I just wanted to say, there was a guest who gave a review about me making stupid mistakes, and I just want to thank that person for pointing out the whole eye thing :D, I edited the story.
Also, I changed the last chapter, which said Stiles had been shot, but now it says he was in a car crash, because I change my mind easily. Anyway, enjoy...
The Night Before
accident
ˈaksɪd(ə)nt/
noun
An unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury.
"How was your day?" Asks the Sherriff, a little too eagerly as his son sets his bags down on the kitchen table
"Fine"
Is his immediate and rehearsed answer. You see, the Sherriff and his son have this routine; it's always fine, and never anything else, even if the other isn't fine. It's just what you're supposed to say, and you're not allowed to call each other out, just pretend you believe it.
The problem, however, was that the Sherriff didn't feel like white lies and acting anymore, he was tired of keeping everything behind carefully constructed walls. He was hoping this change of scenery would help ease the process of having the guards melt for both of them; but the Sherriff has never been a very patient person.
"Cut the crap" he decides to start with, and his son's head snaps round so quick, it should've given him whip lash, "I actually want to know how your day has been"
"I said fine" is the guarded response, a warning flashing in his son's tone, which goes ignored, obviously.
"We both know you're not fine"
It's been so long since the Sherriff has had to deal with his son's emotions.
"No, I think we both know you're not fine." And just as long since his son has had to deal with his dad's.
"I think we're both not fine" The Sherriff decides, rubbing his hand across his forehead.
"I think we want to be fine" Says his son, who takes a seat across from him around the dining table.
The Sherriff doesn't know how to describe it, but he knew, in that moment, they'd both agreed that for the first time in 8 years, they were going to talk without pretending everything's okay.
"I'm sorry" Was the first thing the Sherriff choked out, a huge sigh escaping his lips as he poured his guilt into those two words. They were the wrong things to say.
"You have nothing to be sorry for" Came the shocked whisper, and it was so sure that it hurt the Sherriff's heart all the more.
"Of course I do, all this..." the Sherriff paused to glance up at his sons expectant gaze "...this is me. I'm the one who wasn't home that day... I'm the one who couldn't protect you" Of all the reactions he expected, the Sherriff did not expect the furious glare his son delivered then and there.
"How dare you. How dare you" he hissed; whiskey eyes alight with rage and disbelief "I'd rather you abandoned me and moved to England then have you in that house on that day." The young Stilinski began, "You can't just say those things to me and expect me to love you more for wanting to end up like me or mom" The Sherriff flinched furiously
"That's not what I meant, I just feel like I failed you"
"You're not a failure dad" came his sons' gentle voice
"Yes I am" was the firm reply "I failed because I don't even know who you are. I don't even know my own son."
"Of course you do" he was assured
"No I don't!" The Sherriff raised his voice defiantly "We put up these walls to protect ourselves from having to see each other's pain! And this whole time we've been doing it all wrong, because we're not protecting anyone, we're just damaging ourselves! I WANT TO KNOW YOU! ALL OF YOU!"
"You think you've got everything figured out! You think it's as simple as that! You can't spend 8 years building up walls only to let them fall down at the blink of an eye! I DON'T EVEN WHO I AM ANYMORE, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SHOW YOU?!"
"We can do it together" The Sherriff tried
"No we can't. We don't even know where to begin!"
"Please, Just listen to me"
"NOTHING YOU SAY WILL CHANGE ANYTHING!" His son shouted "NO MATTER WHAT YOU TELL ME I'LL ALWAYS BE THE SAME STILINSKI WITH THE FUCKED UP FACE AND THE DAMAGED FEELINGS! YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ME DAD; I'M A PIECE OF SHIT!" The teen's breath was coming out ragged and wheezy
"Son, calm down, you'll hurt your lungs. Please don't be angry"
"I AM NOT ANGRY! I AM IN PAIN! AND YOU DID THIS TO ME! THE ONE PERSON WHO'S NOT SUPPOSED TO LOOK AT ME AND NOT SEE DISABILITY! YOU COME UP TO ME TO TELL ME I'M NOT FINE, WELL GUESS WHAT, I KNOW I'M NOT FINE, I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN I'M NOT FINE! THE BULLIES AND THE THERAPISTS AND THE TEACHERS KNOW I'M NOT FINE, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE WHO THINKS I'M OKAY!
BUT I'M JUST NOT"
And then his son storms out with one last burst of energy, the door slamming behind him, and all the Sherriff can think is how his son hates him.
Stiles
He runs to his jeep hurriedly, cramming the keys into the ignition and twisting it frantically until he hears the whirr of his engine.
Breathe Breathe Breathe breathebreathebreathebreathebreathICAN'TBREATHE
Gulping air greedily, a bead of sweat crawling down his neck, Stiles shakes his head lightly to get rid of the little black dots, which proceeded in worsening his growing head ache.
Focus Focus Breathe BreathebreathebreathebreathebreatheYouHaveToBreathe
Adjusting the gear and mumbling pathetically to himself, Stiles steered himself onto the road and began driving aimlessly.
I shouldn't have shouted he thinks to himself now I'm wheezing like an asthmatic.
He's in shock, Stiles knows this, but for some reason it doesn't register. He also knows this shouldn't be something worth going into shock about, but Stiles' has just lost the only somewhat stable thing he's managed to hold onto in his life, and he'll never be able to look his father in the eye ever again.
So distracted by everything, Stiles didn't see the road he had managed to find himself on, or the truck.
Scott POV Now
He hadn't meant to see the memory, he had been trying to leech the pain by placing his hand on the injured teens neck, god know everyone was getting tired of the constant screaming, but when he had placed his hand on Stiles' skin, the amount of pain had set his instincts haywire, and his claws came out on their own.
Now Scott had done two things to Stiles' he never would have done without asking permission. The first had been on the side of a road where Stiles lay, even more mangled than usual, having been hit by a truck, and Scott had without hesitation bit him.
It had been a stupid decision, I mean, what was he thinking? But at the time, all Scott was thinking about was keeping Stiles alive. The truck driver had suffered also, a few broken bones and a punctured spleen, but nothing as bad as Stiles' , who would've died. Scott made the right decision.
Hadn't he?
Thank you for reading all the way to the end! You have surpassed all my expectations.
