Friday
For the first time since he moved in Stiles was alone in the huge house. The others were either working or just out. The house was freezing and he was sitting on the couch in the living room eating a bowl of cereal and watching TV. He jumped when there was a knock at the door. He only stared at it for a minute before sat his bowl down. Wrapping the blanket tighter around himself he walked up to the door and opened it without thinking. As soon as he opened the door he regretted it because standing in front of him was his dad. Who he hasn't seen in weeks. "Dad?"
"So this is where you've been hiding out huh." Frank said pushing Stiles back and coming into the huge house. He closed the door and locked it behind him. Looking around he smiled. "This is a nice little place you got here."
"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked stepping away from his father.
Frank smiled. "You really didn't think you could hide from me, did you?"
"You wanted me gone thats why I left." Stiles said. "Why are you here?"
"What have you been telling these people about me?" Frank said walking closer to him.
"I didn't tell them anything?" Stiles said.
Frank hit Stiles in the face. "Don't lie to me boy!"
Stiles fell to the floor, grabbing his face. "You had to tell them something because the fucking cops came to my house." He hit Stiles again. "Asking me questions about if I abused you. I lost my fucking job because everyone think I'm a fucking child abuser." He knelt down and grabbed Stiles by the throat. "You're coming back with me or I swear to god I will kill you."
"If you lay one more hand on him you'll live to regret it." Peter said.
Frank turned around to see a gun pointed at him. "This doesn't concern you."
"You're trespassing in my house so I have the right to shoot you." Peter said. "Get out of my house before I do."
Frank looked from Stiles to the man with the gun before heading to the door.
Peter stood at the door until Frank drove off. Closing the door he locked it and went over to Stiles. "Are you okay?"
Stiles sat up. "Yeah."
"Come on." Peter said helping him up and to the kitchen.
...
Stiles was sitting at the counter holding a ice pack on his face. "I'm so glad you showed up when you did."
Peter smiled. "Well I left some paperwork here and I was about to forget about it but something told me to come home."
"Why do you have a gun?" Stiles asked.
"This isn't the first time a family member has caused trouble." Peter said. "And I'm pretty sure it won't be the last."
"Is it that bad?" Stiles asked.
"The main one we been having problems with is Jackson's dad." Peter said. "When he gets drunk he ends up here."
"How does Jackson handle all this?" Stiles asked.
"Not good but he does." Peter said. "Um I'm going to call in because you shouldn't be alone."
Stiles nodded. "Okay."
Later that night
Stiles was half asleep in his bed when he heard his door open. A minute later he felt the bed dip in and a arm went around his waist. "I'm guessing you heard?" He asked not looking back.
"Yeah." Derek said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm okay." Stiles said turning onto his back.
Derek saw the bruise on Stiles eye. He softly traced the bruise with his finger. "Sorry I wasn't here." "It wasn't your fault." Stiles said. "I should have looked through the peep hole before I opened the door."
Derek sighed. "Well I'm off tomorrow so maybe we can do something together."
Stiles smiled. "What did you have in mind?"
Derek shrugged. "What do you want to do?"
"Go somewhere we can be alone." Stiles said. "Maybe a hotel or something, just us."
Derek smiled. "I like the sound of that."
"So can you stay here or are you going back to your room?" Stiles asked.
Derek leans down and kisses Stiles. "I can stay here with you." He laid back on his back and wrapped his arm around Stiles when he laid on his chest.
"Night." Stiles said.
"Night." Derek said back at him.
Early Saturday morning
Stiles got off the bed, careful not to wake Derek, and made his way downstairs. He found Danny watching TV and went over to him. "What are you doing up so early?"
"Hey." Danny said. "Jackson has a cold and he woke up with his snoring."
"I heard that but I didn't know it was Jackson doing it." Stiles said. He walked around and sat next to Stiles. "So what do you have planned for today?"
"We were just going sit around and do nothing." Danny said. "What are you going to do?"
"Derek and I are going to stay the night at a motel." Stiles said. "Just to be alone for a day."
"What?" Danny said. Who's idea was that?"
"Mine." Stiles said. "After yesterday I just wanted to get away."
Danny sighed. "Jackson and I use to do the same when he was upset and when he wasn't pushing away."
"Peter told me about how Jackson's dad and how he causes problems when he gets drunk." Stiles said.
"Yeah but he hasn't been here for months now." Danny said. "Maybe Jackson and I can have our own little getaway for a day."
Stiles smiled and went to the kitchen.
"So when are you guys leaving!" Danny yelled.
"In a few hours or whenever he wakes up." Stiles said making himself some cereal. "We were up pretty late last night."
"Yeah I heard." Danny said. "You're lucky his Uncle didn't hear anything because last time Jackson and I got caught it was so embarrassing."
Stiles smiled and rejoined Danny on the couch. "So what are you guys going to do there? Are you going to do what I think you are?"
"I'm not going to tell you that." Stiles said trying to hide the blush on his face.
Danny saw it and laughed. "Whatever you say." Going back to the TV.
Later that day
Stiles and Derek used one bag to pack a days worth of clothes he headed to the door.
"Have fun!" Danny said. He was lying on couch. His legs resting on Jackson's legs.
"We will!" Derek yelled back at him before leaving with Stiles.
Danny looked over at Jackson and smiled. "You know it sucks that you're sick because we have the house to ourselves. We probably would had hours alone."
Jackson groaned. "Don't remind me and its not funny."
Danny just laughed. "It's very funny actually."
A/N Thanks for reading and please review. The next chapter will be up soon.