The Hallinski Files

Shut It Down

I watched over at my boyfriend sleeping and wanted to stab him with a pen.
He was an evil son of a bitch but at least he couldn't hit me when he was asleep.
I've also been avoiding my pack and friends for weeks since the violence has gotten worse.
My parents are rolling in their graves, surely.
I jumped out of his skin when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
I ran outside to answer it.
"Hello?" I answered quietly.
"So you are alive." Derek said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.
"I've been busy. School stuff. Any imminent danger?" I asked.
"Imminent? No. But we haven't seen you in weeks so naturally, Peter got worried." Derek joked. I could hear Peter in the back telling him to shut up.
"I'm fine." I chuckled. First laugh in weeks. They were such idiots.
"Well...Okay. We have our monthly pack meeting tomorrow night at 10:00. It'd be nice if you graced us with your presence."
Derek said sarcastically.
"I'll try..." I told him. Thinking of ways to be here, there and hide my bruises from my overly keen pack.
"Stiles!" I heard my boyfriend bellow.
"S**t! I gotta go. Something came up. Tomorrow." I hung up. "Hi, baby."
"Don't give me that Hi, baby crap! Who was that?" Don asked.
"Just...It's my...A friend." I said. Wish it didn't come out like I was lying.
"A friend? Yeah?" He grabbed my phone and looked through my call log. While I looked for a route of escape. "Derek. Who the hell is he?"
"He's just my friend." I said scared.
"You screwing this guy?" Don asked.
"Ew. No!" I said repulsed. He smacked my face hard because he thought I was lying. I tasted blood. "Don't!"
"Why not? You seem to like this." He hit me hard enough to knock me to the ground. That's when he started kicking me. Then dragged me up the stairs and pulled my boxers down.
"No...Please..." My pleas went ignored as he gave me The Whore Treatment right there on the stairs. Rough, violent sex at the top of the stairs.
He would finish by spitting on me and jizzing in my hair.
Then I'd get dragged back down the stairs and left outside until he left for work. That was an almost daily routine.
I spent the morning, recovering from the trauma and tending to my wounds. Going to school. Thinking up all the lies that came to mind to tell my friends.
Not like I could tell them the truth.

The night of the pack meeting was here and I was about ready to piss myself. I was that scared. But I pulled it together in time.
"I'm here. You can stop worrying." I said and held up a bag with containers of junk food.
"Well you certainly know how to apologize." Peter chuckled and took the bag. Derek closed the door behind me and said it was good to see me.
"Ready to get started?" I asked, trying to get home before my bf.
"What's the rush? You're trying to leave already? We haven't seen you in weeks." Derek said.
"I know but there's something I need to do." I lied. Derek gave me a curious look but started the meeting.
It was about the super moon slumber party they were having along with Scott and asking me to do research on Fae. And some other stuff I checked out on because my whole body hurt like hell. Every...Single...Inch.
''That's it. We're done." Derek announced. "Stiles? You staying for dinner?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I'm...not hungry." I lied. I just wanted to ditch them.
"Maybe you should tell your stomach that." Derek joked. My growling stomach sold me out.
"That's really for you guys. I'll eat at home." I said and walked to the door.
"If Derek won't ask it, I will. What the hell happened to your face?"
Peter asked. Damn! He noticed.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. Pretending not to know.
"You being all banged up. And that black eye." Derek elaborated.
"It's...I just had a little accident. You know me; I tripped over my own two feet and fell at the bottom of the stairs. I'm fine." I continued to lie.
"You should be more careful." Derek said. Knowing good and well I was lying. He was always good at that.

Needless to say, Don wasn't a happy camper when I got home. He cussed me out, kicked my ass and threw me down the stairs before having a drink and going to bed.
I cushioned my head with my hand mid-fall so I didn't hit it. My fingers were crushed but at least I was conscious. I couldn't move my left leg at all. It hurt so bad. It felt like I might have broken it. I got myself up on my right but sore leg and hopped in my jeep. I left my keys in my pocket, mercifully, so I didn't have to
go back in.
I drove myself to the hospital.
Who else would be on call but my best friend's mom? Guess I'm just lucky.
"Stiles! What happened to you?" She asked concerned.
"Never mind that. My leg..." I winced.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of you. But Stiles...this is the third time you've been in here in a month."
"I know..." That was all I said. My mind was consumed with a million other thoughts.
One of them being...How am I going to cover this one up?

