Losing my Mind

Chapter 10: Werewolf Sleepover

Stiles got in his Jeep with the twins and drove home in silence.

They made their way into the house only to find Mr Stilinski fast asleep on the couch.

"How long are you guys staying for?" Stiles asked never taking his eyes off his fathers sleeping form.

"How long can we stay?" Aiden asked, Stiles took note of the beer and alcohol bottles close to his dad, one gripped loosely in his hand. He hadn't been asleep for long... A feeling of pure terror raced through his body, almost paralysing him.

"I'd prefer if you left as soon as possible, but I don't want to be rude" Stiles said finally looking away and walking robotically to the kitchen, yet trying to act more himself as to not attract any unwanted attention to his worries.

The twins took note of how nervous, scared and sad Stiles looked even though he tried to hide it and they instantly felt the need to protect him by staying for the night, again.

"May we stay over again? We won't bother you... or your dad... we'll even make dinner and breakfast" Ethan said making Stiles'face fall even further, "We have nowhere else to stay"

"If my dad says yes... then it's fine..." Stiles bit his lip nervously, he looked over to his dad's sleeping form, willing him back to his normal self.

The twins expected Stiles to wake his dad, but noted that he reeked of fear and anxiety, his heart rate had quickened in pace, making the twins look at each other in confusion. Something was seriously wrong.

"Shouldn't you try and...uh... ask?"

"No, not yet... he's sleeping" Stiles fidgeted.

"Stiles, please just ask, we need to know now...if he says no we need to try and find another place to stay.... just... please?" Ethan begged.

"Ok..." Stiles breathed as he cautiously made his way over to the couch, as if he were walking to a bomb.

"You can go upstairs and wait so long" Stiles said, desperately trying to get them away, he knew how his dad was when he got drunk, but both of them just glared at him, while crossing their arms over their chests.

Persistent bastards

Stiles took a deep breath while closing his eyes, his heart pounded against his ribs and his nerves went crazy. He opened his eyes and tapped on his dads arm.

A searing pain swept across his face and in an instant he was on the floorl, then another pain crashed right through his stomach and face. His father had awoken quickly, punched him through the face, kicked him in the stomach and thrown a bottle at his face.

Damn police instincts...

"Oh my god, Stiles!" His dad crouched down next to him "I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine" Stiles said coughing up specks of blood while the twins stood paralyzed with shock and panic. Atleast his dad appeared to be his normal self.

"No it's n-" The Sheriff got cut off by a loud knocking at the door. He looked up seeing Ethan and Aiden for the first time.

"Could you please see who that is" He asked desperately, as he tried to help Stiles.

They both walked to the door, Aiden opened it and Isaac quickly walked in, sniffing the air.

"Stiles, are you ok? I smelt your anxiety and panic from down the road" Isaac anounced loudly.

He ran past the twins, into the lounge area and observed the scene before him, it felt all too familiar. Alcohol bottles everywhere, Stiles' dad and Stiles himself who was laying on the floor bleeding from his face.