So this story is going to be completely different and I'm going to try and keep it going (no one shot), basically the story goes, Jackson never moved (he's not a werewolf either), He's still dating Lydia, but his anger has gotten worse. Stiles and the gang start to suspect somethings off.

If you don't like abuse, don't read.

Chapter 1- Unsteady

It was another monday morning, everything was bright, everything was seen behind hazel, swollen eyes, red, burning. She had been crying, that much was certain, she had school, should she go? That was the question, he left her around 3 hours ago to go home and sleep, they had been fighting once again. She lifted her head, dizzy, she felt dizzy, she could feel the lump as she grabbed ahold of the back of her head, she had fallen. She felt something buzzing, it was her phone, she had a text..

"pick you up at 7- A"

It was Allison, she gave Lydia a ride everyday since her accident with the deer, she looked at the clock and it read, 6:12

She scrambled out of bed and walked to her closet to pick out an outfit for the day, she checked herself over, a bruise resided on her hip and her leg, Pants and a long blouse it was.

After she was dressed, she walked to her vanity and sat down, scanning her face, making sure she had no visible marks, her eyes were still puffy, she heard a knock on her door.

"Yeah" she called from inside.

Her mom entered calmly and carefully

"You already?" she asked quietly, Lydia looked at her closely, she knew something was up.

"What's wrong?" she asked her mom as she sat next to her on the bed.

"Was Jackson here lastnight?"and their it was.

"Yeah, sorry if we woke up" she apologized looking back into her mirror, finishing her hair and make.

"Honey, i heard the fighting, is their anything you want to tell me?" she asked.

Lydia looked at the clock, 6:52 it read.

"Look mom, I have to go" she kissed her mom on the cheek, grabbing her purse "talk later?" she asked, not wanting an answer, she quickly walked out the door, her mom just sighed.

Lydia and Allison made small talk on the way to school when Lydia recieved a text.

"Wont be in today, I love you and I'm sorry about lastnight- Jackson"

She sighed at her phone as she stuffed it away in her pocket, they were stopped at a stop sign and Allison was rambling about Scott as usual, Lydia noticed Scott and Stiles pull up next to them, Stiles looked over and saw Lydia, he smiled and waved, she tried her best to smile back, and waved her hand. He gave her this knowing look, he knew when something was wrong with Lydia, he always knew, she could never figure out how he knew more about her than she did herself.

They arrived at School, parking next to Stiles and Scott, they got out of the car and Scott and Allison walked hand in hand as Lydia watched.

"You okay?" A familiar voice asked her, she turned.

"Just not feeling the whole school thing today" she started to walk when a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Lets skip" he smiled as she laughed.

"We can't" she shrugged it off.

"Sure we can, come on" he motioned to his jeep.

She really didn't want to go to school today, so she agreed, she hopped in the passenger seat and put her seat belt on.

They drove for about 10 minutes, Lydia liked the quiet, because lately all she heard was shouting and screaming, she looked at Stiles, his concentration clearly on the road, she wondered when things changed between the two? He used to be this nerdy boy who was in love with her and that might not have changed, but now he's grown so much and he's become her bestfriend, someone she can trust and turn to, her mind drifted to the song on the radio.

Mama, come here
Approach, appear
Daddy, I'm alone
'Cause this house don't feel like home

Her ears perked up as she listened.

If you love me, don't let go
If you love me, don't let go

A tear slipping down her cheek, Stiles looked at her and saw her face shaky, she was beautiful, even when she was on the brink of destruction.

Stiles pulled to the side of the road by a trail, they both got out of the jeep and walked before Stiles finally spoke.

"I don't want to pry or anything, but that was a decent song, but you were crying" He said as they walked along the trail..

"It was nothing" she did her best to fake a smile

"How are things going with Jackson?" He asked trying to make casual conversation.

"Stiles" She said as he looked at her. "Lets just walk, I don't feel like talking" she said as he nodded.

