Okay so I still do not own anything Jeff Davis is the founder and creator of Teen wolf. This is an AU version story were Derek's Family is still very much alive.
Stiles POV
Ever since his mother died when he was just a small boy, Stiles had actually lost both his parents that night. His father having gone with her and a monster was put in his place because ever since then Stiles lived a horrible life. Every day his father would tell him that his mom's death was his fault, that she had died because of him and that her blood was on his hands. What kind of father said that to his own son? Then again beer changed people for the worst I guess you could say. However things grew worse as Stiles got older, his dad no longer used words, he used his fists and anything else that he could think of to cause the slender brunette pain. It sucked having a dad who just so happened to be the sheriff, but the mask the man put on every day was very convincing.
When Stiles was ten he found himself in the hospital because his dad had broken a few ribs in a fit of rage. The man had used a baseball bat to give his son a lesson about not staying out late and not to get anything but A's in school. Of course he had to lie to the doctor about what had happened, even though his dad was hurting him, it was still his dad, what could he do? The man was sheriff, no one would believe him, they would just all think Stiles was acting out because the man was never home.
Going into high school the brunette wanted to play lacrosse so bad, he was on the team yes but he never played. At first it was simply because there were people were better than him but whenever he had an opportunity to play his bruises would keep him benched.
When he turned seventeen was when everything change, Scott, his best friend became a werewolf. A freaking' werewolf and yes it was cool but not when he had tried killing him, twice! However there was a family, the Hale's that were like Scott but they hadn't been the ones to turn him. It was all weird, but Scott had decided to join the family and it seemed like everyone was being turned. Jackson, Isaac, Erica, Boyd. But yet here Stiles was, remaining a batman to everyone else. Though he did try and help the best he could, and sometimes it dug him in a deep hole with his dad, but the bruises were so worth saving innocent people from other creatures that became out of hand.
It was not easy running with wolves, but they were his friends, people he cared about and he'd be damned if he just sat around just because he was human and fragile. The pack was like a family but sometimes Stiles felt left out and alone, left to deal with his drama at home and his father's anger.
It was the anniversary of his mother's death and just like every other year his father got shit face drunk and came into his room, and got forbid if the door was locked it only angered the sheriff. This was the night Derek had been on patrol and watched from the house next door as his father grabbed his shirt and thew him out of bed.
"Dad please don't!"
Stiles cried out as he tried getting as far away from the man as he could. SLAP! There was a loud sound of skin connecting with skin as the back of the man's hand came across the brunette's face sending him to the floor.
"Do you think your mother wasn't in any pain when that car hit her because you were stupid enough to run into the street!"
An hour of his body taking a beating, Stiles couldn't ever remember a time his father had lost that much of his control. Hell he couldn't even get up to go to school the next day but his father forced him to, and all throughout the day Stiles could feel people staring at him as he walked by.
"Did you see his face? The dude got his ass kicked!"
He could hear people saying as he went to his locker and tried ignoring every one and their looks.
Classes were rough, each teacher asked what had happened and he had to repeat the same damn lie over and over again. It was actually pissing Stiles off that no one seemed to really care, hell he didn't get half way through the lie when the teachers just hushed him and sent him to his desk. It wasn't until he was sitting in front of Scott and Jackson did anyone actually talk to him today.
"Damn dude..what the hell happened?"
Scott asked and Jackson sat up closer.
"Even I have to admit that you don't look good."
Which was rare coming from Jackson but after he and Scott helped save him the jock came around and opened up.
"I'm fine...just leave it."
The brunette hissed tired of having people ask him that, he could tell that none of them care, alright except for Scott and Jackson but the anger was so overwhelming. Though matters only got worse as the teenager went to the locker room after school and was changing, usually no one ever paid him any mind, he wasn't a popular kid so no one noticed him. Though whenever he seemed to have real bad bruises his coach would notice and tell him he was benched and wasn't able to play, unless he was acting as an opposing team in which he just had to stand on the field. So awesome.
An hour later and Stiles was taking a shower after everyone had left, he really didn't need more people staring at him or spreading rumors about what had happened. The hot water felt very relaxing against his entire body, there were bruises almost covering sixty perfect of the teenagers body. the other forty percent was a lost worse then just bruises. Getting dressed Stiles had his boxers and pants on as he dried his short hair before tossing the towel into the hamper and pulled a clean shirt on and grabbed his things.
Emerging outside the brunette winced at the sunlight, the side of his face had a large bruise along his cheek, his bottom lip having been split open but the worst was his back. His dad had slammed him against his bedroom door, the knob hitting his spine a few times which hurt so damn much. It still hurt but Stiles was good at masking that emotion from his face, though someone like Scott, Jackson, Isaac, Eric, Boyd and Derek could see right through that.
Coming over to his jeep the teenager hadn't realized there was a car behind his keeping him blocked in. "Mind moving." Stiles said, he couldn't see who was in the car considering the sun was in his face, but it gave Derek a clear view of the damage done to his face, but thankfully most of the damage was under his clothing.
Slowly moving his hand up to shield his eyes, Stiles brown hues grew wide as he realized who it was. Instantly the brunette wished he had a hat on that could cover up the damage from view but he hadn't. Shit!
"Uh..."
Not knowing what to say, which was real for Stiles, the brunette sighed and lowered his head.
"Just go ahead and say it, I look like shit, thanks."
Fishing his hand into his pocket, the teen didn't know that the alpha had seen everything last night and was here to confront him about it. Right now all Stiles wanted to do was go home and slump onto his bed and just fall asleep and be happy in his dreams.
But deep down Stiles knew with Derek sitting there he was not going home, something told Stiles that he was in for a very very long night. He really just wanted to go home, but no there was a pack meeting and the look on Derek's face told him something was up. Just his luck the one time he wanted to just relax he couldn't.
