Fading Memories - TW & TMR - Stiles /Thomas

5- I'm fine

"Okay, how about we go deeper now huh?", Agatha said.

Thomas got a shiver. He had a feeling he wasn't gonna like this part.

" so stiles, great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart. Never takes advantage of his talents.", Coach's voice was heard.

Most of them didn't understand where this was going.

Stiles with injuries on his face.

In his dad's voice, "You okaw, everyday I saw her dying on the hospital bed. You know everyday I thought how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own. This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life.", drink in his hand.

(A.N: I hate this scene. Literally the worst scene in tw. Like skipped the 1st time when I saw this. Then came to see again with tearful eyes)

Everyone was silent. Like not the best dad.....

They stared (glared) at Noah.
Noah turned his head on Stiles's side, " I- I didn- what"

"Dad...dad. It's okay. It was in Lydia's party, when she was compelled to drugged everyone. I h-hallucinated..... It", Stiles stuttered.

'So that is what he fears', everyone thought sadly.

Noah moved and hugged his son, "oh, Stiles....I would never.....after your mom died....you were the reason I remained still and looked after my self. Believe me if you weren't here, I wouldve......"

"Dad... It's okay. I understand.... I'm fine", Stiles eyes teared up.

" He was with Claudia in the waiting room with his head in his hands. "

To see own's mother dying in front of you... And...you can't do nothing...Top of that a small child.

"I'm listening. I have been listening!", his dad yelled.

" you Don't believe me. Mom would believe me."

Noah stopped, regretting.

Stiles said and left.

Noah winced seeing it.

Before he could say anything , Stiles stopped him, "Not your fault dad, I was frustrated "

"No! Stiles. Stop Blaming yourself. I should have...you were right..."

"Dad...."

"Thanks, Mom", Stiles said to Melissa as he was drugged in the hospital bed.

Stiles's eyes widened, " Melissa, sorry. I wasn't really think-"

Melissa put her hand on his shoulder, "Stiles. It's okay.....You are like my son. No....you are my son. I actually felt quite.....good....when you called it mom. You can call me now too", she hugged him. " if you want"

Stiles felt like really, "O-okay......Mom"

" I'm fine. You know except not sleeping. Jumpiness. the constant overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen."

"It's okay, dad. It's okay", Stiles with his injuries on face. " I said its okay ",he yelled.

" You were a hero"