Chapter 2

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Stiles ran through the woods covered in cuts and blood. There was a huge gash on his arm that was bleeding horribly.

He heard twigs snapping and saw lights flashing through the woods. He hid behind a tree trying to avoid standing in the light. The footsteps and lights grew closer and closer by the second.

Stiles began running again avoiding tripping over logs and bushes. He ran and ran until he reached his house. He climbed up a tree that was by the ledge of his window and climbed into his room slamming the window and locking it.

He saw the lights running towards his house shining at his windows and in the trees. He closed his curtains quickly and slid down the wall.

He heard the front door open knowing it was either his dad or the police. He shot up and looked around frantically before heading to the bathroom.

He scrubbed his arms with a rag trying to get all the blood off. He decided a shower might help so he turned on the water and hopped in.

After he scrubbed himself of all the blood he changed and went downstairs. He saw the police talking to his dad. Of course his dad was a sheriff but they must not have  known they had walked up to his house.

"Stiles when did you get home?" The sheriff asked him as he came downstairs.

"Like half an hour ago." Stiles responded.

"I thought you said you were staying the night at Scott's?" His dad asked turning to face his son fully.

"I decided against it." Stiles gave a half smile.

"There was a murder do you know anything about that?" One of the officers asked Stiles.

"No where did this happen?" Stiles asked a shocked look on his face.

"In the woods." Another office said.

"When did this happen?" The sheriff asked.

"About an hour ago. There was a witness nearby who said they saw a man in a red hoodie stab a boy. We've identified the body as a boy named Corey." The third officer said.

"Did you know him?" Noah asked his son.

"No I don't thin-." Stiles paused mid sentence staring off into space as if he was remembering something. Which he was.

"Oh my god." Stiles whispered as he began to freak out. He walked back and forth until something in his brain clicked that made him sit down. He couldn't breath and the walls felt like they were closing in on him. He began breathing heavily.

"Stiles? Are you okay?" All stiles could do was shake is head.

"Calm down son." One of the police said walking over to stiles and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Stiles looked at his hand and then back at his face. He wanted to stay calm and not do anything irrational but something in his brain drove him to attack the police officer. He grabbed the mans hand and twisted it backwards until he heard a loud snap.

"Stiles!!" The sheriff yelled watching what had happened. Stiles stood up quickly and looked around the room. Everything was blurry and his head was spinning.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't..." Stiles suddenly dropped to the floor covering his ears with his hands. The loud ringing in his ears blocked out all other noises. The ringing grew louder and louder until he couldn't even hear himself screaming.

He finally blacked out from the pain in his head. It felt like someone had taken a big rock and dropped it on his head repeatedly.

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Stiles woke up 4 hours later in the hospital. His dad was sitting in a chair next to the bed he was laying on.

"Hey how you feeling kiddo?" His dad asked leaning forward towards the bed.

"I'm okay." Stiles said with a slight smile. His dad placed a hand on Stiles's own hand who instantly flinched it away.

"You okay?" His dad asked his voice sounding concerned while his facial expression said otherwise.

"Yeah I'm fine don't worry." Stiles said placing his hand on his dad's lightly but flinching when he felt his hand touch his dad's hand.

"What even happened?" Noah asked pulling his hand away from Stiles and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I just-" Stiles paused going over what he should say in his head choosing his words wisely.

"I knew a kid named Corey. This was back in 5th grade. There was a new kid at Beacon Hills High School named Corey. He looked familiar now I think I know why. Do you happen to have a picture of the body?" Stiles looked at his dad while the sheriff pulled out a picture of the body. He held it up to his son so he could see it.

"Shit!" Stiles screamed slamming his head into the back of the bed. His dad just stared like he had seen the most insane thing in the world.

"What?" Noah asked putting the picture away.

"It's him I can't believe it's him WAS him he's dead now..."

"Who was he?"

Stiles sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't prepared for this. He never wanted to have to even do this.

"Dad there's something we need to talk about..."

"Stiles-"

"Dad. I tried to tell you before but you didn't listen." Stiles let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Corey was my boyfriend. Yes you heard me- boyfriend. I met him when I was 15 years old he was only 14 at the time but it didn't matter." Stiles claimed closing his eyes playing the memories of him and Corey through his head.

"So it was like a middle school relationship? What did you guys even do?" Noah asked his son as he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't know if you want me to answer that question." Stiles said looking at his dad holding back a laugh.

"Oh dear god Stiles... he was 14!? You were 15? Thats just wrong, I raised you better!" Noah got up pacing back and forth. He was furious.

"Dad can we talk about this some other time?" Stiles asked not wanting to be killed right now.

"Fine but believe me- we are going to have this conversation." Stiles's dad said pointing a finger at Stiles who just raised his hands surrendering.

"Okay maybe you should rest." His dad said opening the door and beginning to walk out.

"What no hug?" Stiles scoffed.

"After what I just heard... no." Noah said closing the door and leaving the hospital.

"Fuck you too dad."
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This is so bad OML what am I doing with my life... let me know what you think in the comments below! Also tell me what you think should happen next!!

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