I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on my front door so I managed to get up out of bed only to hit my foot on the edge of my bed on the way there. "Ouch, Damnit!" Again another knock. "Hold ON!" Knocking once more. "I'm COMING." I finally manage to answer the door just to see Allison of all people on my doorstep face red and eyes puffy with fists clenched tight. "What did you do to him Stiles!? He's a fucking WRECK." "You mean Scott...?" "No you idiot the Queen of England. YES SCOTT." She huffed out in a hurry. "Now TELL ME. What did you do to him? He won't talk to me he just sits there crying and just repeats your name over and over again saying he's sorry and-" "Listen all I did was tell him to leave me alone get out and then to go try and eat your face off some more because I knew he didn't need me anymore. I'd probably be better off with Derek. At least HE pays attention." "Stiles your a selfish bastard he's your best friend and he's done SO much for you and this is how you treat him? Your pathetic Stiles." "What exactly has he done for me except cause me problems? and no i'm not like you, see I never used his heart to get to Derek like you did. I never used his affections to make myelf feel better. I NEVER USED HIM TO GET THE THINGS I WANTED OUT OF LIFE BECAUSE HE WAS ALREADY FUCKING THERE." I screamed at the girl in front of me."Stiles your gonna regret this." "I already do. Now get the FUCK off of my goddamn porch BEFORE I kick your ass off it Argent." I slammed the door in her face before she could say anything else. I can't believe she had the mind to come to MY house and say the shit she did. She had NO right .I thought to myself as I went back up to my room when I heard a deep voice speak. "Calm down Stiles. You practically reek of anger." "JESUS DEREK CAN'T YOU EVER USE THE GODDAMN FRONT DOOR!?" I yelled at the Alpha wolf. "Maybe? But it seems you were busy with the Argent so I came in through the window." He sniffed in obvious disdain. "You could've waited!" "I could've... but I didn't, and you should really get your window a lock.." "Look, Derek what do you want?" I huffed. "Nothing really I just wanted to ask you something about McCall concerning the Argents, but it seems that your not in the mood to deal with any of that right now so I'm gonna leave Erica to watch you while I go and ask McCall myself." Erica? Tch. I don't need anyone to watch me. "And WHY do I need one of your pups watching me?" I grumbled. "Because. I don't want you doing something stupid." He said. "I won't now will you just leave me alone?" I sighed. "Alright fine, but Erica's still gonna watch you. She'll be here later." He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he leaped out my window. "Bye SourWolf." I said quietly. That's when I heard my dad come home. "STILES!" Oh shit. I forgot to clean the house. "WHY ISN'T THE DAMN HOUSE CLEAN YET I TOLD YOU TO DO IT HOURS AGO!" He screamed yet slurred. I hope he hasn't been drinking again. "I fell asleep dad i'm sorry I was-" Pain shot across my left cheek and I instantly fell to the floor. He hit me. He's never hit me. "You stupid BASTARD." My father screamed at me."This is all YOUR fault. If you hadn't been such a whiny little brat she'd still be here!" He sobbed. You KILLED your mother you piece of shit." He hit me a few more times yelling obscenities at me when he kicked me in my midsection, and I lost the air I had in my lungs and I saw black spots dancing around in my eyes. He grabbed me and threw me against the ground yelling at me. I just layed there holding back the tears that were beginning to fill in my eyes and waited until he was done screaming to get up and walk to my room and lock my door. I dropped on my bed and layed on my left cheek. I could feel the blood pulsing behind it. It ached as I could already feel the bruise beginning to form. I waited 'til my father slammed his door and fell asleep to actually start crying. I felt an incredible pain in my chest as the memory replayed in my head. I cried, screaming into the comforter of my bed. I got up and slowly walked to my bathroom and after some searching I found my old razor blade that I'd always kept hidden in my medicine cabinet. "Hello again old friend. It's been awhile." I mumbled. I slowly dragged the razorblade across my wrist and I watched the blood slowly drip out of me in a stream of red like a crimson river