AN; I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF.
Everyone is human!
John Stilinski phones Derek Hale to ask him to take his son, a troubled teenager, to try and straighten him out.
Later chapters will involve M/M slash, with hints at BDSM.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Sneaking back in through my window, i sigh with relief. It'd been difficult getting out, my father hanging around my bedroom door, fed up with me sneaking out when i'm supposed to be grounded. Jackson had called earlier telling me about a beach party, and i'd promised i'd go, and i can't break a promise to Jackson. He gives me this puppy look, that's reserved for me only, and it kills me a little to see him use it when i've broken a promise. So i'd slipped my dad some sleeping tablets, and waited until he'd dropped off on the sofa before slipping out and getting a taxi to the beach. The party had been epic, and i'd even blown a few guys, my new plan to get over Nathan. Stumbling to my desk, i grab onto it as i slip out of my shoes, and yank my socks off. Before i get chance to undress, my door is swung open and my light switched on. Wincing at the brightness, i cover my eyes, and wait. 'That's it Stiles. I'm phoning that Derek Hale in the morning, and i'm getting him to come and pick you up. I'm fed up of this son. I don't know who you are anymore.' He says in his disappointed voice. I wince at it. Even though my acting out is partially his fault, it still hurts knowing i've disappointed him.
Sighing, i pull my hand away from my eyes, and look at him. 'Dad, you don't need to do that.' I mumble, kinda pissed off. He'd heard from one of the deputies at the station about some dude who took troubled kids from their parents for a few months, and sent them back as well behaved kids. He'd phoned Derek the day after, and explained what was going on, and Derek agreed that he'd have me when the Sheriff saw fit. I never thought he'd actually do it though. I mean, i'm his last remaining family, why would he send me away? 'No i do. I'm sick to death of you skipping school, partying when you're underage, and coming in drunk, or hell being escorted by a colleague of mine. I'm phoning him, and that's that so you better pack a bag.' He tells me, and then slams my door shut as he disappears back into the hall way, no doubt to go to bed. Rubbing a hand down my face, i groan. I can't believe this. I'd googled the guy when i first heard about him, and apparently he had a 99.9% success rate. And it's not even his proper job! Something he does on the side apparently. He runs a law firm somewhere nearby, along with his uncle. Collapsing into bed still dressed, i fall to sleep before i have chance to think of a way to get out of this.
When i wake, my head is pounding and i'm hungry as hell. Luckily the party was thrown on a Friday, so i didn't have to drag myself out of bed for school, but that doesn't matter. My father wakes me up at 6:30, telling me that Derek would be here for eight, and that i better look presentable, with a bag packed. I can't believe he actually went through with it. Usually he just threatens, like he did with boarding school. I guess i pushed him too far. I lay in bed for another half hour, before i drag myself from under the covers. The sun is shining brightly, and it makes my head pound more, so i close my blind and shove the curtains shut. Yanking the clothes i partied in off, i head to my closet, and pull out another pair of jeans and a tee. Once dressed, i stumble down the stairs, still slightly drunk to eat some food and drink some much needed coffee. I have a ton of texts to go through, most from my friends with pictures from last night, and a few random ones from guys i'd given my number to. Guy's i'd probably never text back.
My dad is sat on the sofa, dressed in his uniform for his shift at work. 'Now son, i realise that you don't want to do this, but it's for your benefit. How many times have you gone out to parties this week? I know at least twice, but who the hell knows? The school phoned three times to tell me you skipped the afternoon. I can't deal with this. Derek will be here fifteen minutes early, because i have to be in work for eight.' He tells me. I just scowl at him. 'He says all you'll need is some clothes and stuff for school, so make sure you take your school bag.' He advises me. I just nod slightly, and head through into the kitchen. Pulling out some bread, i pop it into the toaster, and set about making some scrambled egg. I brew some coffee, and gulp down the first cup in seconds, and set about making another one. God, how much did i drink last night? After a much needed breakfast, along with two aspirin and my first dose of Adderall, i head back up to my room.
