DEREK

Running seemed the only thing he was good at. He couldnt be Stiles mate he just couldnt, it wasnt right. The teen deserved more. Derek vowed to himself that he would not act on his wolf. Even with denying himself his mate he would be doing the teen a favor. How could anyone want to be with him.

He had to put as much distance as he could between himself and Stiles at the moment or he wouldnt be able to contol his actions. But even as he was going to his house he couldnt shake the feeling that in some way Stiles needed him there at that moment.

He shook his head as he walked into his house. This was going to be a long week.

STILES

Stiles slammed his jeep door shut. He wasn't ready to be at home and was still wishing Scott wasn't so caught up with Allison so he could see just how much Stiles was hurting.

Slowly he opened the door to his house trying to slip in unnoticed, hoping that his dad would already be passed out. No such luck was found when a fist came out of nowhere slamming hard into his face. The Force was so strong it sent him falling to the ground where his dad was able to get in a few good kicks before walking upstairs to his room.

Stiles slowly forced himself to get up and limp over to the kitchen to get the necessary things to clean up the blood staining the ground. Once that was done he painfully made his way upstairs. Before going into the bathroom he grabbed a towel from the hallway. In the bathroom he took off his shirt and looked in the mirror to try and access the damage caused. He sighed turning away to turn on the shower.

He sat down on the toilet not able to look at himself in the mirror. How could anyone love him when he was so broken and disgusting looking. When he got in the shower he finally let it all out. Tears running down his face mixing with the water.

Once the tears finally stopped he got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and started to slowly hobble his way across the hall to his room. He didn't know exactly how bad the damage was but he knew it was really bad this time. He hoped nothing was broken as he curled up into his nice warm bed. He turned over to look at the picture that was sitting on the nightstand next to his bed.

A few tears slipping out unwanted as he apologized to his mother for not being stronger.

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