This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 51

This is probably the most awkward setting I have ever been in. Literally all you can hear is the clinking of knives and forks hit plates as everything else is completely silent. Not a single word has been spoken since we said grace and I don't even know if it's Stiles or I who is the most nervous at this table. And to make matters worse, even my sister is even here, home early from wherever it is she goes after school.

"So, Stiles.", my father speaks, breaking the agonizing silence. "How are you?"

It probably takes a minute for Stiles to realize my father is speaking to him because he sits there with his fork still hanging from his mouth. "Umm.", he quivers as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. "I'm well sir. Very well."

"That's good.", my father says, leaning back in his chair and sipping his drink, eyeing him. "So tell me about yourself, son."

All three of the women at this table begin to eye my father. We all know exactly what he is up to, and it can not end well.

"Well,", Stiles starts. "I'm a pretty decent student."

"Decent?", my father questions.

"Yes sir, decent. My grades are pretty good. B's and C's; the occasional A."

"B's and C's; the occasional A. You know my girls a perfect straight A students. Never anything lower." My father is mocking him and do not like it. He's fishing for something from Stiles, I know it. I need to do something.

"Daddy, did you know Stiles is Co-Captain of the lacrosse team at school?", I speak up.

This seems to take my father by surprise as I watch his eyebrows rise in shock. I smile at his reaction as I reward myself with a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

"Co-Captain? Really? That's amazing.", my mother praises him.

Stiles shyly smiles down at his plate. "It's nothing really."

"Now don't be bashful. You must be quite the player to be captain, don't you think so Jack?"

"Well, I'd have to see him in action to judge him now wouldn't I?", my father counters back.

"Well our first game is next Monday at the school if you would like to come.", Stiles offers.

"Lovely! We will make sure to be there.", my mother exclaims.

"Honey, I don't think we'll be able to-", my father starts but the look my mother gives him shuts him up in an instant. Bless my mother.

Dinner continues with more light conversation. Stiles seems to be doing a brilliant job of charming my mother and my father seems to not be on the attack. Even my sister, whom keeps mostly to herself, is acting civilized. This is going better than I could even imagine.

"So let's cut down to the chase.", my father speaks. "What are your intentions with my daughter, Stiles?"

I spoke to soon. My stomach drops to the bottom of the floor and my palms begin to sweat. Dammit.

"Umm.", Stiles clears his throat. "I don't follow, sir." He's nervous. He's scared, terrified. I can see it, my mother, my sister can see it. Worst of all my father is eating it; come rely devoting it about as the smirk on his face grows. I can't even count the times I would give Stiles a full brick by brick lecture on the man who is my father. The way he would practically tear apart any boy who would even so much as breath my air. And now, here he sits in the belly of the beast with the beast himself only a couple feet in front of him. How could this have happened?

"You don't follow? Well let me see if I can dumb it down for you."My checks begin to redden at his choice of words.

"I said, what are you trying to get from my daughter?"