"Stiles, open the door." Dad replied softly on the other side of the door but I remained silent. "I know you're in there and I realize that you're pissed at me but you can't lock me out."
I knew I was being absolutely childish but I didn't care. "I just did.. Just go leave me alone. Scott and everyone else are going against me, I shouldn't be too surprised that my father is doing the same!"
John cussed outside the door a little longer before he headed downstairs and I curled myself up in bed. Closing my eyes I dozed off quickly, happy that I had found some way to get the rest that I definitely needed. I had hoped to get at least a couple more hours of some much needed sleep but hours later I had been woken up.
My breath was extremely labored and I could here Dad on the other side of the door talking to somebody over the phone. "He's in there and he's having a nightmare. Yes, the door's locked. Stiles was pissed at me. Would you please come over? Maybe…"
He didn't need to call anybody I thought to myself as I got up from bed and unlocked the door to my small bedroom. Peeking out, I watched silently as Dad paced the narrow hallway with his favorite plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. His hair stuck up in every other direction. Walking out of my small room, I trekked downstairs to the kitchen ignoring Dad's footsteps following my every move. I pulled out a box of Captain Crunch and a jug of milk. As I started to eat my improv meal, Dad cleared his throat.
"Stiles," The sheriff let out a huge sign before continuing. "are you okay? I woke up to yelling in your sleep. I tried to get in to help you but you kept me locked out."
I mumbled 'yes' quietly, now pushing away the other half of the cereal that I hadn't eaten. Getting up, I was leaving the room when my dad gripped my bicep. "Don't do this Stiles. What happened to the person that never ran away from a situation or challenge no matter how difficult?" I didn't reply and he continued. "I see you running away from every problem that comes your way. What happened? It can't just be what happened with the lacrosse team. You're keeping a lot from me lately and I'm sick of it. You're giving up on everything."
"No, it's not just that but right now I don't want to talk about let alone think about it. Please, I'm sorry that I'm letting you down but I-I just can't."
Dad then just let me go, and as our eyes met, we both had an understanding. When I was ready to accept things, I had to talk to him about this stuff. Stumbling up the stairs, I walked into my room to find a dark silhouette of guy by my window. Slowly grabbing my bat that laid haphazardly against my desk, I slowly approached the man. "Stiles put down the bat."
It was Derek, now what could he possibly want? I thought to myself.