Jackson was a sore subject, Stiles took note of this, he heard buzzing it was Lydia's phone, he watched her movements as he noticed the name Jackson appear, Usually Lydia would be excited to recieve a text from her boyfriend, she looked almost sad and frightened.

"We need to talk, I'll be at your house tonight"

Her eyes got big as she read the text, she was scared to say the least.

Stiles just watched her, they walked further into the woods, when they reached the small dock and Lydia sat on the bench, Stiles followed her steps.

"Thank you" she said quietly, Stiled looked at her, Lydia's face was sincere and sad "I really couldn't do the whole school thing today" she admitted looking down.

"I'd do anything for you Lydia" he smiles "even if that means skipping school" he laughed.

Lydia looked at him carefully "You would, wouldn't you, why?" she didn't understand why this beautiful boy would do anything for her, after the way she's treated him in the past.

"Isn't it obvious?" he gave a nervous laugh, she raised an eyebrow "I hate school" he laughed as did she "I think that's the first time I've seen you smile all morning" he smiled back, Lydia searched his eye, he had the most beautiful brown eyes and those moles, she would never admit it to anyone, but this boy always made her knees weak. "Why are you with him?" this question brought her out of her trance.

"What?" she asked, slightly taken back by question.

"You're not happy, Lydia. What is it, that makes you stay with him?" he asked.

"I don't need to answer that." she got up and started walking back to the trail.

Stiles somehow got the courage and some balls to speak his mind, and it took Lydia by storm, literally.

"You're not in love with him" Stiles said, trying to catch up with her.

"Stop it" she shot back.

"I see the way you look at me" he said and she stopped dead in her tracks.

She turned around to face him.

"Oh yeah and how's that?" she asked as he reached up to her, inching closer and closer as her face got softer the more he closed in.

"like that" he said barely above a whisper, she felt her breath hitch in her throat, she felt her hands get sweaty and her heart beat faster "I know you feel it" he said as he put his hands on her waist and backed her into a tree.

"Stiles" she whispered "don't" she tried to look away and when she did, she felt Stiles hands on the side of her face, holding her their so he could get a closer look at her neck.

She could feel her pulse race, she has never wanted someone so much and she couldn't believe Stiles was the one she wanted. She felt his mouth on her neck as she let out a soft moan. Stiles smiled against her cheek as he planted soft, sensual, kissed on her neck and slowly pulling her shirt to the side and off her shoulder, he kissed her collarbone as Lydia's moans started getting more loud.

She couldn't take it anymore as she needed him now, she turned her head and grabbed his, crashing it to her lips for their very first kiss. Their tongues roaming for access in eachothers mouths, Stiles started roaming his hands on her back, slowly lifting her shirt and rubbing his hands on her cold bare skin, when he felt a bit of a bump on her hip "ignore it" he thought, but his curiousity got the best of him, pulling away.

"What's that" asking about the bump

"Nothing, it's nothing" she pulled her shirt from his grasp and pulled it down.

"Lydia" he exclaimed "Is that a bruise" he said trying to take a closer look.

"yeah, I was playing ummmm... baseball, took a ball to the hip" she stuttered over her words as she tried to come up with a lie.

"Jackson do this?" he asked, anger evident in his voice.

"Stiles, just leave it alone" she begged.

"That son of a bitch" he let go of her shirt walking in a fast speed towards the car.

"Stiles, don't" Lydia caught up to him.

"I'm going to kill him" Stiles admitted.

"It's okay" she said, her face soft again.

"He's hitting you Lydia, how is that okay?" he said, clearly pissed off. Lydia stopped, tears in her eyes, Stiles was right, it's not okay.

He saw her eyes, puffy, redness, vulnerablilty seeping through, he grabbed her tight and held her.

"He wont hurt you again, I wont let him" Stiles promised her.

In that moment with Stiles holding her, she never felt safer, she flashbacked to the song in the car.

Hold, hold on, hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Hold, hold on, hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady

She was a little Unsteady, tonight would be worse, she had to face Jackson alone, she would not tell Stiles, she knew she had to end things with Jackson and it would be messy and by messy, bloddy, it would end bloody.