Chapter 1- Discovery
Dad had been on night shift again and I had spend another sleepless night since the whole Gerard situation a few days ago and Dad was still upset that I kept lying to him, unable to tell him about Scott's furry little problem. Speaking of Scott, he was too self-evolved with Allison to even know I had gone missing. My lack of sleep wasn't even the worst side affect of my torture session with the gramps, I couldn't concentrate on anything anymore without hearing him call me weak.
Walking downstairs to the kitchen to grab a midnight, no three o'clock in the morning snack, I heard the front door open. Peaking around the corner, I was Dad, the Sherriff, taking off his jacket before rubbing his face tiredly. Heading back up to my room as quietly as possible, I stumbled over a step causing me to swear. "Shit!"
"Stiles!" I clambered back downstairs giving Dad a nervous smile. "What are-what in the hell are you doing up at 3 o'clock in the morning?" John Stilinski asked worry shown clear on his face.
Leaning against the wall, I replied as smoothly as I could be, being me that wasn't smooth at all. "You know stuff, getting stuff done for school, you know that kind of stuff because that kind of stuff…" I continued to ramble until Dad stopped me.
"Stiles you can't lie to me anymore, you can't keep things from me. Now sit on this step and actually tell me what you are doing up at a time like this. Melissa saw you yesterday when you dropped off Scott at the hospital and she knows something is wrong. You were and still have dark rings around your eyes, and are fidgety than usual… and that's saying something."
I was about to shake my head in protest when he stopped me. "Are your night terrors coming back?"
I felt guilt gnaw at my insides as I nodded.