My Pain Laughs in the Face of Yours

Chapter Two

For the next few days I got close to every single one of them. It felt natural being around the big group. We hung out but when they asked about my old pack, my job, or being kidnapped I would change the subject.

Today was the day. The day my family and friends would show up and drag me kicking and screaming back to Beacon Hills. I could feel it. It's not like I could out of no where, skillfully wrestle my way from their grip then be like "Oh, did you know that when I got kidnapped and joined the CIA I became fit? Oh, right I forgot, I didn't even tell you about being kidnapped and joining the CIA. My bad!"

There are to many questions that need to be answered and quite frankly I don't want to answer any of them. They will judge me afterwards.

The doorbell goes off and I tense up. They must have traced my scent since I have been staying at the boarding house.

Elena goes to answer the door and I stay seated on the couch tense. Everyone I had met when I first got here wanted to be here today with me to either 1.) Actually be here for me 2.) See what the pack looks like, or 3.) Watch what happens between us.

I hear a whole bunch of feet walk into the living room but they stop in the door way.

With a sigh I rub the bridge of my nose and stand up. Slowly I turn around and face the group. They were all staring at me regretful and determined. Elena walked back over near Stefan.

I walk around the couch so it wasn't between us. There was still a large gap though.

Dad was the first one to step forward. He had walked over to me and pulled me into a bear hug. It was only natural when I hugged him back to. My eyes closed as I hugged him.

His hug was warm and I sighed again. Dad pulled away and smiled sadly at me.

"I am sorry Stiles. I should have treated you the same as before you were possessed. It doesn't matter what you do cause you will always be my son."

I smile at him and pull him in for another hug.

Dad goes over to Elena and Jeremy and hugs them to.

Looking back to the rest of the group there was practically everyone. Scott, Malia, Derek, Peter, Aiden, Ethan, Isaac, Chris, Melissa, Lydia, Kira, and.....

When I look at her I quickly have to look away. I didn't just leave because of the way they treated me afterwards but because I also felt so guilty.

It is easy to assassinate someone you don't know, but when you almost kill someone you have known for so long it eats you up inside.

I look away from her with guilt. Dad put his hand on my shoulder and I sighed.

My phone starts buzzing again. I huff knowing it is the wrong time but when I see the caller ID I know I would answer his calls anytime of day or night. Newt.

I am bisexual btw. If you didn't already know that I liked Lydia from the 3rd grade but that has changed. Ever since I had met Newt I always feel happy and like we could do anything. I don't think he feels the same. We didn't exactly have time for expressing feelings in the trials.

I answer with a big smile and ignore everything thats happening.

"Hey Newt! What do you need?"

Newt sounded distressed as he panicked,"Tommy! Minho, Frypan, and Gally were all taken again by WICKED!"

I tense and my smile goes away instantly. Furious, I spat,"Who took them! I thought we killed WICKED?"

Newt then sighed,"I know. I thought WICKED was gone to."