And what, do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man. You can't take me, and throw me away.

How are people going to react to something like this? My dad leaving me to defend for myself? What am I meant to do?

I'm 17, I can't go to school AND get a job. I can't pay bills! I just-I can't do this!

I can't afford to eat, I've lost 7 kilos! The water got cut off because I couldn't pay the bills, so when it's dark, I use my neighbour's garden hose. And I'm living off candle light. But what's going to happen when the candles melt away?

Scott keeps looking at me like I'm broken or something, he doesn't know my dad has disappeared, but he knows something's up. His eyes full off worry. I don't want him to worry. I can take care of myself... I just need to drop out of high school.

So I did.

"You'll be serving people, you'll also get taught how to use the coffee machine. It's pretty simple once you know how to use it." The boss told me.

He walked away and I heard the door bell chime. My first customer.

"Hello, how can I help yoooooou- ahh, Scott. How are you?" I bit the inside of my cheek.

"You dropped out? What the hell, Stiles!" He yelled.

"Scott, keep your voice down, you'll get me fired." I whispered to him.

"Good! I hope I do! Then you can come back to school and graduate!" He snapped.

"Mr. Stilinski?" The boss called me over.

I gave Scott a quick glare than walked over to the boss.

I throw my apron onto the counter and walk out the door, Scott high on my heals.

"Thanks a lot, Scott! You're a friggan jerk!" I snapped at him.

"Just tell me what's wrong. Why the hell did you drop out?"

"He left! Okay? He said I have to start being a man, then my dad left me."

Scott stared at me shocked.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me!"

I shrug.
"And say what? I'm not good enough for my own father to even stick around me?"

Scott looked at me.
"You're amazing, Stiles."

We walked to my jeep and Scott got in as well... Without my permission.

I tried starting the car, it wouldn't start. No petrol. I can't even afford freaken petrol!

I bash my head on the steering wheel and let out a sob. Scott gets out of the car and opens the driver's door.

Scott rubs my back.
"Common, come with me."

"No." I snapped.

Scott grabs my arm, dragging me out of my car and into his. I sat in his passenger seat, still sobbing.

I didn't realised we had even started driving until Scott put his hand on my shoulder and we were parked outside of his house.

"Come on." He said.

I sighed and got out of the car.
"Mum!" Scott yelled.

Melissa stuck her head out of lounge room.

"What's wrong, boys?" She asked worriedly.

Scott looked at me and I shook my head. As if to say 'don't tell her'. But Scott sighed.

"The sheriff left and hasn't been home in nearly 3 months. The water and electricity have been disconnected and he hasn't been eating." Scott said.

He looks at me and I shake me head. Fuck you, Scott, Fuck you.

Melissa stepped closer to me and put her hands on my shoulders, pulling me into a hug.

"Why don't you have a shower, Stiles. You can stay here."

I nod.

"Thank you."
I said it, but I didn't mean it. I said I didn't want help, so I'm not going to be thankful for something I didn't want.

Scott handed me a clean town and I went to the bathroom.

After my shower, I made my way down the stairs, stopping when I heard Mister McCall.

"-sn't been at work and now you're telling me he hasn't even been at home either? What about his son?"

Melissa sighed.

"THAT'S why I called you here. Stiles has been taking care of himself for the past 3 months. Can you and Scott go around and grab his stuff before it gets dark, please?"

"Well, I don't know if I can allow a parentless child to stay here. He needs to go to a family member or a home."

"Scott and I ARE family to him! He's my son! He WILL be staying here." She fought back.

I heard agent McCall sigh.

"Alright, come on, Scott."

Scott nodded. Following his dad out the front door.

Melissa sighed and look up the stares, noticing me.

"Hey Stiles. Wanna help me with dinner? Satay chicken?" She smiled.

As angry as I was, as much as I wanted to tell her to stay out of my life and mind her own business, I couldn't say that to her, she's like a mum to me.

I smile and nod,
"I'd like that."