Snapped (Stydia)

5

Stiles woke up but his face was covered but he managed to keep himself still and quiet, he tried to think of a way out; just then he heard the sound of footsteps walked into the room he was in, he listened carefully to hear that it was three set of footsteps he heard that walked in. He felt the thing that was over his head being ripped off pulling some of his hair in the process; there he saw was Scott, Lydia and Derek. Stiles gave them all a cold stare it sent a bit of fear in all of them as it was almost the same there they were given when Stiles was possessed by the dark Kitsune –Voids–
"You have some explaining to do, Stilinski" growled Derek as he had his arms crossed
"Well I see you healed up well, glad you're doing okay Mr. Hale" the sarcasm dripped off of Stiles' voice
"Why you-" growled one of the alphas
"What happened to you man?" Scott's quiet voice caught Stiles' attention
"Nothing much, but like I told you Scott in that email. I'm just here for personal reasons and not to sing kumbaya my lord while holding hands in open fire" he stated at him with a cold expression.

Scott stared in disbelief of his best friend speaking in such a way, he want no more than his old stiles to come back. Lydia stared at stiles with tear filled eyes, she was consumed by so many emotions; she felt sadness from seeing that this was not the Stiles she once knew, she felt anger from his disappeared from her life, she felt lost knowing that this was not the funny goofy Stiles she had loved so dearly. Although it was more anger that had taken a stronger toil on her, she was angry not only did he just disappeared from her life but how different he was to everyone; how he talked to Scott who is basically like his brother and how he almost killed Derek (Well tried to kill Derek).

Stiles gave a slow look to Lydia and his expression hardened, he watched as she made her over to him. Scott attempted to hold her back but he stopped himself from stopping her, he knew that Lydia needed to talk to Stiles. Neither of them spoke Stiles looked at her big eyes that he just adored, he felt as if he was seeing her all over again from the first time he met her. He felt the pain weld up as he remembered everything they had gone through, he watched as he saw her eyes turned anger. She pressed her full lips into a thin line as she felt the tears fall from her eyes, Stiles' face softened but in a blink of an eye he received a harsh slap; the sound echoed through the whole room
"I hate you!" she cried out.

His hair cast over his face as it was turned to a side, his cheek turned red with a handprint stained on his face; tingling of a burning sensation he slowly looked at her again his expression was now blank with no emotions
"Say something damn it!" she yelled as she slapped him again in the face.
Stiles took each and every slap she handed to him; he could taste the metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth. With each slap she would beg for an answer from him but he didn't really have anything to say, but the main issue was she wouldn't give him the chance to answer
"Lydia stop!" Scott called out as he pulled her back

"Answer me Stilinski, what happened to you" Lydia sobbed out as she struggled out of Scott's strong hold.
Stiles looked to the floor; hands tied behind his back and strapped into a chair he gather some of the blood in his mouth and spat it on the floor. He looked up and glared at her, he then looked to Scott and Derek with the same cold glare he gave Lydia
"Fine" he said quietly
"Nothing happened, I just grew up. Now get me out of this now or god so help me now I will make sure you will be is so much trouble" he growled out
"I can't let that happen Stilinski, last time you tried to kill me. And we are not taking any chances in you killing us" Derek walked up to Stiles and grabbed his faced
"The only person I would kill, is you; if you keep holding my face" Stiles glared at Derek who harshly let go of his face.

Stiles looked at Scott, but he just couldn't bring himself to even look at Lydia. It hurt to know that he was causing Lydia so much heartache but the voice in his head told him that he shouldn't care and that she never understood him that voice had more control and so he finally looked at Lydia and just stared at her with a glare.
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Derek, Scott and Lydia were out of the room Stiles was in. Derek was leaning over that table that they had all leaned over when scheming up their plans when saving Beacon Hills when they were but kids (Besides Derek); Lydia was the one who was looking for a plan in getting their Stiles back, obviously Scott was in, and Derek also wanted the goofy Stiles back even though that Stiles usually got on his nerves without really needing to try too hard
"Guys...we need Stiles back, whatever he has been through we can't just let him do whatever he has planned all by himself" Scott stated as he looked at the two
"Well he defiantly won't tell any of us what happened or why he's here" Derek sighed as he pinched the bridge of nose
"I don't know why he is hear but... as you all know Stiles lost his dad, guys whatever has happened to him I don't think we are going to be getting Stiles back anytime soon" Scott tells them
"Stiles dad died... do we know how he died?" Derek asked looking at the too
"No" Scott sighed as he looked down
"Terrorist..." Lydia was in shock as she began to remember the day she kept hearing gun shots and the screaming of people
"Lydia" Scott said in concern
"....He was killed by a terrorist attack...I- I remember hear so much gunfire and the screaming...I remember screaming so loud, it remember hearing so many calls of names. Children crying for their parents; the panic that caused chaos it was too much to handle" Lydia felt herself begin to hyperventilate
"Lydia calm down-" Derek tried to comfort her but he was cut off by Scott
"Why didn't you tell anybody!" Scott yelled as he looked at her with a pale face
"Scott" Derek tried to reason with him but was ignored
"Why! You should have told someone, you should have told Stiles!" Scott yelled as tears ran down his face.
Banshees always predict a death, and Scott was overwhelmed about how Lydia didn't tell any. As mean as it sounded Scott so desperately wanted to tell Lydia it was her fault that Stiles is now the way he is because she could have prevented the kill, but deep down he knew she was not in the wrong.
Scott walked off with a tear stained pale face as he tried to calm down, his claws were coming out that was until he hear his name being called out in a sing-song tone.