Arrows To Ashes ➳ Stiles Stilinski [4]

Fool Me. Fine.

I opened the door to the empty and dark house I once called home. Until I was moving from countries daily.

"Dad?" I half-yelled looking around.

He was meant to be home. With all the late-night shifts he wasn't exactly used to sleeping at night. Which was bad when he was home at night and I was 'sleeping'.

Scott was revising for the PSAT's while Stiles and Malia were with Derek to see what went down with Braden and Satomi's pack.

Chances are they'd be home in about five minutes to get sleep for tomorrow. She seems to sleep over a lot.

My window opposite his isn't exactly ideal.

"Dad you home?!" I yelled searching around the empty house.

It was empty until I found half a bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter. My hand reached onto the ring dagger placed on my hip.

This is how every horror movie goes.

I heard heavy breathing from the living room and took the knife out of its holder keeping it in my grip. Someone broke into the wrong house.

I'm gonna die. There's gonna be a demon robber telling me to get out of my house.

I'm gonna be stabbed to death. As long as I get a cool death I don't mind.

They should try next door in the room opposite mine. Hopefully, they find a werecoyote and a skinny defenceless Stiles and brutally harm them.

I hid behind the side of the living room door and eased my way in. I placed my hand on the light switch expecting to see a strongly built robber about to kill me.

I wish it was that.

Instead, I found Nathan Jenson passed out on the couch with an empty vodka bottle rolled onto the floor as well as the Sheriff departments case files.

And letters of bills and receipts.

I'm guessing he got tired of whiskey.

I placed my ring dagger back and sighed staring at the mess on the floor. Some sheets were drowned in vodka and the smell was getting worse.

I bent down and cringed at the stench of vodka. I peered down at the bills staring at them.

No wonder he was working his ass off. He was drinking through his money.

I felt my throat become tight as I stared at him and finally decided to throw a blanket on top of his Still body.

"You were doing so good Dad."

I choked down my tears and placed my hand on my head trying to get rid of the constant pounding in my head.

I let out a shaky breath and tried cleaning up the mess in front of me without crumbling into pieces.

Everything was a mess. I didn't expect it to be this messy. God, why was everything so messy.

I reached into my pocket calling the only person I could think of. I knew it was a bad idea and that I was going to regret it.

But it was the only person I could call.

"Hello?" I heard Malia's voice through the other end. "Is anyone there? It's Stiles's phone."

I froze not replying. But I think she knew who it was by the familiar sound of my shaky breathing.

"Skyler? Is that you?" She asked. "If I hurt your feelings by getting with Stiles I heard I should say I'm sorry. You happy?"