Wake Up//Stydia AU

Wedding Day

The house was quiet at 3am that morning. Everyone was tucked away in their beds, all sleeping soundly, except for Stiles. The boy laid there thrashing in his bed, a side effect to his constant nightmares. It was the same one he always had. Stiles was back in the basement of Eichen, chained up like he had been once before. The Nogistune stood before him, pacing back and forth with a devil like grin spread wide across his face.
"Even after all these years Stiles, I still have you trapped."

Stiles tried to yell, but no sound came out. He tried and tried again until his throat hurt from the strain, all while the devil himself laughed and laughed at the poor boy and his misery.

"You're getting weaker Stiles. It won't be long until in you give in, so why don't you just save yourself the trouble and give up now."

Tears streamed down the boys face as he thrashed and thrashed trying to get away.

The spirit then only let out another laugh,

"Very well then, that just means the two of us get to spend yet another night here."

Stiles tried to scream once more, but there was nothing. And back in his bedroom the boy would toss and turn in his bed, letting out silent screams for no one to hear. In the morning he would awake with tears staining his face, and heavy breathing. He would count his figures as he whispered "wake up" over and over until he was sure that the dream was over. Once it was sure that he was awake, a sigh of relief would escape his lips, and he would get up for the day as though nothing had happened, because that how Stiles believed it had to be. The worst part of it all was no one in the house knew of those nightmares, and sadly they had no reason to think it happened. Because you see, no one heard the screaming or crying. Stiles dreamt silent nightmares, and some believe that is the worst kind there is.

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That morning, the Stilinski household was utter chaos. The Sheriff, who was supposed to have nerves of steal, was pacing up the floor of the kitchen trying to get himself in order. He was reciting his vows for what seemed to be the hundredth time, and Stiles couldn't seem to bare it anymore. The boy walked to his father and put his hands on his shoulders,

"Dad. It's Melissa, you've loved her since forever, and have known her twice that long. It's going to be okay I promise."

Stiles felt a bit strange giving his father relationship advice, normally it was the other way around.

"Stiles, are you sure this is okay? I know Melissa has been like a mother to you, but I don't want you to think I'm replacing her. I just..."

"Dad, Melissa had this conversation with me a long time ago, you have nothing to worry about."

Stiles could remember the day perfectly. He had gone to the McCall household to visit Scott, but it seemed as though his friend was running late from his shift at the vet so he sat around their kitchen table drinking coffee and talking to Melissa. It was nothing abnormal for the two to be talking like this, but Stiles knew something was on the woman's mind. He remembers asking her what was on her mind, and she then proceeded to tell him that she was nervous about crossing boundaries.