Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Forty Seven

"You're doing what?" I shouted. My dad stood across from me in our living room with his arms crossed.

"Y/n, I'm just trying to he—"

"Uh— Who are you trying to help again? Oh that's right. Literally no one!" I shouted. Scott joined me. A day ago Stiles had told me everything about his dad, and how they're handing cases over to my dad. He was trying to push Mr. Stilinski out of a job.

"I can't believe you'd do this to my best friend!" Scott yelled as well. We stood together, one angry unit in all of our rage. Our father looked at us with shock.

"I'm not doing anything to your friend— I'm doing my job," he countered.

"Your job sucks!" Scott snapped. Mom walked through the door, looking at us frantically. Our dad sighed, looking between the two of us.

"Some days, I can't argue that."

"Uh— Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?" Mom asked. I looked at her with rage in my eyes.

"He's trying to get Stiles' dad fired!" I exclaimed. Our dad shook his head.

"No, that's not true—"

"What are you doing?" Mom asked. He sighed.

"Conducting a case for impeachment." Our dad ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at Mom.

"That sounds a lot like getting him fired," Mom said, unfazed.

"The lack of resolution and ability to close cases is what's going to get him fired. My job is just to collect the information, and it's the job my superiors have given me," he responded. I scoffed, and he looked at me with soft eyes.

"No way— There is a clear conflict of interest. And if you think for one second I'm letting that go, you're in for a rude awakening," I seethed. Mom looked at me proudly, and then back at our father.

"Your job sucks," she said simply. We looked over to Scott who had grown silent. I saw his claws started to come out. I looked at my mom with panic.

"Scott— Sweetheart, calm down," she said. I glared back at our father, and he looked at us with confusion. I began to lead them away. Mom talked Scott through it as we got to a space away from Dad.

"Let it go. Just breathe, and let it go," Mom said.

"I'm trying," Scott said. Mom took his hands.

"You told me you and Stiles learned a way to control this. You find an anchor, right? Find your anchor," she said. I put my hand on his forehead, and I closed my eyes. My veins glowed a goldish color, and I heard my Mom gasp. I opened my eyes, as I felt Scott had returned to a calm state. I stumbled back, hitting the wall.

"Honey, are you alright?" Mom asked me, rubbing my back. I nodded, exhausted. Scott looked at Mom with pained eyes.

"My anchor was Allison— I don't have Allison anymore," he said sadly. I patted his arms.

"Then be your own anchor... Sweetheart, let me tell you something no teenager ever believes, but I swear to you is the absolute truth— You fall in love more than once. It'll happen again. And it'll be just as amazing and as extraordinary as the first time. And maybe, just as painful. But, it will happen again, I promise. And, until then, be your own anchor," Mom said. I gave her a pointed look, and she sighed.

"Or, find yourself a Stiles, and you'll be fine," she said. I smiled lightly, and Scott groaned, touching his head.

"I have Stiles already," he said. He looked up at me and back to Mom for a second. "Oh— Oh I see," he said awkwardly. I chuckled. My phone rang and I checked it. Stiles was there to pick me up. I gave our Mom a look.