What Stiles Did This Summer [Book 2]

Going Home

Outside POV:

Stiles was sprawled out in the parking lot, just dazed. He was so confused about his life choices. Like this wasn't the first time he was confused with his life choices, but everything in this moment was just too much for him to bear. Seeing someone die is difficult. But seeing someone you thought was a friend die it's harder. And the thoughts going around his head were killing him inside. What if that was Scott? Or Derek? He is not fit to be a hunter. He doesn't have the heart for this kind of stuff. He wasn't built to do this.

He needed his father, not to sound like a baby, but he wanted his dad. He wanted to call his dad so that he could reassure him. He just missed his dad. Seeing someone die made him unstable, wanting to check on all his family and friends to know that they're still okay. He quickly opened his book bag and grabbed his phone out with shaky hands as he slowly dialed his dad's number, messing up once or twice already.

"Hello? Stiles, why are you calling me so early?" The Sheriff's voice filtered through as if he had just woken up.

"D-dad." Stiles was crying now.

"Stiles! What's wrong, are you okay? What's happening." The Sheriff said, somewhat panicked for his son.

There was movement on the other side of the phone, like he was getting up and moving to his room.

"I saw someone die." That was all Stiles could say.

Stiles' father stooped moving, remembering Stiles was not actually home, and the Sheriff was silent but trying to stay calm, for Stiles' sake at least. He hated to hear Stiles crying, as he rarely ever did.

"Why what happened? Are you hurt?" His dad was more concerned by the second.

"Do you need me to come down there? I could be there in a day. I could bring Scott too if you want."

No, no, no, no, no, no. That was the last thing he needed. He definitely did not want that. Scott needed to be far away from Bobby.

"No, Dad, I'm fine. I was just a little scared. Sorry for worrying you. It was just they were chasing a suspect. And the guy pulled out a gun, and they had to shoot him. It just bothered me for a bit, that's all." Stiles said, trying to reassure his dad.

"Oh, son. That's tough to see. You shouldn't have been there as long as you're okay, though. It's fine, right?" The sheriff said while trying to soothe Stiles.

"Yeah, thanks, dad. *sniff* I just wanted to hear your voice." Stiles said, calming down a little.

"Anything you need. If you want to come home early, you can. You know that, right." The Sheriff offered, being completely serious.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks, dad." Stiles made a small smile.

After that, he hung up. Stiles thought about if he should go home, end this all now. Go back to being a regular teenage boy who ran with wolves. But then Bobby showed up and told Stiles to head to the motel to get some sleep.

So he did just that. He was exhausted after all.

Stiles made it back to the motel and knocked out in a thankfully dreamless sleep. The next day when he woke up, it was in a weird atmosphere. Stiles didn't really want to talk about yesterday, and Bobby didn't really say anything. Bobby made sure he was careful around Stiles because he noticed that the hunt really affected him.

Bobby didn't tell Stiles anything about how he got rid of the body or anything like that. He didn't mention anything about the hunt on the whole road trip back home. And honestly, Stiles was glad. He didn't want to remember anything.