Okay so I posted this, then un-published it and added a part at the end. Sorry if you already read it :)
Stiles's POV
"No, Stiles, that's not what-"
Before I could let her finish I turned around the corner and stomped up the stairs and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
I paced around my room back and forth, running my fingers through my hair.
I picked up the closest thing I could find which was the marker on the board, throwing it angrily. Then I pushed the board down, throwing things around my room.
When I finally calmed down I ran down stairs and out the door, only to find that she had left.
What the hell did I just do?
I hung my head low and trotted myself back to my room.
Normally I would go after her and explain everything that just happened but I actually don't have an explanation. I don't know why I freaked out and yelled.
I made everything worse than she's was trying to get at. I have no idea how to fix this but she came here for space so that's what I'll give her.
I heard a door close downstairs and for some reason, I hoped it was her. I hoped that she came back to yell back at me for being so stupid and that I was a horrible person, because I am.
But when my dad appeared in my doorway all my hope was lost.
"What the hell happened in here?" He asked with a confused look.
I turned my back to him so he wouldn't see me cry. I brought my arm to my face and wiped away my tears with my sleeve.
"I don't know. Maybe it was some animal," I said sarcastically. "A stupid animal."
***The next day***
Brianna's POV
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Altered // Stiles Stilinski [BOOK 2]
أدب الهواة"The pain's still there. The grief... and shame. But I get it now. Shutting it off, it's a cheat. I mean, you put up this wall and shut out everything that makes you who you are. Nothing affects you, nothing matters. But things do matter." *** Seque...