With You I Feel Safe

I'm Useless

abuse warning

Stiles POV~

Fridays were always the best days for me because it was the last day of school before the weekend, I think most students feel like that.

"Hey Stiles do you think you could bring me some lunch by the station today?" my dad asked.

Trying to hide my fear from my dad, I said, "The station? You never want me to bring you lunch when you're at the station."

"Yeah I know, but I have a lot of cases to look into today and I won't have time to go out and get it myself," dad replied with a tone that sounded like he was getting irritated.

"Okay sure, during free period I'll run something by for you," I said to my dad with the most fake smile I have ever had to use.

As my dad started to walk out the door he waved goodbye and said, "Thanks son, I appreciate it."

After Geometry class we get an hour free period, which I normally spend studying with my friends. I proudly returned Allison's Geometry notes and she was actually surprised about that ,I guess she thought I would lose them like I did last time.

"Stiles are you coming to the library to study with us?" Lydia asked.

"No, i'm actually going to pick up some lunch for my dad and run it by the station for him." I told Lydia.

"Okay, well you know were we'll be when you get back," Lydia said as she started to walk towards the library.

"Yep, i'll see you later," I said back, but I don't think Lydia heard me because she had gotten pretty far down the hallway towards the library already.

I decide to go by Taco Bell for my dad because I think he likes that the best, at least he use to.

On my way to the station I start to feel nauseous because I know that i'm going to have to see 'him'. I haven't seen 'him' since the incident.

Once I made it to the station I walked in and walked straight back to my dads office, keeping my head down and not looking at anyone.

When I saw my dad sitting at his desk I said, "Hey dad, I got you Taco Bell, I hope thats ok."

"That's great Stiles, thank you," my dad said to me as he got out of his chair to give me a hug. "Alright now, you better get back to school before your free period ends."

"Don't worry, I still have half an hour left, but I guess i'll head out." I told my dad. "I'll see you at home tonight okay," I said to my dad before opening his office door.

"Alright son, see you later," my dad said with a little grin on his face.

Before I fully exit his office I look around the station hoping that 'he' is not here. Thankfully I don't see 'him' anywhere so I speed walk towards the door and start to walk out to my jeep. As i'm walking through the parking lot I see what looks like a man standing on the other side of my jeep.

"Hey, do you mind? That's my jeep you're getting your fingerprints on," I yelled towards the man.

"Oh Stiles, always worried about how clean your Jeep is," the man said in a deep voice.

Once I heard the mans voice I knew exactly who it is. I start to feel the panic rush over me.

I try to hide my fear as best as I can by saying, "Brent, what are you doing near my fucking jeep?"

"Woah Stiles, why are you so angry?" he asked me.

"You know why you bastard," I said.

"Is it because you're all fucked up from that 'incident' you were in last year? What exactly happened? Did someone beat you up? Did they punch you in your pretty little face until you couldn't see?" Brent said as he edged closer and closer to me.

At this point I felt myself slowly starting to having a panic attack. I can't handle being around him. I'm so scared of what he might do to me. I wouldn't be able to stop him, just like last time.

"Lea---leave me the fuck alone Brent, I don't want to see you," I said.

The shakiness in my voice obviously showed my fear.

Brent could tell I was scared, he knows all my weaknesses, he knows what makes me break.

"Aww poor little Stiles, scared of me like always, maybe if you weren't so screwed up I wouldn't have to mess with you like this," Brent shouted at me.

Brent moved closer and closer to me, until he was right up in my face.

He grabbed the sides of my face and crashed his lips against mine.

"Get the fuck off of me Brent," I shouted as I pushed him off me with all my strength.

As Brent regained his balance he asked, "You do remember what happened last time you didn't do what I want, right?"

I started to cower in fear, I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to protect myself from him.

"Yeah Brent, I remember. But I'm not your little bitch anymore," I shouted at Brent as I tried to get in my Jeep and leave.

Before I could even open the door of my Jeep, Brent grabbed my arm and spun me around. He whispered in my ear, "Oh but Stiles, that's the thing, your are still my little bitch, and you always will be."

The way I felt his hot breathe against my ear made me want to cry, all the memories of him flood back in my head and I can no longer hold my tears back.

Tears started to flow out of my eyes, one after another.

"Bre--nt, yo--you can't do this to me anymore," I said to him as my voice kept stuttering from the sadness I was feeling.

As the grasp Brent had around my arm got tighter, he said, "Actually Stiles, I can, and if you try to tattle tell on me like you did before I will come find you at school and beat you senseless just like I did last time."

Brent pushed me up against my jeep and punched me one good time right across the face.

"Just remember how that feels Stiles, remember that pain every fucking time you think of turning me in," Brent said right before he turned around and walked back into the station.

When Brent turned around and started walking away I felt paralyzed, like I couldn't move.

Once he got inside the station I fell to the ground and started sobbing, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my face.

The voices in my head start to go like rapid fire, "you worthless piece of shit, why didn't you stop him." "You deserved that you fucking bitch."

I started to stand up, trying to regain my balance from being so dizzy.

I got in my jeep and slammed the door. I started banging my head on the steering wheel, "YOU'RE WORTHLESS STILES," I yelled at myself when the tears started to fall again.

"Why does this keep happening to me," I said to myself.

"I'm useless".