Hey, everybody I have a new sterek story after so long of not writing, I wanted to enjoy.
Derek's POV
The screams fill the air, and all I could do is watch from a distance. His father walks out the house yelling at him to shut his mouth. The teenager screams at his father to stop. The man makes no other noise as he looks at his distraught son, with anger in his eyes.
"Dad please it wasn't my fault, you said so yourself remember". His tears leak from his eyes, and their red.
"No that's where your wrong Stiles, it was you that killed you mother. She was a great woman; she was alright before she gave birth to you". His father seems drunk and isn't thinking right.
"You don't mean that, ever since I could remember you loved me and never blamed me. Now, you just think it's okay to insult me about what really killed mom. Or are you blaming me because I'm gay". The look on his face was heartbreaking as he started sobbing." It's because of Derek".
As those words left Stile's mouth his father walked up to him quickly and grabbed ahold of his shirt collar." Your damn right this about that piece of shit of a boyfriend of yours, he doesn't love you Stiles. No one ever will as long as you live". The slurred words struck something within me. Stepping out of the bushes I quietly made my way over to him. Stiles caught a glimpse of me and a small smile lit his face.
"Let go of him Sheriff, or I'll make you myself". I balled my fists by my sides. The man let go of Stiles slowly and turned around at the sound of my voice. We came face to face, and I could feel my wolf trying to form.
"You piece of shit, look at what you made my son. I never asked for a gay son who killed his mother. Christ I never asked for anything of the sort". The Sheriff swayed back and forth with every word that came out his dirty mouth. To insult me is bad, but to insult my boyfriend is another thing. I'm not having any of this shit. I didn't get a chance to think before the Sheriff turned around and struck Stiles in the face. I ran over as quickly as possible and ran the man down. He didn't put up much of a fight, but I gave him, what he asked for. My fist kept connecting his face when a small hand stopped my fist in midair. I turned around and saw a bleeding stiles looking at me with unconididitonal love in his eyes.
"Stop Derek, it's gonna be okay". He smiles at me, with all that happened he smiles at me. I let go of the Sheriff who was unconscious, and get up to pull Stiles into me. He grabs onto my shirt. A few tears come down my face as I rub the back of his head.
"I love you Derek". I pull back and kiss his lips. I shake my head and grin. He grabs my face and put his forehead against mine.
"I love you more Stiles, no one's ever gonna hurt you again, ever. I promise you". I grab his hand and we hop into my car and drive away from his house. He cleans his face with the back of his hand. I look him over for more injuries, but he just pushes me away laughing. I glare at him slightly.
"I need to know if you're okay. I can't help myself I know it's stupid but your important to me. Your father is an idiot, don't believe what he said". Stiles gaze at the car floor, not even catching my eye. I pick up his chin and smile letting him know that it's okay.
"Was he right". He turns in his seat to grab my hand.
"Right about what". I look at him confusedly. He just shakes and tears up.
"About me killing my mother because I'm gay". I look at him sharply, and pull the car over. He faces away from me, but grab his arms making him look at me. His tears stream down his face.
"Stiles listen to me when I say this. Not everybody will like the way we are, us being gay, but that's not something you should worry about, it's not worth a single breath. The only person you should ever listen to is yourself and nobody else. I'm with you because I'm in love with you, if your father can't see that, well let him be". My face burns with anger at all the hate Stiles has been getting from people around him, his father, and friends. I take his face in my palm and pull him into a hug.
"I believe you".