𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟸𝟾《𝙸 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Derek" Stiles snaps, slapping the unconscious man "Derek!"

"Derek, come on" He groans, slapping him harder.

"Move" I demand, shoving the boy off the Hale man.

Stiles pulls himself to his feet as I crouch down next to Derek, grabbing his face and leaning down until our noses almost touch.

"Derek!" I scream as loud as I possibly can.

His eyes snap open and out of pure reflex, he grabs me by the throat.

"This is not how I imagined you choking me" I joke and the man realises that it's me, letting me go.

"Where is she?" He asks, looking around as Stiles gently pulls me up.

"Jennifer?" I reply "Gone, with my mom"

"She took her?" Derek asks in disbelief.

"Yeah. If that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay? So we gotta get you out of here" Stiles rants "The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out of here"

"Whoa. What about Cora?" Derek asks, pulling himself up.

"She's safe" I assure him "Now let's get you out of here"

❦ ❦ ❦

"Heads up, your dad's here" I hear Stiles whisper and I look at him in disbelief.

"Where?" I ask, sitting up straight in my seat.

"Behind you" He answers and I turn my head, spotting my father immediately.

He sees me and starts walking towards us, causing me to look down at my lap.

"A Stilinski at the centre of this whole mess. What a shocker" My father declares and I look up at him with a frown.

"Dad" I snap.

"It's nice to see you too, honey" He replies in a dismissive tone, making me roll my eyes.

"Think you can answer some questions without your usual level of sarcasm?" He asks Stiles.

"If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid" Stiles retorts and I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my smile.

"Where's your dad, and why has no one been able to contact him?" My dad asks, obviously annoyed by the boy's previous statement.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours" Stiles shrugs.

"Is he drinking again?" My dad then asks.

"What do you mean 'again'? He never had to stop" Stiles replies, looking irritated by the insinuation my father is making.

"But he did have to slow down" My dad states "Is he drinking like he used to?"

"All right, how about this? Next time I see him,  I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the whole alphabet. Start with F, end with U" Stiles rants in clear annoyance, starting to lose his temper.