So maybe John isn't just some abusive bastard. Maybe something's wrong with him? Stiles will soon find out...
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Stiles POV:
Stiles had been living with them for three weeks, when John came to pick him up. He didn't really know why, since John obviously hated him, but Melissa told him that John was busy working out his problems, and that it was for the best that Stiles lived with his father.
Stiles did want to live with him again, because he really missed his dad, and how things were before... He just wished his dad wanted Stiles to live with him too, but he had this feeling his dad was going to take revenge, on him telling Melissa and Scott about what happened.
So it wasn't that weird that he was really nervous when the doorbell rang, and John came inside. Only to spot Stiles sitting on the couch, his legs pulled up, and his head resting on his knees. His arms around his body like he was bracing himself for whatever danger came towards him.
John kneeled in front of him and made eye contact. Stiles did the same, only he was looking, searching for something in John's eyes. Something like shame, guilt or sadness for what he did to Stiles.
But al he could find was darkness.
Nothing had changed. Not like Melissa had told him. His dad was still not his dad.
He honestly didn't know what had changed, what had made his father behave so heartless, and cold?
Maybe it is your fault.
No. Stiles knew this was something else. Just because his father told him so, didn't mean it was true.
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On the way back home, Stiles could do nothing else than stare at his father through the rear view mirror.
Every time he looked up at his father again, he seemed to be staring back, not once looking at the road. Just constantly watching him.
He stared out the window, and once again wished his mother still lived. He just missed her so much, so much he still couldn't think about her without getting that suffocating feeling around his chest. He took in a deep breath, and decided it wasn't a good idea to get lost in thought.
He had bigger problems right now.
As the car pulled up into the driveway, John snarled at him that he had to pack his stuff, only the important things, and that they were leaving in an hour.
His heart started to beat faster, not knowing what was going to happen to him...
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A week later, and Scott still hadn't heard anything from Stiles. He didn't come to school, and he didn't pick up his phone. Melissa had tried to call Sheriff Stilinski, but without result. Melissa even asked deputy Parrish for more information, but all Parrish knew was that John had taken leave. Which meant he wasn't coming back to work.
So using his last resort, Scott decided to walk to Stiles' house.
It wasn't empty, like some part of Scott's brain had told him it would be. In fact, it looked like all furniture was still in place. Which was weird if the Stilinski family actually moved. Shouldn't they have said goodbye? Or at least take the furniture with them?
Nothing made sense in Scott's mind anymore. He really had tried everything, but if the Stilinski's didn't want to be found, he would do the only thing that was left for him to do.
He moved on.