John sat in his car his hands gripping the wheel tight as he thought about how he had failed his son. He cursed his self and everything under the sun and moon. He had seen but he had ignored just like with the daughter he'd failed. The picture of his wife and one of his kids were pinned to his visor so every time he pulled it down they were there smiling out at him. Now it only caused him pain. He had one family member left and now..now he was gone.
I remember looking up
To look up to him
And I remember most the time
He wasn't there
I'd be waiting at the door
When he got home at night
He'd pass me by to go to pass out in his chair
He could still remember Stiles and his sister when they were far littler and would wait by the door for him to come home. Stiles always asking him about the 'bad guys' while his daughter would have some new master piece to show him that she'd drawn or painted that day. Always covered in some kind of glitter and such if Marion hadn't had the chance to get her clean or it wasn't coming off as easy as they hoped but after their mother died..she stopped. She took care of the house and her brother. Only Stiles still greeted him at the door with a smile only to have it turn into a frown and sniffle when he'd pass him to go get a drink or to sleep.
And I'd say
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're swaying side to side
You're footsteps make me dizzy
And no matter how I try
I keep tripping and stumbling
If you'd look down here you'd see
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're leading me
He could still remember the first time he'd come home drunk. The fear his daughter showed as she scooped Stiles up in her arms and keeping him out of his way. There were several times that Stiles had followed his dizzying steps around the room, he'd tripped over him a few times before he started yelling. Making sure she kept him out of his way and quiet.
He stumbled in the gym
On graduation day
And I couldn't help but feel
So ashamed
And I wasn't surprised a bit
When he didn't stay
He stumbled out before they called my name
Stiles had expected so much from him and he field. He failed to be a good husband and father. Losing his wife to a disease he should have tried to stay strong for his children. Then his daughter he lost because he could see how much she needed him. She had no one but him and Stiles..he faintly recalled her boyfriend but she'd broken up with him to take care of Stiles. He knew she tried so hard to be a normal teenager but she hadn't been able to handle it. He had felt a fresh wave of guilt after her death when the announcements for her senior arrived in the mail. He had forgotten they had been ordered several months in advance. He nearly tossed them in the trash but they were the last pictures he had of his little girl he couldn't. He didn't even have any of Stiles now. All he had were the pictures she'd had take of them along with her announcements.
And I thought
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're swaying side to side
It's not just me who's watching
you've caught everybody's eye
And you're tripping and stumbling
and even though I've turned 18
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're still leading me
He had been driven through to the station with some many eyes watching him and he knew...he knew in a few hours they'd all know. How he failed as a parent. They showed him the texts, the pictures and the video's of his son. He was sick several times and he hated all the looks of pity everyone was giving him the entire time. He had been released since there was nothing that could be done not that night. He had a full bottle next to him on the seat but he couldn't touch. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the window was knocked on and his eyes widened at the sight of Peter Hale.
"We need to talk." Peter said his face grim.
The old mans still like he always was
But I love him anyway
If I've learned one thing from him
Its my kids will never have to say
"Peter..it's been a long time." John said as he slid out of the car.
"Not long enough if this is what makes us talk to one another." Peter replied trying to keep calm. "We both made our mistakes..and now you've done it again."
"You can not just blame me after what you did!."
"I wanted them safe! She was destroying herself, exhausting her self to take care of you and him and everyone else. You have not right to judge me for what I've done!" Peter snarled "We failed them. Your daughter and my son. And now..now we've failed again."
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're swaying side to side
You're footsteps make me dizzy
And no matter how I try
I keep tripping and stumbling
if you'd look down here you'd see
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're leading me
"John you know as well as I there is life beyond...more then just werewolves and other things that go bump in the night."
"You think he.."
"It would appears he left nasty little surprises for everyone. So I don't see why they wouldn't hang around to watch." Peter replied reaching into the car and pulling the picture of Stiles and his sister out.
"If..I can't face him."
"You're a coward. You didn't deserve Marion or your children." Peter replied as he turned to walk away.
Yeah walk a little straighter daddy
You're leading me
'So you can teach an old dog new tricks.'
"What was he talking about?" Stiles asked. "Dad knew! I've been killing myself try to keep it a secrete and protect him and he acted like he didn't believe me and he fucking knew!" he added with a yell.
"Why do you think he tried to lock me up? Why he listened to our clearly insane Grandfather about mother and us? He knew and he still tried to stifle our sparks.'
"I..damn it all to hell." Stiles muttered rubbing his face. "What do we do?"
"We're following Peter.'