Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Oxygen

This is the fourth time I've glared at Stiles as we attempt to creep back into my own home. Why?

Because we thought it was smart to drive an hour out of town to a small theatre that was putting on old movies. To be more specific they were playing Batman the Dark Knight.

And Stiles insisted we wouldn't be that late home. It's almost three in the morning.

And Dad was home. He switched his shifts so he was home. Hopefully, he was also sound asleep.

And we were not going to be dead by the end of tonight.

When there was another creak in the floorboards I stopped in place which made Stiles crash into my back because he was in his world and we both tumbled forward.

"Stiles!" I tried yelling and whispering at the same time and he made an even bigger ruckus when rolling off and trying to help me up. "If my Dad wakes up and grounds me, you bet your damn ass I'm dragging you down with me!"

"What? No, I'm not! You're going down alone Jenson." He whispered back.

"What? Really?" I sounded and looked heartbroken and I watched his face drop.

"No? What, no of course I'd take the blame for..." he stopped when he saw my mouth curve in a smile. "Hah! Funny. I hate you. You know that."

Now that sounds like music to my beautiful ears.

"Oops. Sorry, what was that? No takebacks. It's you and only you that's getting in trouble." I start to walk away but he grabs my wrist pulling me back.

Instead of having his usual demeanour of clumsy fool, he's staring at me with a look of worry on his face. It's intense and serious enough forcing me to remember breathing isn't optional.

"You gonna be okay tonight?" He asked and I swallowed before shaking my head.

He put my hair behind my ears tilting my chin up to look at my still-damaged ear. They had to put an ugly bandage on it to stop the bleeding so my hair stayed down.

His keys made some noise as he did because they were still in his hand and the whole action in itself made me lose the ability to breathe.

"Mhm." I quickly nodded.

"Does it still hurt?" He questioned.

"A little," I admitted and then stared down at the grazes on my knuckles. "But I didn't really get much sleep to begin with."

He looked concerned but I pushed him away playfully trying to ease off his concern. I hold his hand and I'm about to lead him upstairs.

We successfully pass Dad's room and we get so close to passing Tessa's old room that we hear light footsteps and the door creaking open behind us.

I expect to see my Dad about to murder us and get the wrong idea that I'm sneaking Stiles out. Or in. Anything to do with Stiles in my house at night is murder really.

But I don't. Instead, a small woman who's wearing my Dad's robe appears and she freezes when she sees us.

What.

The.

Hell.

Ten seconds pass by and no one moves. Twenty-second and Stiles shifts uncomfortably. Twenty-five seconds.

At thirty seconds someone clears their throat. Stiles stepped forward holding out his hand. I instantly smack it and he retracts the hand.

Whose side is he on?!

All the colour has drained from my face and she seems just as shocked while the hand that holds an empty glass trembles.

Sophia is who Dad's been seeing. She's the reason his wedding rings off. She's...actually she's gorgeous.