Not Fragile

Packing

I packed all I could must that was essential. If it can down to it I will leave Beacon Hills I won't turn back. Derek, Scott, and Erica have sent me numerous texts about a pack meeting. I walk down my stairs to my kitchen finding my dad and two freshly finished breakfast. "Scott's worried about you. Everyone is worried. They said you ran out of the pack meeting yesterday. Is that true Stiles ?", My dad asked eyes full of concern. "I was just annoyed after I eat I am heading to the pack meeting."

My dad frowned the grinned. "Just take breakfast with you. I have to go in anyway. I won't be home till late."

I had my breakfast in my passenger seat and.my suitcases and essentials in my trunk. In a matter of 15 minutes I managed to make it to Derek's loft. I walked up the steps twisting the doorknob as I came in. Lydia ran up giving me a hug. Resulting in a group hug.

"Stiles we're sorry for whatever we did. Annoying you further obviously didn't help. I was just worried about you." , Scott said choosing his words carefully for some reason. 'They have something cooking up. Someone will say the very thing to set you off.', LuKus said in my head.

Everyone kept eye contact with me. Then my eyes landed on Lydia. "S-stiles... We are kicking you out of the pack. It seems like everything we do makes your issues or problems worse."

I stepped back feeling the rage build up inside my chest. I was going to snap. Then BAM ! That's exactly what I did.

"YOUR KICKING ME OUT ! YOU ALL NEED ME ! I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE ! HAVE FUN WHILE YOU CAN ! BECAUSE I WILL RUIN YOUR LIVES !", I said running back out to my Jeep stumbling into Peter. "Little Red sure likes to cry doesn't he ?"

I pushed past him in my rage and drove home. I went up to my room and opened my stationary. I have to write my dad a letter. I have to go.

Dear Dad,
It's Stiles here. I have to leave Beacon Hills. I will be out in Los Angeles so don't worry about me. Don't tell any of my ex pack members where I am. It will.makes things worse. I will leave tomorrow morning do u won't go to school. I have money and essentials to live in my own in LA.

I do love you dad. I will come back sometime soon, but I need my space. Beacon Hills is suffocating. I need to breathe fresh air. My OWN air.

                           Sincerely,
                                              Stiles

I prepared dinner and left my letter on the table. This was going to hurt my dad more than anything.

Soon my door unlocked signalling my dad was home. "Stiles it's ok. I know you will be fine in LA ?", He asked holding to letter in his hand. My dad then handed me 20 dollars. "What's this for Dad ?"

My dad smiled widely, "I want you to spend your last night here at the movies. It was always your favourite place."

I said my thank yous then made my way to the movies. I chose to go watch the movie S-I-L-E-N-T. It was about a little girl shuffling from town to town. She kept quiet about every past in every town. That way her past isn't blocking her present.

I had some popcorn and mixed my sour patch kids in the bowl. After about two hours I drove home with the biggest smile.on my face. I walk inside my house and see my dad talking with Melissa. "Stiles take this. Your mother wanted to give it to you on your 18th birthday. I feel like you need to have it now. With everything going on."

I took the present and said goodnight to my dad and Melissa. I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow.