John Stilinski
I looked up from my paperwork and smiled as Stiles walked in. "Hey," he said. Something was up. He didn't have that grin on his face he usually had. Well...he did just get diagnosed with lung cancer.
"What's the matter?" I asked, setting down my pen. Stiles sat down in the chair in front of me. He took out something from his pocket and set it on my desk. I took one look and froze. It was Claudia's book. "How did you get this?" I asked.
"I found it in her room-"
"You don't go in there Stiles, there was a reason I did what I did." I snatched the book and put it in my desk. I turned to him, suddenly angry. "I never wanted you to go in there again!" He stood up, his anger boiling over like mine was. The only thing he got from me, my anger and stubbornness.
"Why? I'm dying dad! And you don't give a damn! You act like you don't know what's going on with me!"
"Stiles you are supposed to be a normal-"
"I'll never be normal dad! My father lied to me for thirteen years! I thought my mother was dead for thirteen fucking years! I had to dig her up to see for myself! You and mom can just go fuck yourselves!" I walked out from behind my desk and grabbed his shirt, giving him a death glare.
"You ever talk like that about your mother again, so help me god," I said through clenched teeth.
"That's the difference between you and me...I don't put my hands on the ones I love." He pushed me off of him before storming out of my office, slamming the door behind him.
What did I just do?