flowing out of my body. I sat back and watched as I slowly began another another stream of crimson resting there for awhile until I heard someone call for me. "Stiles?" Where are you? I need to talk to you." Oh crap Derek! Damnit. I forgot he was coming back. I got up and wiped my wrist down with a towel that I hid underneath some other clothes in my hamper. "I'm coming." I shouted from my bathroom. I was just about to bandage my arms when he walked in so I quickly turned around and threw on a long sleeved shirt I found in my mess of a room. "Stiles what are you-" He stopped abruptly and then continued with. "What the hell were you doing in here? It smells like blood." "Nothing I was just-" "Stiles don't tell me..." He grabbed my unbandged wrist and he pulled my sleeve up before I could react. "Stiles... did you do this? Why in the HELL are you doing this to yourself?" "I didn't mean to it's just I couldn't... I couldn't take it... Scott and Allison and-and-" I started to gasp for air as I began to cry. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my bed where he looked at my arm for awhile while he waited for me to stop crying and calm down a bit before finally telling me. "Let me at least bandage your wrist your still bleeding." He said quietly. "Okay." I managed to sniffle. So I sat there on my bed and watched as he went back into my bathroom and grabbed my bandages and wrapped them around my wrist after massaging some kind of lotion that soothed the burn of my open skin. "Now tell me. What caused you to do this? He asked. "Well it all started with Scott and him ignoring me and constantly avoiding me and ditching me for Allison because you know he's always with Allison who showed up at my door this morning and yelled at me about how I was pathetic and how I needed to apologize and-" "Stiles!" He sighed. I mean before that." "What are you talking about?" I shakily answered him. "I mean before Scott and all this mess started." He replied. I couldn't find my words and for once. I had nothing to say. I don't know why he cared so much. Maybe it was because he could relate to the situation. I didn't know if I could trust him so I just talked. I explained to him how my mom had died when I was just nine years old in a car crash coming back from Scott's house and my ADHD problem with having to take Aderrall and how I used to have panic attacks when I was smaller due to anything that I saw that reminded me of mom and how my relationship with my father was taking a massive downward spiral. I talked for hours and he just sat there hugging me each time it got too much too bear. The memories were too much and I guess at some point I passed out from exhaustion from crying so much. Because when I woke up the next morning. Derek was gone and all that I saw was his jacket laying over my computer desk chair. I guess he slept downstairs. "Derek?" I said quietly. "Are you here?" "I'm downstairs Stiles." He yelled out. I went downstairs and I saw Erica, Boyd, and Isaac laying around in my living room which I thought was odd because I only remember Derek here last night. "Derek? What are they doing here?" I asked. "Well they're my pack so they follow me pretty much wherever I go." "I understand that, but why are they HERE." Erica decided to open her big ass mouth at that moment and speak. "We're here because Derek didn't want your suicidal ass to go off the deep end on us." "ERICA!" Derek growled at her harshly eyes glowing red. She seemed to wince when he looked in her direction. Good. "Look Derek. I think you should just go." "Please...? You can come back but I need to be alone?" Boyd decided to speak which was something rare so I shut my mouth and listened. "No offence Stiles but I really don't think that's a good idea." "And why not?" "Well because you might try and hurt yourself." I didn't really know alot about Boyd but he seemed like a nice enough guy and at the moment he seemed genuine in his concerns. "Boyd." "Sorry Alpha." So they all knew? "Derek I need to be alone right now. Please can you please give me at least an hour to myself at least? One hour?" I sighed. "Fine, But just one!" And with that the Sourwolf and his pack of pups left. I never understood Derek. Come to think of it I don't think anyone ever really did. I guess which is why he came last night. I don't understand that man. Derek Hale. He hated me ever since I met him. Yet why was here?

