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Stiles had sat on his floor for a good hour before he had the strength to stand back up. He had focused on his breathing and tried to forget what had just happened. He had felt the blood start to trickle down his neck but he didn't care. He just felt so tired. Eventually, he mustered up the strength to take a shower and wash the blood off of him before his dad got home. Stiles walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked awful. Dark circles were under his red eyes. Two long cuts ran down his neck while dried blood sat on his shoulder. Big purple bruises wrapped around his fragile wrists and tender neck. His once well-fed body was now skinny and starved. He hadn't had an appetite in a while and his dad was starting to notice. He didn't even recognize himself anymore.
Stiles stepped into the shower and gently began washing his fresh wounds, avoiding his scarring chest. They weren't as severe as Scott's attack physically but mentally, Stiles was breaking. He tried to keep his normal bouncy façade but it was getting harder and harder each day. He hated what he was turning into but what could he do? Nothing. His crazed werewolf friends all had it out for him for God only knows why. Stiles started to replay what Derek had said about his scent. Was that the issue? It just sounded so bizarre and sudden to Stiles, but he decided to research it later. Maybe he could save himself if he got rid of this "scent" he apparently had. Finishing his shower, Stiles got dressed and headed downstairs. He really did need to eat something, even if he wasn't hungry. He knew that he couldn't afford another problem in his life. His dad surely couldn't either. Stiles saw the way he looked at him. His eyes would beg Stiles to eat, but he wouldn't give in. Most of the time the thought of food made his stomach turn. He had to start eating again, he decided. If not for himself, than for his dad.
Stiles opened the fridge and scanned his options. He settled on some cold pizza that his dad picked up the other night. Stiles grabbed a few slices and sat down at the kitchen table. He ate for a few minutes when he heard his dad's car pull into the drive way. This was probably the first time his dad was home at a reasonable hour, Stiles thought. But then he glanced at the clock and noted that it was 2:30 in the morning. Stiles frowned but quickly replaced his with his fake smile when his dad walked in.
The sheriff walked into the hallway and slowly took off his jacket and gun, placing them in their normal spots. The sheriff looked just as exhausted as Stiles felt. His frown lines looked deeper than normal and his shoulders always seemed slumped. His dad was under a lot of stress lately. But then again, when isn't he? The sheriff walked into the kitchen and looked at Stiles. His eyes softened and he let out a relaxed sigh at the sight of his son eating. He couldn't honestly remember the last time he saw him eat anything. This meant improvement to the sheriff; his son was finally getting better.
"Cold pizza, huh?" the sheriff said with a slight grin on his face. Stiles looked up and nodded his head.
"Yeah, but don't think that you're going to be eating any. You've clogged up your arteries enough with this box."
The sheriff waved his hand, picking up a few slices for himself. "Ah, let a man live."
"That's what I'm trying to do." Stiles replied as he took the pizza from his father. "How 'bout a nice and juicy salad?" he said with a smirk.
The sheriff huffed at that but nodded anyways. He wasn't even that hungry, he just wanted to spend time with his son. Stiles grinned at his dad and got up to start making him a salad.
"How was work?" he asked over his shoulder. The sheriff huffed and ran his hands over his face.
"The usual. Still trying to find that damn robber from the liquor store last week. The video footage is garbage, so we have nothing to go on."
"Don't worry, you'll get him. He's no match for Robocop!" Sheriff chuckled lightly. "Am I supposed to be Robocop in this scenario?"
Stiles walked over and placed the bowl in front of his dad. "Of course! And you know why you're Robocop? Because you are eating all these healthy things."
The sheriff rolled his eyes. He drew a breath in prepared with a response but it got caught in his throat when he saw his son's wrist. The sleeve of Stiles' shirt slid up as he placed the plate in front of his father, revealing a large bruise wrapped around his wrist. The sheriff grabbed Stiles' hand before he turned away and looked at his wrist with a deathly glare.
"Stiles, who did this?" His father looked at Stiles with anger in his eyes. He was almost too calm which made Stiles panic even more. Stiles searched his mind for a plausible excuse.
"Oh, that's nothing. My hand just got caught in a door." His voice shook as he answered and gave a nervous laugh while his dad still griped his hand. But the sheriff only narrowed his eyes.
"Stiles stop bullshitting me! Who did this?" The sheriff shouted, causing Stiles to flinch. Then a thought crossed the sheriff's mind and his voice got real low. "Is this the same person who hurt you before?"
Stiles was starting to freak out a little. He was not prepared for his dad to find out. His mind was racing a mile a minute and he kept wishing that he had just gone to bed instead.
"No, it wasn't him." Stiles replied, almost out of breath. He pulled his hand away from his father and pulled the sleeve back down. The sheriff wiped his hand over his face, letting his anger drain out of him.
"Was it someone at school? Are you getting bullied?"
"No, I swear it was just an accident." Stiles said a little too quickly. The sheriff looked at his son with worried eyes. He examined his face and noticed how ragged his son looked. He wasn't stupid, he knew that something was going on.
"Stiles, you are only hurting yourself by protecting them."
Stiles ran his hand over his head nervously. "I'm not protecting anyone! I swear it was an accident." That time, Stiles could hear the lies in his voice. He wasn't convincing his father, let alone himself.
The sheriff let out a heavy sigh and stood up. "Stiles, I'm not stupid. I know something is wrong. Why won't you let me help you?"
Stiles lowered his head and fidgeted with his sleeves. He felt so bad lying to his dad all the time. He knew he only wanted to help. But what could Stiles say? That werewolves keep jumping him and he is silently going insane?
"You can't help me, dad." And for once, Stiles was being honest. His voice was so quiet that his dad barely heard him, but he heard it. The sheriff slowly began to unravel his hard exterior and sadness flooded his heart. He walked over to Stiles and pulled him into a tight hug. Stiles squeezed back and buried his face in his father's shoulder. The sheriff let out a ragged breath.
"I can't bury you Stiles. I can't…" he let a few tears slide down his cheeks. Stiles had not seen his dad cry since his mom died, and it terrified him that he was crying now. But more than that, it made him feel like garbage. He was putting his dad through so much without realizing it. Stiles' heart clenched and he let a few tears slip away.
"I'm sorry, dad. I'm so sorry."
They stood like that for a while longer until Stiles pulled away and said he was tired. The sheriff could only nod and he sat back down at the kitchen table. Stiles hesitantly walked back up to his room and shut the door. He knew his dad would be taking out the whisky tonight. And that made Stiles cry a little more.
There you go! I'm sorry all my chapters are so short, but it's all I can muster at this time! And idk if papa stilinski was out of character or not, but I just needed an emotional scene between them. And I SWEAR Stiles will eventually be happy! Oh, and at the end, I don't want you to think that papa is an abusive alcoholic. I just wanted to emphasize the point that Stiles hated that his dad drank to ease his pain. Anyways, feel free to comment!