I'm so sorry! I know I haven't updated in forever and i know this chapter is short and its terrible and im sorry.. I haven't had a laptop for a while so im going to post this little thing while I work on a longer chapter. I haven't abandoned this story so don't worry lol
The next morning wasn't any better than last night. When I got down stairs, my dad was reading the news paper, almost like he was trying to ignore me. I sat and stewed over my little bowl of Cheerios and half mug of coffee. Oh, for the record: sugary cereal and caffeine isn't a good combination with aderall. Anyway, Instead of watching my dad look at out of the corner of his eye every few seconds, I decided to take a shower. I pulled myself up the stairs and locked the door so I could get a good look at the damage done last night. I involuntarily winced when I saw the new bruise on my shoulder. My body is already littered with them, but they are healing for the most part. Being a werewolf, I don't think Derek gets that humans don't heal as fast. "Well that's going to hurt like a bitch," I say to myself as I turned on the faucet. The bathroom fills with steam in no time, and right before I stepped in my dad rapped on the door.
"Stiles?" Hearing him say my name without being all mad or disappointed or whatever made me smile a little. "Yeah, dad?" I call back, hoping he wasn't going to talk about what happened last night.
"Listen son, about last night…"
'Damn.'
"it's getting out of hand… you can't keep doing this. I'll be home early tonight, so you better make sure you are too. We'll talk some more later. I've got to go to work, but I'll be home." I sigh, and nod. "Okay dad." I listened for the front door closing before I get in the shower. The hot water feels good, but it only lasts so long. When I finish I go to my room and start the day.
Normal POV
The second that Stiles steps foot into his room, he shoved against the door, making him cry out as Derek grips the bruise he made last night again. "Ow, you dumbass! That freakin hurts!"
"Shut up," The alpha growled.
"What happened, last night?" Stiles eyes widen for a second before he puts his mask back in place. "Well…after you practically told me to go away and stay away, I went home." The younger couldn't look the werewolf in the eyes without blushing.
"Then what was your dad talking about?" Stiles shook his head,
"Nothing..it doesn't matter, and anyway why are you here?"
Derek growled lowly, "Lydia. She made me. Said you were sick but I guess she lied. You look like your normal annoying self to me." Stiles swallowed thickly.
"Why?"
Derek looked offended. "Why what?"
"Why do you say stuff like that? Its like you're trying to make me feel bad. Like last night too…you did the same thing. Why would you do that?"
Derek rolled his eyes, "because Stiles, you get in the wa-"
"I'm sorry I can't do the things that you can do, but I've also risked a lot to help you. You treat me like I'm worthless." Stiles said, his voice shaking. The alpha let go of Stiles and scoffed. "If you can't handle it, Stay away. We don't need you, so don't complain." The younger boy nodded, and the werewolf ducked out of the open window.
Stiles crawled back into bed and cried. He knew it was a stupid reason to cry, but he couldn't help it. His chest hurt, and the gaping hole seemed to be getting bigger. School didn't seem like a good idea, so he stayed home and slept. While trying to will away the pain, Stiles didn't realize that he was no longer alone in his house.
