With You I Feel Safe

New Teacher

Stiles POV~

When I finally got home, I went straight to the bathroom so I could shower off all of the sadness. I hoped that maybe somehow I could forget what just happened to me.

Luckily my dad wasn't home to interrogate me about my day, because at this point I didn't want to talk to anyone, I didn't even want to talk to myself.

While I was in the shower I started to think about why I let Brent do this to me. If I told somebody what he is doing to me, the worse thing he would do is tell my dad i'm gay and probably beat me really fucking bad, but at this point I would rather take another beating or an unwanted sharing of me being gay than have this feeling of being scared of the next time he is going to want me like he did today.

The more I thought about it, the more it actually made me worry, not about the beating part, but about my dad finding out i'm gay, I mean either way he is going to find out one day.

Ever since I was little my dad has been taking me to church and reading me the gospel. On multiple occasions he has said to me that homosexuality is a sin and will send someone straight to hell, he said that Jesus doesn't accept people like that. In my opinion, the Jesus I hear about made everyone the way they are, so I guess he made me gay, and why would he hate me if he made me, at this point I just try not to focus on religion.

Once I finally felt clean I got out of the shower and looked into the mirror. The bruise on my face was still very noticeable but I could tell it had faded a tiny bit.

I went back into my bedroom and laid down on bed and thought I would read little bit to try and get my mind off of today. When I finally got comfortable in my bed, and the book I picked up started to get interesting I heard a loud banging at my door.

At first I just ignored it because I thought it was just a stupid prank, but then it got louder and louder. I finally got up and walked to the front door. To my surprise it was Isaac, he was bleeding and crying.

As fast as I could I unlocked the door to let Issac in.

"Holy shit man, come inside, what happened to you?" I said as Isaac walked through the front door.

I could tell Isaac was scared because his voice sounded shaky. "My.....my dad got angry because I only made an 85% on the history benchmark."

"Only an 85%," I said in a sarcastic voice, "Isaac, I only got a 43%, so you shouldn't feel bad at all."

I noticed that Isaac didn't find the humor in that sentence so I started to act serious and asked, "why did he get so mad?"

Isaac looked up at me and said, "you know, I really don't fucking know, he has this pretty picture of my future painted in his head of me getting into Harvard and curing fucking cancer or some shit, and apparently an 85% on a history benchmark is going to ruin that future."

"That's absolute bullshit, you can't let him control your life like that," I said to Isaac as I tried to calm him down.

As tears started to fall down Issac's cheeks he said, "I know I shouldn't let him control me, and I know I should probably tell someone like my mom, even though she is all the way in Florida she might help me, but i'm just scared of what he might do to me if I tell."

When I heard Isaac say those words all I could think was about was how that is exactly how I felt about Brent, I have never related to someone as much as do with Isaac right now.

I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him into my embrace, "trust me Isaac, I know exactly how you feel right now."

"Stiles, how could you possible understand?"

"I just do Isaac, lets just say I've had some experiences with abusive people before."

About an hour later of me and Isaac just talking about life he finally felt brave enough to go back to his house and face his dad. I was worried about him, but I also felt an immense sadness for him. The way I feel about Brent is so awful, I can't even imagine one of my friends having to feel that way about someone, especially their own dad.

Isaac walked to the front door and before he opened it he turned around to me and said, "Thanks for being such a great friend Stiles."

"Any day buddy, i'm always here for you," I said.

Isaac gave me a soft smile and then turned around and walked out the door.

I know he will be okay, even if things get violent, because as long as Isaac is brave enough he can take his dad down.

The rest of the evening I just stayed in bed, trying to avoid my dad at all cost.

Sunday felt like kind of a blur, I thinks its cause I slept all day, my dad is probably more mad at me now since I skipped church.

I woke up on Monday morning to the sound of my dreaded alarm clock going off. When I turned off my alarm I rolled around in bed for another ten minutes. I really don't want to go to school, I mean I never want to go to school, but for some reason today feels worse to me.

I finally worked up the strength to pick myself up out of my warm bed and start to get ready for hell.

I carried out my same boring morning routine which consist of me taking a shower, brushing my teeth, drying my hair, putting my clothes on, and finally starring at my bed for a good five minutes debating whether of not to crawl back in it.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen to get something for breakfast. My dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper.

It was complete silence until I finally asked," dad? whats up with this silent treatment you've been giving me?"

"There's nothing up with it Stiles, I just don't really want to talk to someone when I can't believe what they tell me."

"Well then start believing me dad, I only lied about not going back to school, and that isn't even a big deal."

I felt bad because what I just said was a lie.

"Ok Stiles, whatever you say, just get to school now before you are late."

"Yeah dad, I know."

I walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the front door.

On my way to school I started to think about if Scott is mad at me or not, I mean he hasn't talked to me all weekend so I feel like he is probably mad.

When I got to school I decide to park away from Scott, I thought it would be best to give him some space.

As I was walking down the hallway at school I heard footsteps from behind approaching me, I turned around and saw a smiling Isaac walking towards me.

Before I could even ask Isaac about how things went with his dad he rushed over to me and in the most enthusiastic way he asked, "Did you hear about the new history teacher we got?"

"New teacher? What do you mean? Who is it?" I asked in an exciting tone.

"I don't know exactly who he is, just some guy named Mr.Hale, apparently he is pretty young, he only started teaching two years ago," Isaac said while trying to contain his excitement.

"Well Isaac, I don't care who he is, he already sounds better than Mrs.Griffin to me."

"I agree with you," Isaac said with a big smile on his face.

The bell range and we started to walk towards our classroom.

I know it is bad, but for some reason all I could think about was if this Mr.Hale is going to be cute or not.
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Hey guys!! I'm glad you're liking the story so far:) I just want to say that there is going to be a lot of good Sterek stuff coming up in the next couple chapters, so stay excited!!