11. I tripped and fell [for you] pt.1

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I'm not even going to apologise cause it won't mean anything. I'm the worst at updating this. But I do try my best. My life has been messy, especially now with covid. But I won't drop this story even if it takes me a million years to finish it... that I promise.

~enjoy chapter 11~

No One's POV-

*Clattering*...

*Smash*!

The sound of glass hitting the floor and shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, woke Stiles from his peaceful sleep.

"what was that..." Stiles grumbled and rubbed his tired eyes. he peered over at the clock and read 4:38 am.

"whos making noise at 4 in the morning" Stiles fell out of bed and nearly face-planted trying to find his way to the door, in the dark.

"Dad?" Stiles leaned against the kitchen door frame, rubbed his eyes one more time to put the world into focus, and looked down to see his father attempting to pick up shards of broken glass. Had he been drinking again? Stiles wondered. His eyes looked at the bench and were relieved to find a bottle of juice from the fridge...not whiskey. Stiles knelt and laid a hand on his father's shoulder.

"Dad" Stiles took a deep breath and sighed, looking at the mess his sleep-deprived dad had made" you should go to bed, it's nearly 5 am"

"Already?" Noah was being frantic trying to pick up all the shards, he looked up at Stiles and found peace looking into his son's eyes...they were just like his mothers. a beautiful Whiskey brown. When he lost his wife he had drowned himself in alcohol...whiskey...just like her eyes. but Noah realised his alcoholism was hurting his son and so he had quit years ago. "ah!" Noah glanced at his finger and saw he had cut it on a piece of glass.

"jeez...dad..you should be more careful" Stiles helped his father stand up and patched up his finger before sending him off to bed.

"but the mess" Noah reached for the broom as Stiles was pushing him out of the kitchen.

"don't worry. ill clean it. you go to bed"

and so Noah listened to Stiles and went to bed.

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Stiles's POV-

I swept up all the glass I could and decided I would come back in the morning...heck it already was morning...I decided I would vacuum what glass was left later today. for now, I'm going back to bed. I turned off the dining room light and went to slip off my no doubt, now glass filled slippers when I caught a light coming from the table in the corner of my eye. Dads work Laptop was on...' no...I shouldn't...' there's no harm in peeking, right '.

carefully walking over to the dining table I sat down and took a peek at...maybe everything.

firstly I noticed a file. with 'victim' scribbled in red on the front.

name: ***** ********

sex: M

age: 21

height: 5, 7

It said his previous crimes were. shoplifting, providing alcohol to minors, that crime seemed to be recent. underage drinking etc. The photo of the man looked vaguely familiar to me... I'd never seen him before that I can remember. Though it was almost like I knew his silhouette...I suddenly remembered that night at the party. I couldn't see his face in the dark but I could see the silhouette of the man...it couldn't be, I'm imagining things.

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