His awkward made her chuckle. "Okay, good to know. I was worried."
Stiles grinned. Remembering what he was running for, his eyes grew wide. "Uhhh, sorry, Lacy, I gotta find Scott," he explained while moving around her. "Uhh, a-are you going to the game tonight?"
"I'm not sure," she answered. "I-I-I don't think so."
"No, no, come. It's gonna be great. It'll be good to see you," Stiles continued while walking backwards, accidentally bumping into the people walking. "Oh, shit, sorry. Uh, I'll see you later, Lacy. Come to the game!" He yelled as sprinted down the hallway again.
Lacy laughed slightly when he almost tripped again, but then she frowned. She loved watching the lacrosse games, even if they never won. She loved cheering them on, being with her friends, but it's been so long since then. The field was right next to the gym, next to the parking lot, the place she was taken. Lacy didn't think she could stomach be around there.














Samuel knocked on her bedroom door. He eyed the sign she had on the door, her name spelled out on glittery pink letters. Daphne had slept over the night she made it, they were up till 3 am watching rom coms and eating all the ice cream he bought for them. He gingerly touched the sign, and he heard her laughter then. It made him sigh.
"Come in."
He turned the knob and opened the door, seeing her curled on the bed. Samuel smiled. "You wanna go watch the game with me?" 
Lacy sat up. "I don't think so, dad," she said and pressed her back against the headboard. She rubbed her hands on her knees.
"Oh, come on. It'll be fun," he tried convincing her and walked further into her bedroom. "You used to love going to watch them play. You always cheered the loudest."
"That was before, dad. I just don't think I can do it," Lacy told him and picked at her nails, the skin around them raw and red.
Samuel frowned. Of course she would be hesitant. He didn't blame her at all. He sat on the end of her bed. "I completely understand why you're hesitant. I'll be honest, every time I'm around that school, I feel sick. But sweetheart, I'll be with you the entire time. I won't leave your side. You have biting to be scared about if you go."
Lacy stared him hard in the eyes. "And what about the people who stare at me, dad? What do you think they're going to say if I show up?" She raised her voice. "It's right next to the parking lot, dad. He took us—"
Samuel quickly reached over and grabbed her hand. "I know, baby. I know. I know. It's okay," he said softly, watching her inhale a deep breath. "You know I'll always protect you, Lace. I'll have my gun on me. If anybody even thinks of saying anything to you or if I hear someone, I won't hesitate to say something back. You are my baby girl, Lacy. I just want you to not be scared anymore."
Lacy closed her eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks. She inhaled another shaky breath, her skin growing hot. Her dad squeezed her hand tightly but his grip was warm. "Please don't leave my side." She whispered.
"I would have to be killed for that to happen."












Lacy's hand wraps tightly around her dad's, both of them wearing gloves because of the blistering cold, and she wrapped her other hand around his arm. Walking through the parking lot was like walking through hell, so much that she closed her eyes. "I've got you, Lacy. I'm right here," her dad whispered to her. She reopened them when they got to the field, many people already there on the stands. Lacy's breath was shaky and not just because of the cold.
The first person to see the father and daughter was Melissa McCall. Her eyes widened. "Lacy, Sam, you came," she voiced and got up from her spot. Seeing her, she smiled. "Hi, sweetheart."
"Hi, Melissa," Lacy muttered and walked into her open arms. Melissa always had a warm touch, a motherly touch. She was kind. Scott got that from her.
"Mind if we sit with you, Mel?" Samuel asked, patting his daughter's gloved hand that returned to his arm.
"Of course not. Please," Melissa insisted and scooted back on the bleachers, leaving room for them.
Lacy let her dad sit by her and she scooted close by him, holding onto his arm. Her skin crawled just by being surrounded by the amount of people around her. The game had already started, her noticing how incredibly large the other team was compared to the boys on their team.
"Lacy, honey, have you got a chance to talk to Scott any?" Melissa asked her, leaning forward.
"Uhh, yeah, a couple times. He's always with Stiles and they're usually always running away," Lacy answered, her brows pinching together in the slightest. "To what or from, I'm not sure."
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," the woman responded and she started talking to Sam.
Lacy looked around her, noticing some glances in her direction, but she didn't say anything to her dad. She just tried to ignore them. From the other side of the bleachers, Lacy saw Allison. The brunette was looking around as well and their eyes met. Allison smiled and waved, Lacy politely waving back. From above her sat Erica and Boyd, someone she hadn't seen in a long time either.
Lacy cringed when a guy from the opposing team knocked player #9 to the ground. 
"That dude's, like, twice his size. Who are these people?" Samuel thought out loud. He was a sports guy. Always had been. 
"Come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I want to see a birth certificate!" Coach Finstock yelled angrily. He sat next to Stiles on the bench. "Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?"
"Eddie Obomowitz, Coach. They call him 'The Abomination'."
"Oh, that's cute."
Stiles looked around him, rubbing the back of his neck. When he looked over his shoulder, he did a double take when he saw Lacy sitting in the stands with her father and Melissa. He quickly stood up. "Hey," he said brightly and also in shock, making his way over to her. He leaned his arm on the metal bar. "You came."
Lacy smiled lightly. "Yeah. Someone was able to convince me," she directed to her father, Samuel looking over and smiling.
"How are you, Stiles?"
"Fine, Mr. Austin. Thanks." Stiles answered with a nod. He smiled at her again. "I'm glad you're here. How do you feel?"
"Uhhh," she started to say, her eyes briefly trailing to the game in front of her. "Kind of like I want to throw up, but, as long as my dad's with me, I'll be okay."
Stiles chuckled. "Good to know." Lacy watched his eyes  shift away from her and they went wide. "Uhh, I have to go do something, but, I'm really glad you came."
Her eyebrows raised. "Coach still not letting you play?" She asked as he walked away.
"Some things never change, Lacy Austin!" He said over his shoulder.
Her name caused more people to turn around and when they saw her sitting there, the whispers started. Stiles' voice was loud, everybody knew that, causing even the players on the team to turn around. Lacy stiffened up, the back of her neck growing hot with anxiety.
Samuel glared at the people. "A reminder that I'm a sheriff's deputy. I highly suggest you all pay attention to the game!" He raised his voice.
"Hey! What the hell are you all staring at! Pay attention, you imbeciles!" Coach yelled at his players and slapped them on the back of the head. "Bunch of disappointments."
Everyone turned their attention away from Lacy but she knew what they were saying about her. Lacy Austin was actually at a game. She was actually back in school. She wasn't dead after all. She held her dad's arm tightly as possible.