Arrows To Ashes ➳ Stiles Stilinski [4]

Move Away

I held the box in my hand labelled purses. Lydia had given me an 'until next time' present. She had no idea she still had this many and they were all the French were talking about.

I'm sure Isaac will love having these about.

Now I was at the station. Lydia and Stiles were with Sheriff discussing how they found out Lydia's dead grandmother is not as dead as we thought.

And is playing us all by being the benefactor.

If I meet her I'm going to first thank her for thinking I valued that much. Seriously I wonder why I haven't been killed off yet.

Dad and I are discussing everything. The bills, how to make it not look like he's been living in a dump, the alcohol and my favourite. mom.

"I can help pay," I was persistent while chasing him around the station. "Mom saved my college funds. Use that. I could sell the weapons equipment I'm licensed to. Argent could help and I help him with deals. In my opinion, it's about time I started to get paid. Or I could–"

"No," he simply said raising his hands. "You're leaving tomorrow evening and that's it. I will be fine."

"You're a borderline alcoholic struggling to pay his bills," I whisper-yelled toning down my voice. "Please, Dad. I can't keep leaving you like this."

"But you will because you have to," he sighed as I followed his trail. "It's just a rough spot right now for me but I'll get over it. Go to France and live your life kid. I'm definitely not letting you stay in this place."

"You used to like this place," I said in confusion.

"Before I realised how much my only daughter was putting her life at risk. At every moment," he was now staring at the Sheriff's office where Lydia and Stiles stood in a serious conversation with Sheriff. "What's that about?"

"Life and death stuff," I answered vaguely and he narrowed his eyes at me. "It's complicated. Look that's not the point. You are in debt. Your drinking. I'm leaving. Do we not see an issue here?!"

"Yes. You've not left yet," he stated attempting to push me in the direction of the door.

Not happening. "What if you begin cooking again?! We know how bad that goes. And what if Lydia wants to cry about how much she misses me in my room but your there already crying because your drunk so everything becomes awkward!"

"You need to get the hell out of here," he groaned massaging his temples.

"I can't. Bills need to be paid. You need to stop drinking. We still need to have a proper conversation other than, hey kid how is life other than being a weird freak who burns?" I did his whole grumpy voice.

It was a great impression.

"And I reply with oh it's great Dad. I'm leaving anyway so no need to worry about if I'm gonna stay long enough to be getting myself killed!"

"Skyler Jenson," oh he's using my full name. "Go."

"I can't," I sighed staring at Sheriff's office. "Lydia's my ride." I lifted the heavy boxes of purses.

I stared at Stiles who still had his serious face on. I'm gonna miss how hot that looks. Shut up Sky.

But I'm gonna miss regretting that I didn't mention it to him too. Stopping right now would be great.

I'm not gonna miss these useless purses though.

"But you live right next to Stiles," he muttered and I gave him a sharp nod.