"I don't think so, Stiles."
He frowned. Stiles takes long strides towards her bed and sits down beside her. "Why not?"
"Cause we're older now. We have our own lives. It's not exactly the easiest thing in the world to talk about, especially with you."
He looks confused. "With me? W-What does that mean?"
She knew what she wanted to say but finding an explanation made her feel embarrassed. Lacy sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Because we've watched each other grow up, Stiles. You don't want to know the things that happened, trust me. Nobody does. I wish I could forget about it. . ." Her voice turns distant. 
There's a silence between them. Stiles eyed the side of her face. "I'm always here to listen, Lacy. It doesn't matter if we're not close. I'm still here for you. You know that." He voices softly. "You were there for me when my mom died. This is me returning the favor."
It didn't matter to her how sweet his words were or how hard he was trying to get her to talk to him. The key to her secrets were locked away where nobody could find it. She didn't plan on opening the box anytime soon. "Why are you really here, Stiles?"
At first, Stiles couldn't believe that she wasn't believing him. Next, he tried coming up with another excuse. Before he could, there was a knock at her bedroom door. "Lacy, are you okay?" It was Sam.
Both of their eyes fly wide open. "Shit!" Lacy whisper yells and stands up from her bed. "I-I'm fine, dad!"
Stiles stands up in a flash. "What do I do?" He whispered frantically.
"I don't know!"
"Can I come in?"
"Uhhh," she continued to every which way around in a panic. Lady grabs Stiles's shoulder and points to her closet. "Closet! Hide in the closet!" She demands as quietly as she can.
"Okay–" Stiles yelps when she pushes him harshly to her closet. 
Lacy watched him run inside and close the door. She quickly sits on her bed and grabs her phone, pressing it hard to her ear. "Come in!" She raised her voice. Sam walked into her room. Lacy put on the biggest smile, trying to hide her nerves. "Hi, daddy."
Sam looks around the room. "Who're you talking to?"
"Oh. Ummm. . .Stiles." She said the first name that pops into her head, and then curses herself. She continued smiling. "Yeah, Stiles. I'll, uhh, have to call you back, Stiles. Bye!" She spoke rapidly and dropped her phone on her lap.
Her dad stares at her weirdly. "That boy, I swear," he said and walked further into her room. "He's more trouble than I thought."
"What do you mean?" She asked, her eyes following him as he came and sat with her on the bed. Without him looking, they darted to the closet door, but then quickly shifted back to him when he looked at her.
"If I tell you, promise you won't go bragging about it to your friends?" Sam negotiated with a tired look on his face.
"I don't have any friends, daddy."
He blinks. "Right," he mutters sadly under his breath. "Okay. Well, you know that Jackson Whittmore didn't show to school today, right?" She nods. "Okay, well, apparently Stiles and Scott kidnapped him and kept him locked away in one of the transport vans."
She almost choked on her breath. Lacy's eyes go wide. "Huh?"
"Yeah. Crazy, right? I got the Whittmore's threatening me while having to worry about a bunch of stupid teenagers. Anyway, so Jackson comes to the station saying that he was kidnapped and now there's a retraining order against Scott and Stiles." Sam released the deepest of breaths. "It's been a long night, honey."
"Yeah, it sounds like it," she says while glaring at the closet door. "So what are their punishments? Do you know?"
"Uhhh," he trails and scratches his cheek. "If I remember hearing Melissa correctly, there's no Stiles and no car."
"That's it?"
Sam shrugged. "What more does the kid got?"
"Yeah, I guess." Lacy tucks her hair back behind her ear. "So. . .why exactly did they kidnap Jackson?" 
"Why do Scott and Stiles do anything, sweetheart? Probably cause the kid's an asshole. I can't really blame them, but, I'm a cop, so I have to." Sam said casually. He sighs tiredly again. "Okay, well, I just wanted to check on you."
"Yeah, I've been hearing that a lot."
He smiles at her. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Daddy, I'm fine. I promise. Just have a lot of studying to do," Lacy said and motioned to her pile of textbooks.
"Yes, I see that. My smart girl." Sam leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "I'll let you get back to it. And please don't let Stiles corrupt you too much."
She grew a smile. "Don't worry about that. He's too busy with Scott all the time to corrupt into anything."
He waved a hand. "That's fine with me. As long as it keeps you out of trouble." He headed towards her door. "I love you, sweetheart."
"Love you, dad. Goodnight," she said as he exited her room. Lacy's face stalled and she marched to the closet. She swung the door open, startling Stiles in the process. "Kidnapping?"
"I was gonna tell you—" she grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the closet. "Whoa, okay!"
Lacy glares at him. "Talk."
Stiles stumbled backward. "Jesus," he muttered and leaned his arm against her desk. "I-I can't tell you."
"After you sat here and tried to convince me that I can tell you everything?" She voiced harshly and scoffed. "Don't sell me that bullshit, Stiles."
"Lacy—"
"I was kidnapped, in case you forgot,"
"I haven't. Trust me—"
"So when I hear that you kidnapped someone, it doesn't set well with me," she continued to snap. "Lydia told me how you've all been acting weird and keeping things from her. And Jackson's been a dick to be more than he usually is. You're in love with her, so it doesn't make sense for you to keep secrets from her. So what the hell is going on?"
"I-I-It's complicated, Lacy. Way more than you think," Stiles stuttered, moving to the other side of the room. "And I mean, come on, it's Jackson! It's not like anyone would've missed him."
She rolled her eyes. "That's not the point, Stiles."
"I don't really know what you want me to say."
"The truth would be nice."
"Well, I can't give it to you!" His voice went high and he threw up his hands. 
Lacy shook her head. "Then don't stand here and preach to me about being truthful if you can't be honest with me." She voiced, and it made him frown. "You should go before someone calls a tow truck on your jeep again.
Stiles' jaw shifted side to side. He clicked his tongue. "Right. . ." He walked to her window. "See you at school."
"Yeah." She mumbled to herself and watched him climb out of her window. Lacy shook her head again and gazed at the ceiling.
It hurt her to be kept in the dark. She hadn't been back long and Lacy thought it was her chance to regain the friendships that she lost, but now they were keeping secrets from her. From Lydia. They were aching weird. Strange things were happening. She didn't feel safe, not even in her own home. The knife was still under her bed. She locked her window and closed her curtains. You're not safe anywhere, she's always telling herself. I just want to check on you, they keep saying. Lacy can feel herself on edge every second of the day but it was getting worse. The hairs on the back of her neck are constantly up. What did she come back home to?
What the hell is happening in this town?