BrendenOBrien4's Unfinished Stories ~ BoyXBoy

Stiles Stilinski, the Werewolf | Sterek | One

Warning: There will be physical and mental abuse, child abuse, cutting, bullying, and some boyxboy sex in this story.

Also in this story werewolves actually shift into actual wolves, Stiles fur is pure white

Stiles POV
I got out of bed knowing it was going to be great day or a shit day today, I'm hoping it will be the first one I gathered my belongings from the jointed room I shared with this junkie named Ted. The current foster home I'm in has been the longest I've stayed in one, I was getting use to it until the foster mom woke me up this morning saying I was getting adopted in a couple hours.

I was pretty popular in the potential parent visits last week, I liked everyone of them so I'm excited. Ted isn't here at the moment so I turn on the light to get ready. I put on my best khakis which were a bit dingy, and a light blue jean button up shirt. These clothes were my only nice clothes that didn't have a lot of holes worn in them. I fixed my hair nicer than I usually do because I had time to kill.

I've been in this foster home for about two years, I've been adopted before but it never works out. The house I was in before this one, the people that adopted me were Evan and Sasha Moore. They just had a new born son named Mark, they just wanted a babysitter. They was the most unhostile people I lived with and I loved living there. It didn't work out because when I wasn't babysitting I was running around the town with a pack of werewolfs. While I was there I was bitten, they brought me to this foster home because I was never at the house. Before I left the pack leader taught me how to control the shift.

"Stiles?" Mrs. Smith knock on my door, I turned to her and smiled. "Your parent is here to pick you up," she smiled and lead me to them. I heard a guy talking to Mr. Smith, I immediately stopped because I recognized the voice.

I coward down and Mrs. Smith looks at me confused "Come on Stiles, it's ok" she hands out her hand. I nod "I don't want to go with that man..." I whispered and she sighs, "you have to, the State gave him permission" she said and I didn't move. "Come on baby, the state would have gave him permission if he hasn't changed." She coaxed me, "the state has take me from him and thrown me back three times, he hasn't changed..." I gather myself and walk in the room where John is.

"Hey Bud!" John hugs me and I stiffen like a board, he abuses me. He doesn't care about me he just cares about his image. "Hi" I say with a small voice, "you got all your things?" He pats me in the shoulder and I flinch. I nod and show him my beaten up backpack, "Great! Do you want to say goodbye to anyone before we leave?" He asked. It's funny how he's sweet infront of people.

I hug Mrs. Smith and she hugs me back, we made a close bond. "Bye" I shakily said to her and waved to Mr. Smith. I got in Dad's squad car, not even pulled out of the driveway he says "what's that shit in your hair?" He chuckles at himself. We drove a little and he said "you still a faggot?" In the most judgmental tone, I nod my head sheepishly.

A couple awkward conversations and 2 hours later and we were at the house, he walked infront of me with his fists balled. He unlocked the front door and waited for me to walk in, after he closed he door he wasted no time. He slapped me, punched me five times on the face, and shoved me on the ground. "Why did you want me back!? To be your personal punching bag again?!"I screamed and watched him get out brass knuckles. I tried getting away but he punched me on the back and then again on my thigh, I've been hit by brass knuckles before but these burned more. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt "I know what you are!" He yells, "you see this!" He spat on my face yelling and showed my the brass knuckles.

"These brass knuckles are laced with wolfsbane" he chuckled and I gulped, "what are you going to do?" I asked. "Nothing if you follow my rules" he said, "what are they?" I said growing tired of the suspense. "In public we are going to act like we are a happy family, your going to take this soap and wash yourself with it every day it gets rid of your wolfs scent, I don't care if your gay but no son of mine is going to be a werewolf!" He yelled, "I didn't choose to be a werewolf! And this soap isn't going to change me!" I yelled and he punched me in the stomach.

"You will never raise your voice at me again!" He screamed, "I know it want change you back, but it will make you miserable not being in a pack" he chuckles. "Why are you doing this?" I winced holding my stomach, "I'm running for Sheriff, and if I'm going to win I need people to think I'm a good father. They will never vote for me if they find out you was in foster care, so you will tell people that the state put you in foster care because I was a drunk. There's nothing people love more than a recovered alcoholic" he said and I nodded. "You better get settled in your room and sleep, you start school tomorrow. The bell rings at 8:30, your room is upstairs" he shoves me into the ground more and gets up, he went to the door and opens it. He looks back at me "and if you don't obey my rules, you will be joining your mother" he threatens, I wait till he goes outside to get up.

I slowly get up holding my stomach, I use the railing to walk up the stairs. I found my room and it was bare, it just had a desk with a desktop, a chair,  dresser with a tv box on it, and a queen bed. I went over to the desk to find a note:

I'm not a total devil, under this is a credit card with a thousand dollars on it. If you go over the limit you will get a job and receive the usual punishment

I put the note in my backpack when I got my wallet out, I slid the credit card in my wallet. I got the three pairs of clothes I owned out and put them in the top draw along with some underwear. In my room was a door leading to a bathroom with a toilet, bathtub/shower, and a mirror infront of a sink with cabinets.

I got out the blanket my mom got me before she died and put it on my bed, and I put a framed picture of me and my mom on the bedside table. I run to the door and shut it happy to find it has a lock, I locked it and turned the knob to test if it work and it did. The only thing left in my back pack was a mahogany box lined with gold, I put in the combination 1 1 0 8 It was the date my mom died. I opened the box to see my most cherished items my moms necklace with a wolf pendant, a dream catcher she gave me so my nightmares would go away, and a wolfsbane laced knife.

I took the knife I walk in my bathroom, I sat down the cover lid on the toilet and sat down, I rested my arm on the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror and then I looked down at my wrist, I horizontally slid the knife against my wrist with some pressure. I let myself bleed a little and then I applied pressure with a black towel for a couple minutes. The wolfsbane laced knife makes cuts that lasts for 5 to 7 days before it heals, it leaves a faint scar though.

While I was waiting to stop bleeding I played cut the rope on my phone. I washed the blood from my wrist and then I laid down, before I fell asleep I set the alarm for 7:30.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, this is my first attempt at a story where Stiles is a werewolf. I got the idea for this story from the book "Catch Me" by the author __teen_wolf_ , I HIGHLY recommend this story it's so good! Please vote, comment, follow me, and share this story with your friends.