THE LOST SON

Chapter 2

Stiles's Pov

I run down the stairs and get in my jeep. Not knowing where I am going and taking off at high speed. I see in my mirrior that my dad is looking from his bedroom window. I feel bad for not telling him I am leaving, but that guilt fades away. Once I remember he never told me I was adopted. I speed up a little and pull into Scott's driveway, making my tires squeal. I slam the door shut and don't bother to knock on the door, I just walk in with they adoption form in my back pocket. It is 11:00 according to the stove in Scott's house. I walk up the stairs and knock on his bedroom door a few times, but he doesn't answer. I finally just go inside and he is sleeping, so I decide to let him sleep. I go to the closet in his room grab two pillows and a blanket. I walk back down the stairs trying to be quiet. I walk to the kitchen and there is a note informing Scoot that his mom won't be home till 12:00 pm. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and place it on the coffee table next to me, and try to get comfortable on the couch. I can't though and I start to cry. I try my hardiest to hold the tears back, but they come down in showers. As soon as I think about the paper another little storm comes down. I feel horrible, I feel bettayed, lied to, like my whole entire life has been a sham, a big fat lie. I know that everything that has happened in my life is because of the people that I love and the people that love me. But, I know on the inside that my real parents adbandoned me, didn't want me, and probably didn't care about me. My dad - John he lied to me, I thought he would have told me by now, that I was adopted. That's what hurt the most that he didn't tell me, that I have another father out there and a mother. I take my phone out and it is 7:00. Then I see two messages and five missed calls from my dad. I don't even feel human right now. I am not sleepy, even though I never fell asleep, and I feel like crap at the same time. I hear something upstairs and then I hear footsteps come down the stairs. I feel Scott's eyes on me and deside to not look at him. Knowing my eyes probably look puffy and my nose probably red.
"Stiles?" He walks over and sits down beside me. I pull myself together and make sure I do not cry.
"What's wrong?"I sniffle a little and try to form the words in my moulth, but I can't or I will start to cry. I pull the paper out of my pocket, unfold it and stare at it for awhile.
"Do you want to read it, because I don't think I can without breaking down." I say with a raspy voice from all the crying. I hand it to him and he begans to read it. After he finishes he looks at me with sad puppy eyes.
"When did you find out?" He asks quietly.
"Yesterday." He looks at me and pulls me into a bear hug. The embrace helps, but the pain comes back in seconds.
"I want to know. I want to know who my parents are. I need to know."
"Are you gonna tell your d-" I snap.
"That man is not my dad, if I meant anything to him, he would have told me!" My yelling makes me have a small headache and I lay down.
"I'm sorry Stiles." He leaves me alone which I am glad about, because I can't talk to him right now.
We sit and play videogames all day, but it fails to distract me from the paper in my back pocket. I am gonna find out who my real parents are if it takes everything I have to find out.I will find out soon.