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Melissa POV:
Melissa McCall was freaking out.
One moment she's doing laundry, the next she's calling 911 after Stiles hung up on her, but not before she heard a man yell at the top of his lungs at Stiles.
She wasn't sure who it was, because the phone must've fallen down somewhere during the struggle between Stiles and the man, and she really couldn't make out more than blurred sounds. They didn't sound good though.
Right before the call was ended she heard Stiles scream in agony. At that moment her blood had run cold.
So she had immediately called 911, telling them to send police, firemen and paramedics to Sheriff Stilinski's address.
And now all she could do was wait until Scott came home from school, and try to explain what happened. She had tried to call the Sheriff's office, just to make sure John knew something was up, but deputy Jordan Parrish had told her John hadn't come to work at all that day.
She knew something was really, really wrong. She felt it in her bones. She has had a somewhat motherly feeling towards Stiles since his mother died, and right now all her senses were screaming that she had to protect him.
Finally Scott came home, running inside, laughing about some crazy story he was going to tell his mother, but as soon as he saw her face he stopped dead in his tracks.
'Mom? What's wrong?' he asked innocently.
She honestly didn't know what to say. So she told him to get in the car, and she just drove as fast as she could.
When she arrived, she had expected something like a bloodbath, or a body bag being moved into an ambulance by paramedics. But there was no one.
No police cars, no crime scene lint, nothing. The house looked really calm.
She took a deep shuddering breath, and just as she was about to get out of the car, a familiar ringtone went off. The one with which this whole day had started in the first place.
It was deputy Jordan Parrish, he called her himself to bring her ''the good news'' , that no one had been trying to hurt Stiles, and John was home having a long talk with his son about prank calls. She didn't want to believe it in the first place. It took her a minute before she realized she actually didn't believe it.
So she decided to check up on Stiles anyway, she practically already stood in their front yard. Pulling a still very confused Scott with her, she run up to the front door. After two times of ringing the doorbell she decided to knock on it a few times.
Okay. Maybe she'd already knocked about a hundred times before the door was finally opened.
She didn't know what she had expected, but certainly not the sight that greeted her.
As soon as the door was opened Stiles almost literally jumped into her arms, an angry looking John on his heels. Stiles quickly put his arms around her waist, as if he was afraid she would let him go.
'Woah, Stiles buddy, are you okay?' Scott asked, concern evident in his voice.
Exchanging a look with John, which immediately halted him, Melissa held Stiles at arms length. She was shocked to see the state of his face. A dark purple bruise covered the left side of his face, he had a split lip, and a stream of blood was flowing freely from his nose. As he swayed on unsteady feet, she noticed he had scrapes all over his forearms, like he had tried to crawl away from something. Or someone.
His right arm also was in a bad shape, at the lower arm he had bruises in the form of fingers, like someone had squeezed full force. Only by looking at it she knew at least two bones were broken. His glassy eyes tried to focus on her face, but kept spacing out. He probably had a concussion. Forcing her gaze back to John, she saw he had blood on his fist. The evidence was overwhelming, but she still hoped there was a logical explanation for all of this. After all, John was a very close friend, not a child abuser. He was a good father, wasn't he?
'John!' she snapped. 'What. the. hell. happened!?' she asked, beyond angry, especially after Parrish had told her John himself had told them everything was fine, and that Stiles was alright.
Stiles didn't seem alright to her. He had started to sob, and his breathing became very erratic. Scott recognised the signs of a panic attack, and pulled Stiles with him in the direction of the car, which seemed like a very safe haven right now. He was scared by the sight of the Sheriff, no, Stiles' dad, and decided to let the adults finish the conversation.
As soon as they were gone, John sighed and sat down in the doorframe.
'I can't do this anymore!' he slurred, obviously intoxicated. 'Take the brat, i don't want to have anything to do with him.'
She sighed, looked back at the car, and made a decision.
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Meanwhile Scott had managed to calm down Stiles, and he sighed as Stiles fell asleep, head on his lap. He would've teased Stiles with this later, if this wouldn't have been such a serious situation.
He wondered what had happened in that house, why his mom was so agitated the moment he came home from school, and most of al if Stiles was gonna be okay.
Where was he going to live if he couldn't stay with his dad?
As Melissa walked back up to the car, he shook Stiles awake. Stiles whimpered as he saw his father stand up in the doorframe, scared he was coming this way.
But he didn't.
Melissa opened the car door and got in the car. While starting the engine she said four words. Four words that made Stiles let out a breath in relief. Four words that made Scott grin in satisfaction. His mom always got her way.
She said, 'Stiles, you're coming with us.'