I decided I would try and get some cleaning done in the hour Derek had allowed me to myself before my father got back to avoid another angry drunken rant. When I was done I went back upstairs and I looked in the mirror and saw my left cheek for the first time since what happened. It was a light shade of purple and had a black-ish blue hue in the middle of it. I continued looking over my face and saw that my lower lip had a smalll cut on it and my sides hurt whenever I moved so I pulled off my shirt and checked my ribs. They were a deep maroon-ish color and it was a very deep purple in the center and very tender around the edges where my father had kicked me. Tears began to swell up in my eyes as I realized just how horrific my life was. I decided to take a shower to help me relax. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and turned on the shower waiting for the water to change to the right temperature. When I finally stepped in and felt the water it felt amazing I just stood there leaning my forehead against the tiled wall of my shower. I don't know how long I stood there waiting and feeling my body's muscles to tense up and relax one by one and after awhile I grabbed my favorite shampoo that smelled like lavender and ran it through my short buzzcut hair. I always used it because it was Mom's favorite flower she always smelled like them even if she was surrounded by so many other scents. She was so beautiful, kind, and happy. She would give up the clothes on her back to make sure someone else had everything they needed and she always served herself last. She was self-less and she did everything she could to make me happy. I loved her. She was my everything and I miss her. My eyes grew watery again and I shut off the water and got out and dried myself off and I got dressed in my normal attire of a pair of black boxers, a plaid long sleeve with a T-shirt under it a pair of dark denim blue jeans, and a pair of converse and after I was done I decided to make something to eat for my father who would come home and expect some food. I decided to make macaroni and cheese cassarole one of my favorite thing to eat. "Smells good." Derek said walking into the kitchen. "OH MY GOD." I yelled. "Can't you ever use the front door?" I could but it seems alot more fun this way. "I never knew you could cook." He said a little suprised. "Well it's something I picked from my mom she could always make such great food. I always wanted to be able to cook like her so I learned from her cook book that she had showed me a few weeks before she..." I choked on my own words I tried clearing my throat a few times but I couldn't hold back a few tears that managed to sneak past my eyes. My mom was always a soft spot for me. "Stiles. Where's the book?" He asked me. "Uhm it's in this cabinet right here." I said clearing my throat a few times. "May I see it?" He asked. "Uhm sure." I said handing him my mother's cookbook. He took the book from me and told me to sit. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Sit. Quiet. Now." He quickly snapped at me. "Okay! Okay!" I watched as he looked at the book for a few minutes reading to himself before he started to grab ingredients out of my fridge and I watched in amazement as he started to cook my mother's recipe with ease. His eyebrow would furrow everytime he would drop something or his tounge would stick out everytime he would mix or pour something. "Derek are you almost done?' I aked. "Well according to the book I should be after I put this in the oven." He simply replied. "It smells good." I added. "Thank you." It was quiet as we waited for the food to be ready. "Where's the rest of the pack?" I asked him. "They're out and about. I gave them the day to themselves." That was generous. "Really? That's nice of you." I asked him questions about the pack and I found out that Erica turned becuase she was an Epileptic. She used to have seizure attacks and had to take anticonvulsants before she took the bite. Isaac took the bite because he didn't want to feel weak because he was abused by his father... Something i could relate to. Boyd took the bite because was an extreme asthmatic and couldn't do anything without having an asthma attack. They all took the bite because they felt weak and alone I asked Derek if he ever regretted biting them but he simply looked at me and for awhile I couldn't stop looking at the person in front of me. The six foot two hundred pound giant werewolf that was Derek Hale. "There something in particular your staring at? Or is this a common occurence for you?" He asked suddenly. "Wha... what? No no there wasn't I was just day dreaming you know the whole blank staring thing yeah it was unintentional I didn't mean it. I hope you don't chew my face off are you gonna kill me? Oh god you probably are please just make it quick unless no now your just glaring at me should I shut up now? Yeah I should. Ok. Shutting up now." I rambled. "Stiles you don't have to be nervous. I'm not going to hurt you." He told me. Something told me that I shouldn't trust him but I was never good at making choices. "I trust you Derek." I said walking over to him. "Do you trust me?" "Yes Stiles. With everything." "I'm glad to know you trust me. It makes this easier for me." I told him. "Well compared to Scott you seem alot more trustable than he does, And that says alot." He said. "I know. Thank you. Derek. For everything it makes me feel better to know your here for me when no one else is." "No problem it's what pack does for each other." He stated. Wait I was pack? But I wasn't even a wolf! How could I be pack? It didn't make sense. "Derek? How am I part of your pack?" I asked. "Stiles you just are. There's no rule saying you have to be a wolf to be in a pack. I consider you a part of my pack and what an Alpha says goes." "You don't have to be alone anymore Stiles." He said quietly. My throat started to swell. "Who said I was alone Derek?" I yelled. "I never said I was alone you just made me out to be alone. I don't know what your thing is with me just leave me alone Derek." I snapped at him. "Stiles. Stop." He ordered. "No Derek you and your pack and Scott have been pushing me around for a very long time and i'm not gonna put up with it anymore. I don't understand how stupid I could be to think for one second you actually cared about me. All you care about is being an Alpha and making your pack bigger. Well. I'm not gonna be a part of it. So leave me alone Derek!" I screamed. "Stiles I-" I interrupted him. "NO Derek just go!" "Okay Stiles i'll go, but if you ever need me all you need to do is call." He said as he walked to my window. I just looked at the floor. "Goodbye Stiles." And with that the only person I probably could have ever trusted just jumped out my window and into the night. Just like that Derek Hale was gone.