So I skipped the sleepover two months ago, calling in sick.
But I still Skyped in with everyone.
I haven't seen the outside world for two weeks because I was scared to leave (I started doing my classes online too). And now for some reason, Scott, Derek and Peter  were outside my door.
"Crap! What are they doing here?" I asked nervously.
"Wolf hearing, Stiles. Let us in." Peter said. After panicking, I unlocked the door. "Thanks. So this is where you live now. Cozy..." Peter said looking around. The others came in too.
"It smells like blood, fear and sex in here." Derek said.
"So when does the cast come off?" Scott asked. I had no time for him.
"Why did you bring them here?" I asked annoyed.
"They insisted. They are very persuasive." Scott said.
"When you go off the grid for weeks on end we tend to get concerned.
How did you break your leg?"
Derek asked. "The truth."
"Guys I'm alive, I'm fine. You can go." I said trying to get them out before...
"Someone just pulled up." Scott said.
"Probably just a salesman or something. You guys hungry?"
"Why are you so scared?" Scott asked.
"I'm not but__" Don's home.
"Who the hell are you?" He demanded as Scott, Derek and Peter stood in the doorway. Me behind them ready to have a freaking heart attack.
"We're friends of Stiles. Who are you?" Peter asked.
"Stiles' boyfriend...and the owner of this house." I heard him say.
They all turned to me.
They didn't know.
"Heh. Surprise?" I said awkwardly.
"Stiles! What is this? Where's my lunch?" Don asked.
"Crap! Sorry, babe. I'll go make it now. Hang out with my friends in the meantime." I said and ran in the kitchen. The trio stepped aside to allow him access.
They sat down and got to know the man I've never spoken about.

So it goes like this; My mom died when I was ten and my dad died of liver failure when I was thirteen.
My mom's friend's brother took care of me  so I didn't end up in the system. But after two years of feeling like a leech, I became a hacker for hire and moved out when I answered an ad about sharing an apartment.
Which turned into a house he inherited from his dead grandpa.
He took a liking to me and I was a vulnerable 16 year old orphan so I started dating him.

I came from the kitchen with his meal. He grabbed it from me and ate like an animal. They watched him and then watched me.
"A word outside, Stiles?" Derek said.
"Can I? Just for a minute."
I said humbly.
"You gonna screw Derek?" He scoffed.
"No. Of course not." I said. He gave me one last glare before granting me permission. Peter came too.
"Stiles...how old is this guy?"
Derek asked.
"2...8?" I said awkwardly.
"28? Stiles! That's a grown ass man. Don't give me that almost 18 crap. You're 17!" Derek scolded me.
"It's weird but__"
"But nothing. Shut it down." Derek ordered. I gave him patented sad eyes. Looking like a kicked puppy.
"I can't. He needs me. And I need him." I said. Not entirely untrue.
"Derek, he's stubborn. He'll do what he wants no matter what we say." Peter said. He knows me so well.
"I can't talk you out of it? Fine. It's your choice. You're almost an adult but I'll still look out for you." Derek said. I hugged Derek and Don misconstrued it as something different. And when my friends left, he started wailing on me again.

It was two days after my 18th birthday that Derek called me over.
"Hi. Something wrong?" I asked concerned as to why they called me.
"Sit." Peter said. Last time I got this treatment, Scott's mom was at my house and told me my dad died.
"I'll stand...Did someone die?" I asked.
"Nope. This is about you. I'm going to ask you something and I want the truth...Does he hit you?" Derek asked.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"The black eyes, the bruises, broken limbs...the terror in your eyes! Answer the question." Peter said.
"He doesn't...." There was no point. I was busted. I nodded. "Yeah. He hurts me real bad. Punches me, kicks me, throws me down the stairs...rapes me...it's horrible!" I finally cried.
"Stiles! Why didn't you tell us something sooner?" Derek demanded, standing up to get a closer look.
Peter soon followed.
"I didn't want you to freak out! You know how you guys get." I said.
"How?" Derek asked. I took off my shirt to show them my many bruises.
"My baby..." Peter said sadly and touched my bruised rib. Making me jump in pain. "He's a dead man."
"That! I don't want you guys to go into super protective mode and kill him." I said and pulled my shirt back down.
"Well he can't live! That's for damn sure." Derek said. "No one hurts you like this and gets away with it. Stay here, Stiles. Come with me, Peter." Derek said and grabbed his jacket.
"What are you going to do?"

They slit his throat ear to ear, sodomized him with lead pipe, shoved him in a barrel and lit it on fire. My nightmare was over. I love them.