I'm Sorry (Hiatus)

Chapter 3: Suicide and Sex

**smut warning**

I woke up to the warmth of Derek's arms wrapped around my waist. His grip tight enough to hold me close and not pull one of my cuts open. I turned around and smiled as I lay almost on top of Derek's bare chest. He was snoring softly making it sound more of a deep inhalation/exhalation than a snore. Derek stirs and opens his eyes with a loving smile.

"Good morning, Stiles." Derek says in a gruffy morning voice, that is honestly pretty sexy.

"G'mornin' Der'k." I say, still half asleep.

I get off the bed, sliding across Derek and falling onto the floor, and walk to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. Once I am finally fully awake I walk back into the room.

"What time is it?" I ask

"Oh, shit Stiles. It's 2:37pm." Derek says looking at his phone. Oh, shit.

"Oh, god. I have to go, like now. Oh god I'm going to be in so much trouble if he's already home." I say hurriedly as I put on my clothes. "Tell the pack I went home and I'll text you if he was home or not when I get there.....okay, bye Sourwolf."

"Bye Stiles. Be safe." Derek says as I run out of the room.

I get to my car, put the key in and twist it but it doesn't start. I try a couple more times and it still doesn't work. Derek comes out of the house, fully clothed, to help me once he notices my troubles.

"Come on please work." I cry out, twisting the key again.

"Do you need my to jump it?" Derek asks, motioning to his garage.

"Yes please hurry." I say still trying to get it started.

Derek walks to his garage, opens it, and gets some jumper cables. Right before he attaches them to my car I give a big twist and it roars to life.

"Yes! Okay, never mind Derek, sorry." I say as he shuts the hood and I drive off.

I get to my house, anxious to see if my father is home, and I see the patrol car. Damn it. I get out of my car and am met with the face of my angry father.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" He yells, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the house.

"I was at my friend's house studying and I-" I try to say but am cut off.

"LIAR! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY!" My dad yells as me pushes me onto the floor and starts kicking me. "WHY DID YOU HAVE MY BOTTLE OF WHISKEY IN YOUR ROOM?! YOU ARE A THIEF! YOUR MOTHER WOULD HAVE BEEN SAD TO HAVE EVER GIVEN BIRTH TO YOU! YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED YOUR MOTHER! YOU ARE A CRIMINAL, A THIEF AND A MURDERER!" He yells as he kicks and punches me.

He kicks me in the ribs with his steel toed boots and I hear the cracking of my ribs breaking. He punches me in the face hard and blood starts dripping down my cheek. He kicks me and punches me a few more times before he grabs the whisky bottle and throws it at me. It barley misses, but it hits the wall right above me so I am rained on by whiskey and glass. Shards of glass get stuck in my skin all over me, and my dad gives one last kick to my head. I start to black out and right before I give in to the darkness, I hear one last thing from my father, the loudest thing and the most truthful thing he has ever said.

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!!" He says as he walks out of the house.

...

I wake up later to a silent and empty house and take out my phone to see how long I've been out. It's 3:57 pm so I've been out for about an hour. I do a mental recap of the days events and remember my father's words.