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Disclaimer: I own lots of panda hats... but not Teen wolf.
My chest tightened with every passing moment as I slowly suffocated within my own worries. He knew. This would be the end of me. I bunched the end of my sleeve between my icy fingers, raising my arm quickly to wipe the window of the neatly written words. Looking around frantically, I grabbed the keys from my front pocket and shakily opened the door to my Jeep. Starting the thing felt impossible. I couldn't tell if it was the bitterness of the weather, or the fear rising within me that was making everything such a difficult task, but I needed to leave, and I needed to be quick about it.
Every little bump, every little thud, every little shadow put me on edge. I'm on a werewolf's hit list, and that is not where I need to be. I cranked up the engine and felt a wave of warmth wash over me as the heaters blanketed me with warm air. The feeling in my face and fingers began to return, but the sick feeling in my stomach only consumed me further.
"I'm going to be a dad. I'm going to be a dead dad. Oh god. I'm so sorry Allison."
Tears clouded my vision, but I quickly wiped them with an old napkin from some fast food restaurant. I need to be extra careful with my driving from now on. There are more important things than me coming into this world soon, and I need to be there to help them figure it out. My mind once again focused on the baby. On Allison. I'm not fit to be a father yet. I've never had much experience caring for other children, let alone my own. I will have to learn though, because soon enough, I will be raising a smaller copy of myself.
The wind began to pick up, the whistling filling my ears even over the radio. It was calming, but nothing could set my nerves at east at a time like this. I pulled into my neighborhood slowly, eyeing the houses that lined the street. The families that lived in them were unknown to me. I never put forth much of an effort to meet them, but I knew they were there. I finally met my driveway, parking my Jeep and resting my head on cold window beside me. How was I going to tell my dad that I got my girlfriend pregnant? Or that Scott was a man-dog who wanted to rip my throat out? My courage was almost non-existent, but it was enough to get me through the front door of the house. The smell of coffee wafted through the air, and the thudding of tiny paws against the floor made their way to me as my small dog greeted me excitedly.
"Stiles! Where have you been?" My dad asked curiously as he walked casually into the room. His eyebrows were raised questioningly, but the moment I tried to speak, the words caught in my throat and the only thing I was able to muster was a slight shrug. He looked down at the knees of my pants, staring at the mud stains I received from kneeling by my mother. He must have figured it out, because he simply took another sip of his coffee and sat down on the couch.
"Is there something on your mind kiddo? Something you wanna talk about...?" He asked in a softer voice. I couldn't look at him when he talked to me like that. I was afraid he would see something in my eyes, something I didn't want him to know just yet.
"N-nah dad. I uh... I'm gonna to take a shower. I'll see you in the morning. Night." I muttered as I stared at the worn floor boards, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. His eyes furrowed but relaxed again quickly, but I could tell he knew something was wrong.
"Ok son. Just uh, just call me if you need anything..."
I shook my head and raced up the stairs, quickly grabbing a towel from the linnen closet and making my way into the bathroom. The sink quietly dripped due to the age of the house, and the tiles beneath my feet quickly became covered in dirt and muck as I flung my shoes in random directions. I stripped myself of my clothes and walked towards the mirror, stopping suddenly to examine the boy looking back at me. It took several moments before I finally registered the fact that I was looking at myself. My nose was tinted red from the elements of the night, and the bags under my eyes were becoming more and more visible with every passing moment. The stress was eating me alive.
I stumbled over to the soap stained bathtub and twisted the nob just above it. Water poured out of the spout quickly, forcing droplets to fly in every direction, drenching the walls of the tub in the process. As soon as the water warmed enough to turn my fingers a soft tint of red, I climbed in and turned on the shower. Steam filled the air, and I shut my eyes, tilting my head back to relax for just a moment. The warmth eased my tensed muscles, and the fact that I could finally be alone without worry allowed a wave of calm to wash over me.
I took this time to think through my problems. I knew I needed to find somewhere for us to go, me and Allison. Somewhere where we could be safe from Scott. God knows what he's planning for me. His temper is a force to be reckoned with, and the fact that he has super strength and razor sharp teeth doesn't help at all. I had to make peace with him. For the sake of my child, and for Allison. I had to be a man about this, but I had no idea where to start.
I quickly washed my body and shut off the water, drying myself with the slightly bleach stained towel and made my way back to my room. My bed looked so inviting, but I wasn't ready to sleep yet. My stomach growled despite the nausea from my worries, but I didn't want to eat either. Nothing would satisfy me until I had a plan, but there would be no plans until I could concentrate, and unfortunately, my mind was set on sleep. I laid down on the soft matress that I was trying to avoid just moments before, and stared at the wall across from me. Thoughts flooded my mind once again, but soon my eyes began to grow heavy, and the blackness overcame me. Sleep was my only comfort at this point.
My dreams taunted me. Sweat trickled softly down my face and stained the pillow beneath me. There was crying, and screaming coming from every direction. The only one I could focus on was my own. My throat burned and pain emmited from every crevice of my body. I shot up quickly from my bed, grasping the sheets within a death grip as I searched the room frantically. There was nothing there. Just me and my heavy breathing. I realized then that there is no comfort at this point, not even my dreams are safe. There is only hope, and that is all I need.
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