Beneath The Waves Chapter 1
It had been a week since Stiles Stilinski had awoken from the coma that the death of the Nogitsune had put him in.
Scott had stayed by his side the entire time along with the rest of the pack and Stile's father John.
They knew that the incident with the Nogitsune would have an effect on Stiles but they never realized exactly how much.
As soon as he awoke Stiles had seemed off and distant.
He didn't smile or answer sarcastically anymore and there was a noticeable sadness in his eyes.
No one expected it when Stiles had called the pack together to announce that he didn't feel right staying here in Beacon Hills anymore.
He explained to them that he had had enough of dealing with life threatening circumstances for the rest of his days.
The pack was undoubtedly upset over the news that Stiles wanted to leave.
But when he explained how he needed to move on and make a life elsewhere and try and heal from the damage that had been done; no one knew how much that was true except for his best friend.
Scott could feel the sadness and stress that poured out of his friend over the last few years dealing with the supernatural and after sharing a knowing look with Stile's father.
They both agreed that it would be for the best if Stiles no longer took part in the happenings of the pack or Beacon Hills.
Scott then took the pack aside and explained to them that Stile's was done with dealing with the supernatural and all that came with it; freeing him of his duties within the pack permanently.
He was free to leave the pack in hopes of healing from the trauma that had no doubt left a permanent effect on his life.
After long and drawn out goodbyes, Stile's packed up his things and said goodbye to his friends.
He decided to sell his baby blue jeep that only reminded him of the pain that had happened over the years and bought a plane ticket to the one place he knew felt like home.
That was how he found himself driving down the long winding roads that led to the beaches off the coast of Cape Cod in his new Metallic Silver Volkswagen Beetle 1.8T.
Heading towards the secluded 10 acres of land that held the beachside cottage that was his mother's favorite place, he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he sang along to the song Beautiful Pain by Eminem ft. Sia.
Reclining back against the black leatherette seats he watched as the rain pelted against his windshield as he neared the turn off to his property that his father had given him from his inheritance from his mother.
He technically wasn't supposed to inherit the property until he had turned eighteen; but with everything that happened, his father agreed that it would be the best place for him to live comfortably.
At Stile's request, his father had pulled him out of high school and had the court give him emancipation to free him from a legal guardianship.
Stiles knew it was painful for his father to let go of his only son but knew that this was the only way that Stiles could ever be happy after everything they had been through together.
Stiles breath caught in his throat as he felt a lump form when he turned off onto the familiar road that led to the grassy acres.
He felt tears blur his vision when he pulled up to the beautiful light blue cottage that was his mother's pride and joy.
"I'm here, mom. I promised I'd come back for you.
I'm never leaving again I promise.
This time I'm here to stay."
Stiles whispered up to the dark skies above.
A strange sense of peace came over him and he knew his mom was here with him.
Watching over him and welcoming him home.
He knew at that moment that everything would be okay.
This place would heal the holes in his heart and give him a chance to live the life he had always wanted.
Wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his flannel shirt he grabbed the backpack of the few personal items that he took with him and threw open the door to his car.
Slamming it shut, he raced up the winding wooden stairs that led to the front door before he quickly pulled out the keys and threw it open before slamming it closed.
He slid down with his back pressed up against the door and onto the wooden floor of the entrance hall pulling his knees up to his chest and letting out a shuddering breath.
This was it.
This was his new meaning of forever.
As the rain pounded on the outside of the house, Stiles stopped to catch his breath before shakily rising to his feet and walking off further into the cottage with memories flooding his vision.