blue. [stiles stilinski]

[six] im sorry

I dig my head harder into my knees, starting to see stars as i subconsciously beg the universe to make him leave me alone. Suddenly, i feel his warm hand on my lower back, his thumb slowly stroking back and forth. I freeze, lifting my head to look up at him, he looks different. Stiles' usual frown is plastered across his face, but it wasn't the one i'd become so accustomed to, the one that formed from hatred, this time it was different, almost one of concern.

The tears that had been threatening to release, finally spilled from my eyes and Stiles' hand moved his hand from my back to catch them gently with his thumb. To my astonishment, he seemingly pouts, his eyes scanning my face.

"I'm sorry Rue"

I feel as if my hearing has deceived me, as i process the words that have just escaped his mouth. I let them sink in as i look at him, noticing the beauty marks dotted across his face. "Rue?" he says, breaking the silence. I look up at him through my eyelashes, "you really do hate me dont you?" i whisper. His hand moves from my cheek to cup my chin, lifting my head up, whilst making no effort to move his eyes away from mine.

"Yes" he sighs, "but if i could explain, you'd understand"

"i wouldn't hurt you i promise." I try to say, but it comes out more as a choked plead, as a few more tears fall along my face. I watch as the muscles in his face tense up and he removes his hand from my chin, placing it on his lap.

"I don't know that Rue, i can't trust you that easily."

I don't understand, but i nod gently, wiping my puffy eyes as he watches my every movement. "You hurt me, you know?" i say staring at my lap. He changes his position and turns directly to me, a solemn look plastered across his face, "I know".

"No Stiles, you really hurt me" I repeat, his brows furrowing as he leans closer, urging me to continue.

"The day after the party you said something to me, something that i haven't been able to get out of my head since."

He cocks his head, staring at me intensely.

"You said, no wonder who ever was messaging me despises me", i look him in the eyes. "The person who was messaging me was my dad, and sometimes he gets angry and does things he doesn't mean, its not his fault i mean i don't really understand why he gets so violent with me sometimes, but-it-its not his fault."