My take on episode 2x09. Starts when Scott is trying to make Stiles sober. What if Stiles' dad actually did show up at the party and today was the anniversary of the day his mom died. Allison's mom did not die. Hallucinations didn't happen. Lydia was not going crazy, and Jackson is not the Kanima. Yet. I know sounds really boring now, but I'm trying to base this on Stiles. We never got to see what actually did happen with his family or how his mom dad. So if you don't like then don't read. Thanks!

Stiles P.O.V.

" Here drink this. " Scott says forcing a water bottle in my face. I wave my hand at the bottle to push it away.

" Stiles look at me. You have to drink. I need you to be sober. " He pleads still trying.

I don't want to be sober. I want to drink more and more so that I can stop those words from crawling back into my head. Suddenly I feel myself getting shoved into the pool head first and then pulled back out. I breathe in all the air I can to try and catch my breath. I hear voices but I'm not listening. Every once in a while I would see some kids at the party start to point and stare at me. Some times I would hear them saying 'He's the kid that got yelled at' 'He's the kid that killed his mom. ' and I don't want to hear any more. I tried so hard not to listen but it was too hard.

I could see the pity that covered Scott's face. I knew he cared for me but it pained me to see that everyone here was giving me the same look. I don't want to be the kid that everyone pitied because his dad told how much of a disappointment he was.

How could I have been so stupid? It never even crossed my mind with everything happening right now. Today was the anniversary of my mom's death. I felt tears start to slide down my cheeks and tried to wipe away as much I could but they wouldn't stop. I picked myself up and ran to the nearest exit. Scott was calling my name. I heard his voice getting closer to me. I quickly found my car, jumped in, and started to drive away. I didn't exactly know where I was going but I just kept driving. I couldn't go home, that was obvious, but I couldn't not go home either. I pulled up to the house and saw my dad's car in the driveway. I wanted to walk inside and see him sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me to hug me and tell me that everything is okay but I know it's not. I always feared that I actually did kill my mom and I was scared that my dad would stop kidding himself and finally blame me for it.

I decided to just climb through my window and grab as much of my stuff as I can. After I was done, I realized that I couldn't carry all this stuff through the window so I had to go through the front door.

" What do you think you're doing here? " My dad yelled as I tried to get to the door.

" Dad I..." Before I could finish he stood up and grabbed my shirt.

" You do not get to call me that anymore. " I could smell tequila on his breath and clothes.

I tried to pull his hands off me but he was a lot stronger than I was. Finally after he got a little weak, I pried his hands off me and tried to leave.

" I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. " I pleaded, opening the door.

" No you're not sorry! " I saw his fist coming toward me but was frozen. After the hit, I stumbled and tried to catch myself. I was in shock. He had never hit me before. Not even a slap. I've never seen him so angry and it was all my fault. I quickly opened the door and left just as he threw a bottle of liquor at me. I ran for my car and drove away. More tears came down my face as I actually hoped this was all a dream and I would wake up the next morning and none of this would have happened. But I never get that lucky.

Flaskback

" So me and Scott were thinking about joining the Lacrosse team next year. " I said while sitting in the passenger seat of the car.

" Really? That's great honey! " My mom told me. My mom and I were on our way back from a restaurant. We would always go just the two of us every month. It was nice to go every once in a while because she was always working. She was a lawyer while my dad was the sheriff so everyone always looked up at our family. She told me that she wouldn't be able to go out with me this month but I forced her to go so that we could be together.

" Yeah and I'm gonna try to talk to Lydia too. "

" So you're still in love with her? "

" Of course I do. She's...she's...she's Lydia. "

" Haha oh I see. "

We turned the radio on and started to sing. We were crossing a green light when all of a sudden, our car was smashed by a black figure standing in the road. Our car spun and flipped off the side of the rode into the grass.

My head was pounding and I couldn't move my right arm. I used my other hand to touch my temple and saw it covered in blood. I moved my head to look at my mom. She was covered in blood and not moving.

" Mom! Mom! Wake up! " I tried to shift in my seat but it hurt too much. I unbuckled my seat belt and moved to face her.

" Mom please wake up. " Her eyes slowly opened and looked at me. Tears started to fall.

" Oh my baby. " She cried while reaching up tocup my face with her hand.

" Mom. It hurts. " I said holding my head. My eyes started to feel heavy.

" We'll be okay. I promise but you have to stay awake. "

" I'm so tired. "

" I know baby me too. But we have to stay awake. "

" I'm trying, I just need to..." My eyes shut closed and blackness surrounded me.

The next day I woke up in the hospital yelling for my mom. The nurse put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to her. She was laying still and I was soon told that she was in a coma and she would not likely make it. My dad sat by her side holding her hand with an angry and sad look on his face.

Ever since then I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't have forced her to go if she already said she couldn't.

End Flashback

I didn't realize how much I had been crying until tears started to drip all over my lap. Again, I didn't know where I was going, but my body did. It's like my hands and feet knew exactly where they were going without the help of my brain. Next thing I know, I'm parked right across the street from Beacon Hills Cemetary.