mother entered inside with Malia's father.
Luckily, they didn't enter while kissing and devouring each other, as it would have been awkward, but I was mentally prepared to bear such a sight.
"Mother" my words caught her by surprise and like a mice that had just seen a cat she jumped because of the surprise.
"Darling… didn't you say you were at your friend house, and what is Malia doing here?" She said while the man tried to hide himself.
"Good evening, Mr. Tate" Knowing that he was exposed, Malia's father came out too.
"Good evening" he said in an awkward smile.
"So, what is the reason you are here" asked again my mother and now that she composed herself, she understood it wasn't a coincidence that me and Malia caught them together.
"Oh, nothing much, I just came here to get my toothbrush and Malia was kind enough to give me company" I said while raising my toothbrush, just to put on a show.
"Anyway, it makes me really happy to see you together, don't you think so Malia?" I asked and as planned Malia's reply was fast.
"Yes, it saddens me seeing father alone" She said, while looking at her father.
"Really?" Asked with an incredulous expression and a happy tone Mr. Tate.
"Obviously, everyone should be free to pursue their own happiness, no matter what other thinks" I stated, while spelling out the last words.
"So, you want us to bless your relationship with Thomas and in exchange you'll approve of ours" said my mother who finally caught up on my intentions.
"No, I'm no one to ask for that, but certainly what you proposed would be the best way to make everyone happy" I said with a smile.
"We are your parents, and it is our role to guide you, we can't just go along with your devious plans" she stated, but I already was prepared for her resistance.
"Let's give each other a chance, I believe to be trustworthy and if there are problem I'll deal with them on my own with no problem. You have your second chance, please allow me to have my first?" I pleaded to her, and this time she just sighed and looked at Mr. Tate.
"Ok, you have our blessing, but pay attention, you won't be judged lightly by society" He stated and both me and Malia jumped by happiness.
"We will deal with it. You don't have to worry. Love you mom" I said as I approached my mother and hugged her.
"Love you dad" Malia did the same with her father, and soon we opened the door and left.
Obviously before leaving I had to say a "enjoy your night" as I couldn't resist the urge to tease them.
They are adorable together.
--Erica Reyes POV--
I looked at Stiles from a distance like usual, since the day he helped me.
I used to have a liking for him, when we were kids, but it disappeared soon because he always paid attention only to Lydia Martin.
However, after he helped me during my last seizure, my liking came back and became a crush.
I also wanted to invite him to the school dance, but I have always been self-conscious of my appearance and because of that I can't even master the courage to approach him.
Moreover, I'm scared that I could have a seizure any moment in front of him and that has been also the reason I never tried to approach anyone or makes friend.
There is nothing more painful than loving someone, while knowing you don't stand a chance to go out with him.
Fortunately I'm not alone, there are many novels or songs about impossible love, but if there is one thing they have in common it is pain.
The pain that comes, when your love meets the harsh and cold reality.
I'm a girl with a serious case of epilepsy, and I'll always be a bother for whoever will be beside me.
I'm nothing great and because of the medicines I have a small weight gain, and no matter how much I try to work out, it never truly disappears.
"Highschool romance, an intense and sweet love, but also painful" Turning around I saw a man, a few years older than me, who was clearly speaking to me.
"Do I know you?" I asked, while backing out a little.
"I'm a friend of Stiles and I noticed you have been looking at him for quite some time" his word made me anxious, as I got scared, he would tell him about me.
"I…I'm sorry" I uttered, trying to not stutter, but failing miserably.
"Don't worry, I think you would be great for him. You are a sweet and gentle girl" he said, but his word didn't convince me.
"Are you not confident in yourself? Epilepsy isn't easy, but I know Stiles character, he would help you and accept you for what you are".
"You don't know how hard it is to have epilepsy" I said, there is no way anyone would accept someone with epilepsy.
Things like these happens only in films, in the real word, people with problems stay alone; survival of the fittest works for humans too, the bad genes are not passed down to the future generations this way.
"If you really hate it that much, I can cure you" he said with a confident tone, and now I'm sure he is some kind of conman.
"No medic can do it; I'm not going to trust a man who approached me out of nowhere. Go trick others, I already go through enough on my own".
"I'm not a normal man Erica" His eyes became red, and I could tell they weren't fake as they seemed to produce their own light, rather than reflecting it.
"I can cure you, Erica. No more epilepsy, no more inferiority, you'll become superior to all others normal humans".
--Vernon Boyd--
I sat down in the library alone as always. I could study at home if I wanted as there was no true difference, but at least here I felt part of something.
There were many people, who comes here often and while I haven't spoken with any of them, when I come here, I feel like we are part of the same group, as if we share something others don't.
How much am I worth alone? I feel like my existence could end tomorrow and no one would remember me.
Had I disappeared like Jackson, would anyone have bothered himself with finding me?
"A high school student who comes to the library, that's impressive, at your age I was always messing around with my friends" said, a young man, who sat down at the table I was using.
"I miss those times; it is a pity that at some point high school friend disappear too" He added.
So even if I found a friend, I would probably lose him after high school. Is there really no chance for me to escape my loneliness?
Maybe I'm letting this stranger's words affect me too much.
"Well, later I found a group that last for life, so I consider myself a lucky man in the end. Oh right, you are studying. Sorry if I bothered you, I sounded like a nostalgic old man, right?" He added, before looking down at book he took.
"No, you didn't… what kind of group were you talking about?"
-- Isaac Lahey POV—
I always thought that once I grew up, I would have stopped being beaten, that things would have taken a better turn, but in the end it got even worse, now I barely fit in that freezer.
I'm an adolescent, I practice lacrosse and I train every day, but when he stand in front of me, with his hands raised, I feel like he is a monster I'll never be able to stand against.
What did I do to get a father like this, why does he need to use me as his outlet? I live in fear of how he'll react, and I stopped living my own life a long time ago.
"Hey, you!" A man called out for me.
I tried to think if I recognized this man and indeed, I remember seeing him yesterday morning at the cemetery, when the sheriff came to ask question about the man who devoured the liver of the corpse.
"Do you need anything?" I asked him as he approached me.
"I know you lied" Is he speaking about the fact, that I told the police I didn't remember what happened?
What was I supposed to say, that I saw a man dig the dirt with his hands and ate a raw liver?
My father would have killed me if I embarrassed in front of the sheriff.
"You lied about that livid. I know the difference between a punch and an incident" so he was speaking about that.
"Take care of your own affairs, I did it while playing lacrosse" I said before turning around.
"I could bet, it wasn't that bad the livid yesterday and now you have another one on your arm. Was it another lacrosse training" He took my arm, and I felt the pain from the livid intensify.
"Fuck, what are you doing!" I yelled at him.
"It hurts right, let me help you" as he said this, the pain disappeared, and I could see black veins appearing on his arm.
"What's that?" I asked, but he didn't reply.
"Your father…he was angered because the backhoe got damaged and the reputation of the cemetery took a hit, right? I heard it" It happened in my house, how was he there?
"Who are you?" I uttered, not knowing if I should be scared or awed of his powers.
"Someone who can save you from your father".
(Today chapter was quite long, because I wanted to put all the new betas in the same chapter. I hope you liked how I built their characters and will keep supporting me and my work.)
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