Dropping face first onto my bed, i groan. I have fifteen minutes to pack a bag and brush my teeth, but i don't have the energy to do so. Couldn't he have waited until tomorrow? Burying my head in my pillow, I try not to think about it. I'm one of those people who ignore the problem for that long that eventually they go away. Fifteen minutes fly by, and before i know it there's a knock at the door, and the sound of my father's boots moving across the floor. I've decided i'm not leaving the house without a fight. He'll have to carry my out if he wants me to leave. Hopefully he'll decide i'm too much to handle, and change his mind. I hear footsteps on the stairs now, two of them. 'Stiles? I hope you're ready.' My father says in a warning voice. I close my eyes, determined to make it look as though i'm asleep. A knock comes at my door. 'Stiles?' He asks. I stay quiet. 'Let me handle this Mr Stilinski, i've dealt with several children who don't want to leave.' A gruff voice says. Holy god, is that him? That voice sent shivers down my spine.
My door opens, but only one set of feet make their way across my messy floor. A hand wraps itself around my ankle, and it yanks. I squeal a little, and then groan as i land on the floor. 'Son of a bitch!' I groan. I can hear my dad's frown from where i am. He always hated the phrase. 'Get up Stiles.' He tells me. I open my eyes, and finally get a look at Derek Hale. My first though? Sex god. No wonder kids come home well behaved. With his voice, and the way he looks, i bet he can get anyone to do anything. I realise i'm staring a little, so i tug my eyes away, and blush a little. God, now i can't leave with him. Not since i find him attractive! It'll make things awkward. Tightening my lips, I make it clear that i'm refusing to get up. a hand grabs the collar of my tee. 'Mr Stilinski, if you'd grab Stiles here some clothes, i'll be putting him in the car.' Derek says gruffly. I try to tug out of his grip, but he just pulls me along, fastening his other hand around my arm in a bone shattering grip. 'Let me go, asshole!' I yelp. He glares at me, but doesn't respond.
When we pass my father, i turn and glare at him. He looks a little guilty. Good. My brain supplies. He should feel guilty. He's turned his own son in to some crazy guy, who's physically dragging him down the stairs. The front door opens, and i'm dragged outside, the sun zoning in on my eyes, making me groan. 'Shit!' I mutter, and try to cover them. They're snatched away at the last second. 'If you're going to drink that much that you can't face the sun, then you should pay the consequences.' Derek snaps. I glare at him, but his face stays neutral. Turning my eyes to his car, i see he has a sleek black Camaro. Oh god, he's hot, his car is hot, and I can only imagine what his place is going to look like. I'm totally screwed.
I'm in the middle of being manhandled into the front seat when my father comes out with around four bags. 'How long do you think i'll be gone?' I gawk. He's packed enough for a frikkin year by the looks of things! My father frowns. 'As long as you need to be gone son.' He says tiredly. I pale at that. They'll never change me though! I am who i am. 'Well don't expect to see me ever again. I am who i am, and i'm not letting anyone change that dad. You're only doing this for your benefit, for your reputation as Sheriff of this shitty town. So i hope you're happy.' I say back hatefully. I can't believe he's actually doing this. His own son. Why can't he just love me the way i am? 'Mom would be ashamed.' I spit out in anger. It's not something i mean, but i'm that pissed right now that i have to vent, and my father is the closest thing nearby. I see the pain flash through his eyes, but i don't feel guilty. Not yet. I will, later. And i'll probably call him and apologise, and he'll forgive me and tell me he's made a mistake, and demand Derek to bring me home.
He looks down at the floor. 'You don't mean that Stiles. You know i want you here, but you've got out of control. I'll see you when you're back alright?' He says softly, and then turns and heads back inside. Derek closes the door on me, and jogs around to his side. I feel tears brimming in my eyes. The last of my family, leaving me, just like she did. I need to see Jackson. He knows how this feels. He'll know what to do. I hope.
AN; So, what did you guys think? Totally random story i know, but i'm still struggling with my others and i needed a distraction! Hope you liked it.
Please review? :D
All mistakes are mine; no beta.
-Mills. :3