Aleatha

After Stiles gave me the directions to his house I left the school parking lot and headed for his house. When I pulled in front of his house and parked I frowned. It was dark and it was clear no one was home. There wasn't a single soul in that house. I looked back at Stiles. He was still awake, but I could see that the toll of taking a life was still affecting him.

"Stiles?" I saw a tear stream down his face.

I reached back and gripped his chin gently. I made him look at me. I saw shake and guilt all over his face.

"Let's get you inside, Stiles." He nodded and I climbed out of his Jeep.

I leaned the driver seat forward and helped Stiles out of the jeep. I wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and closed the door to his Jeep. I walked with him to the door and then started looking through his keys.

"Stiles, which key is the one to the door?" Instead of answering he took the keys from me.

He unlocked the door and opened it. He walked inside and dropped his keys on a small table. Then he started walking towards the hallway.

"Stiles?" He didn't respond and just continued walking.

I didn't want to cause issues with his father, but I wasn't going to leave him alone. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I slipped my shoes off and followed in the direction Stiles went. I eventually found him in his room. He was standing in the middle of the room holding something in his hands. I walked over to him and saw he was holding a picture.

"Stiles?" His body started trembling.

I looked down at the picture and saw a woman and a little boy in a hospital. I figured the boy in the photo was him and the woman was his mother. I saw teardrops start hitting the glass covering the picture. I looked up at Stiles.

"She would be so ashamed." I took the photo from his hands and set it down.

I pulled him into my arms.

"No she wouldn't, Stiles. You were in danger and you aren't to blame. She would never be ashamed of you, Stiles. Come on, sweetheart, let's get you into bed." He looked so hopeless.

I guided him to his bed and made him sit down. I walked over to his dresser and found a set of pajamas. I grabbed them and turned around. He was looking down at the floor. I set his clothes down next to him on the bed.

"Stiles?" He looked up at me.

I could see the fear in his eyes. I took his hands in mine.

"Stiles, you are a survivor. A fighter. You didn't kill that boy because you wanted to. You killed him because you had to. You are not evil and your mother would never ever be ashamed. Her little boy is alive and that's all she would care about. Now," I let go of his hands, "do you want help getting changed or can you do it yourself, Stiles?"

He looked ashamed, "I don't want you to be ashamed for being traumatized by what happened tonight. I'm here if you need help, so just ask okay?"

Tears gathered in his eyes and he nodded leaning into me. I rested my cheek against his head.

"Alright, Stiles. Let's get you dressed and into bed." I moved quickly.