A/N
Ahhhh, I know author note at the start but yeah just to say that this chapter is a quickie, just for Stiles and him after the last chapter will only be small, enjoy! 😊
Before heading back home to the Stilinski house hold I went to the station and dropped the food from the diner off to him. Every breath was agony, probably a cracked rib or two and the right side of my face ached, that punch was going to leave a mark. Once again Trish was on the desk, I plastered on my grin and we had almost the same chat as the day before and while she eyed the developing bruise on my jaw but she ignored it in favour of saying my Dad was back in the office. I thanked her, winked with my let eye as the right side of my face was pretty numb and walked up to my Dad's office waving at one of the deputies who was sitting on a far desk, I think it was deputy Jones, there was a stack of files obscuring most of his face.
I open the door to the office, this time he was sitting behind his desk stooped over a paper file and kept on glancing at the bored of cases that were related to the supernatural on the back wall. He shook his head and flicked the file shut pacing it in a box on the end of his desk with 'Normal' scribbled on the front in sharpie. He then looked up at me and I placed the bag on the desk in front of him. He sent a grin at the bag and began to open it, reached in and took out a fry, he stuck the fry into his mouth, "Thanks Stiles, I was starving" I smiled at him with a slightly watering grin when he doesn't look up at me. It must be one of those days, "Umm... Dad I hate to bring this up now, but umm... yesterday you umm... said that you would have breakfast with me this morning". Now his eyes flicked up to mine, "Oh, shit sorry Stiles, I was called in early, I must have forgotten to write a note." The stabbing pain in my chest was defiantly not from the kicks now. I surprise myself when my voice doesn't crack when I reply, "Nah it's fine Dad, anyway I should get going, you know places to be, people to see" Yeah right. And with that my Dad goes back to his food and I leave.
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The rest of the night passes in a hazy blur of inspecting and wrapping wounds, cleaning and inflicting new ones. Twenty crimson lines on my left thigh, three on my left hip and five on my left wrist. A hot shower to wash off the disgust in myself and the lingering feeling of kicks and punches. I research about pixies until the sun peeks over the horizon, I don't even look at the clock, I don't want to know how many hours are left of Sunday before school on Monday. My Dad eats all his meals at the station. I don't speak to another living being until Monday.
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Hello Readers, so this is just a quick wee chapter, and Stiles is lonely :(. I don't know if this can really count as a chapter but just going to say that it is chapter six, the next one will be longer, I promise!
Another Note - I DO NOT own these characters, they are from the epic MTV's Teen Wolf thought of by the amazing Jeff Davis.
Happy Reading,
Shadow xx
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