Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Trust Me

   I'm doing the dishes when I hear the door slam. Curious as to what that was, I slowly turn off the water and dry my hands. I reach for a knife and clutch it tightly in my hands. I start tiptoeing towards the front door, my heart pounding against my chest. I begin to hear heaving breathing and what sounds like sniffling. Confused, I peak around the corner and see a familiar face with his back against the door with a tear-stained face.

  "Stiles?" I say and his head snaps up to look at me. I set down the knife when I see a single tear run down his face. "What's wrong?"

  All of a sudden, I'm engulfed in his arms. He nuzzles his head into my neck.

  "I keep seeing her, (y/n). It's been months but I can't make it stop." He mutters into my hair between sobs.

  "Who?" I ask softly.

  "Allison." He lets go of me and backs up, wiping his tears. "Every time I look at Scott, I see her and the guilt eats me up—"

  "Hey." I interrupt. He looks at me with sad eyes. "It wasn't your fault, okay? Scott does not blame you. You're his best friend. His brother. Of course he puts all the blame on Void because it was him, not you. Even though he did look like you."

  "I could've done something to stop it—"

  "Stiles." I take his hands. "You'll get through this, okay? I'll help you as much as I can. You just have to trust me." He finally gives a soft nod and I give a small smile. "Good."

Hello. I am back and I'm very sorry bc I haven't updated in a month. Oops.
I really need help guys.
I still have writers block and actually have one idea but I still need requests and I'm open to doing any:)
Anyway, vote, comment, request, blah blah blah.

~Hails:)