Red Riding Hoodie

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Derek hastily stood from his bed in which Stiles was still laying in, and walked away from the bed. He'd just hurt his mate. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath. His hands found their way to the back of his neck, limply laying there while he thought and stared blankly at the floor.

He didn't mean to hurt Stiles, his wolf senses overpowered him in the situation. That's what Derek tried to convince himself, but he couldn't. It was his mate, he shouldn't have let it overpower him.

Stiles sat on the older man's bed staring at his wrists, they didn't look old, they looked as if they were still forming. "Derek?" Stiles voice rang in the silence, but also got the man's attention, his eyes never averting from the floor but his ears listening carefully.

Stiles looked up at the older man's back, as he was faced towards the loft door. "What.. What happened? Did you do this?" his voice had risen in pitch but lowered in volume. Derek slowly turned around dropping his arms and didn't meet Stiles' eyes, but stared at his already swollen wrists.

"Yes." Derek had said, not wanting to believe that he had. "Wh.. Where's Scott?" Stiles asked, his bottom lip starting to tremble as his heart dropped. Derek stood ready for the worst, he looked at Stiles.. not his wrist, but his face, his red watery eyes, his swollen quivering lip, the heartbroken expression he wore as he started at the older man..

He couldn't stand there and watch Stiles think he did it on purpose. He walked over to Stiles and held out his hand, "If you think I'm letting you touch me again, you're stupid." Stiles rolled his watering eyes , crossing his arms.

"Stiles, can I please see your wrists?" Derek asked . Stiles shook his head, looking away from the older man, acting like a stubborn child. "Stiles," Derek growled, "please let me see your wrists."

He was getting tired of asking, so he took it upon himself to take Stiles' arms and uncross them so he could see his wrists. "Ow ow - OW!" Stiles cried, all Derek seemed to be doing was putting more pressure on the bruises.

He saw that the bruises were turning their colors by the second, but there were also four small red crescents hiding in the hideous mess of colors. He looked to see if he had made those marks as well, amd he had.

"Can you please let me go?!" Stiles shouted, obviously hurt. Derek released his hand, stepping away from his bed and Stiles. "I- I'm sorry - It.. I didn't -" he started tripping over his own words. "Yeah, I don't care. I just want to go home." Stiles sighed, letting one tear fall freely down his cheek.

Derek realized what he'd just done. He couldn't hurt his mate again, he had to distance himself until his wolf senses we're in more control around Stiles. He walked to the couch and hesitated sitting down, but slowly sat on the worn down couch.

"Stiles," Derek sighed deeply, as Scott barged in the door with a glass half way full of water. "I got the water." Scott smiled, proud of himself. Derek rolled his eyes as Stiles lifted himself from Derek's bed and started walking towards the door.

Stiles and Scott were almost out the door when Derek had noticed the younger boy was leaving, "Stiles!" he shouted, leaving an echoing in his loft. Stiles didn't bother stopping, he walked away from the smell of dried blood and the man who left him bruised and hurt.

He got into his jeep and remembered that he'd forgotten about the two twins at his house, they were in for a surprise of why he disappeared.

Or maybe it was Stiles who was in for a surprise..

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short chapter , sorry guys . I've been incredibly busy lately but I'm going to try to write more , I promise .

but has anyone seen Jupiter Acsending ?? Caine is bae for life . and if I get more free time later on I may write a JA book , but I'm not sure yet . if you would, could you comment saying you would ?

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oH , and I love you guyssss .