Teen Wolf Stiles Stilinski x reader

Two Is A Coincidence

Stiles POV

I open my eyes, hoping that I just had a nightmare only to see myself still in a cell. I'm locked in here, inside the Sheriff's station and I think there are a few hours until the sun comes up and my dad should come. I see a window on the other side of the room and can see the moon clearly. It's a full moon, I hope Isaac and Scott are doing ok. I can hear the distant screams of people in this place and it reminds me of Eichen house. They had cells and walls just like these, and it was always freezing. It was dark and you would be starving for half the day. 

That place was meant to help me overcome my PTSD but instead, it made it worse. I can recall so many bad memories from there, well except meeting Malia that helped me escape. Luckily I did, I probably would have lost my mind and tried to harm myself. I saw multiple people kill themselves right in front of me and I couldn't handle it anymore.

"It's time for therapy group Stiles," I hear a voice whisper and I flinch.

"What?"

"Tell me your problems and I'll listen." I recognize the voice as the Nogitsune.

"Go away!"

"I'm always listening." He lets out a little snicker, "You sound just like Brooklyn when you yell out in fear like that."

"What did you just say?"

"She saw everything. I made her feel the same thing you felt during your night terrors until she started to scream and cry-"

"Shut the fuck up!"

*******

I wake up to the sounds of guards walking past me and I see my dad.

"Dad!" I get his attention and he looks at me.

"Hey son, you're awake. Now before you start to ask any questions, I am not allowed to free you at the moment, but I promise I will get you out of this mess."

"Y-you believe me right? I didn't kill her it was a misunderstanding."

"Of course you didn't! My son? Pfft. Brooklyn explained everything rather calmly. I find it quite strange really. I would have expected her to have gone crazy and follow me back here, she didn't come try to find you did she?"

"No, but it's for the best."

He opens his mouth to speak when an officer walks in, "Stiles Stilinski, you're going to have to come with me."

He handcuffs my hands and unlocks the cell, guiding me to the interogation room. We sit inside and the man stares at me but I look around the room, avoiding eye contact. I notice his badge which shows, 'M.Johnson.' 

"Stiles?" He asks.

"Johnson?" I reply, in the same tone.

"So, I figure that you know exactly why you are here."

"No, not really. I was hoping you would tell me," I say sarcastically. 

The man sighs and stands up, "Listen kid, dont act smart with me. You were accused of murder, and if I were you, I would admit the truth right now rather than deny it."

I look up at him, "How am I going to deny something that I didn't do? Got any suggestions?" I look at the two way mirror that I know obviously have other officers looking at me. "How about you guys over there? Got any ideas on how to get out of this situation?"

Johnson slams his hands harshly on the table, "Quiet! God, do you always talk this much?"

"Yeah I get that a lot, ask anyone. While you're at it, you can ask everyone that was at the incident to tell you who the real murderer is."

"And who might that be?"

"Noone saw him- or her."

"Then how do you expect me to believe that at the scene of her death, and your old friend Liam's-"

"Dont say his name."

"At the scene of both those crimes, the officers found you with there blood on your hands. Literally."

"I was in a state of panic. Liam died in my arms!"

"Ok Im sorry about your friend's death. That incident was tragic Stiles. But a second time? You cant tell me that's just a coincidence!"

"That incident has nothing to do with this. This time was just a coincidence, it's on the third time that you start to realise that there is a-"

"A pattern. You are just like your father, did you know that?"

I scoff, "Do you know that because you stalk him, or do you spend your free time interrogating him too?"

"Enough!"

His face turns red and he sits down, I chuckle to myself and sit upright, looking him straight into his eyes. "You dont scare me," I whisper. "You can yell all you want, and think you can get me to speak because of that badge you have on but I know you dont have the right to make me do or say anything. You can stop trying now, because you know that deep down... you have no evidence that shows me taking part in that homicide."

He glares at me and walks out leaving me tied to the table. My arms get goosebumps and my arm hairs are sticking up from how cold it is in here. I wait in here for what feels like only a few minutes before he walks back in. He takes out a key and unlocks my mandcuffs, I rub my wrists which are red from how tight they were. 

"Your'e free to go Stilinski."

"R-really?"

"You were right. We cant keep you in here, not unless we have proof."