Demons - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 6: Home Sweet Home

The wind rushes through my curly brown hair as my penny board glides across the gravelly path through the preserve. The trees rush by and birds fly overhead AC/DC fills my ears. After the creepy encounter with the one and only Derek Hale, Scotty ditched me and Stiles because he had work and shortly after that Stiles bailed on me murmuring a quick excuse about chemistry homework. Which is strange because we don't have any.

I swerve around a corner and start down my street towards the building in which I spend the majority of my existence and my own personal hell. I can't exactly say home because it isn't, not for a very long time. And I don't exactly live there either I simply exist and get punished. My only purpose in life is to not be suspicious and get the thing who calls himself my father discovered for what he truly is.

At the end of the driveway, I kick up the board and pull out my earbuds strolling casually towards the front door as though I actually wanted to go inside. I almost didn't notice the banged-up old car Father drives. I hoped it was just an illusion or my mind playing tricks on me but alas today is not my lucky day. I am in some deep shit now, I am supposed to come home straight after practice with Isaac. Standing on the porch I slowly reach out towards the dull silver coloured door handle but before I can even touch it the door swings open and there he stands. In all his fury. My Father.

His hands are balled into fists turning his knuckles white and his face a slightly red colour. "Get in here?" he spat grabbing my elbow and gripping it so tightly I can feel the bruise blowing already, before yanking me into the entrance hall and dragging me into the kitchen before practically throwing me into the dirty white wooden chair. I stare at the faded and peeling yellow wall opposite me instead of into his eyes which are filled with hatred and more anger than I thought a human being could contain. Keeping my expression neutral I awaited what was to come, it's not the first time I've come home late, nor, I fear, will it be the last. What could he possibly do to harm me more than he already has? What else could he put me through? What else could he take from me?

"Where have you been? You should have been home an hour and a half ago," he demanded, almost sounding like a normal concerned parent. He just wants to make sure no one knows, to make sure last night's lesson sunk in as he had hoped. As long as his skin is safe, he's fine with destroying mine.

"My friend lost his inhaler and I was helping him find it," I replied monotonously. In my peripheral vision, I saw a slight twinkle of knowing in his eye. Oh shit. He knows. Why couldn't I have just said I was studying in the library? Or with Lydia? Or Jackson?

"Your only friend that needs an inhaler is Scott McCall, who never seems to be separated from the sheriff's kid. You were with him too weren't you." It wasn't a question more of a statement. A statement filled with malice.

"N-no," the word catching in my throat as I attempt a casual response. Fear builds in my chest. He can't do this to me again. I still haven't recovered from last night.

"Don't. Lie. To. Me." He enunciated each word venomously, before backhanding me across the face. I would have laughed at how much he sounded like Snape from Harry Potter but was too stunned from the slap to do anything, not that laughing would have helped in the first place.

Falling to the floor I touch my cheek which is still bruised from last night and now stinging from the new impact. He kicks me in the stomach before throwing me over his shoulder and heading towards the freshly painted sunshine yellow door towards the basement. The wooden stairs creaked under the weight as I wiggled trying to get out of his grasp, attempting to kick and punch him to release me, when suddenly he lets go leaving me to tumble onto the cold scratched up ground.

Shuffling backwards my back hits the wall and he stalks towards me. The only light source is a small window above Isaacs's freezer which is so dirty it only let in enough light to see vague silhouettes. There is something different though I can feel it. Slowly raising my head upwards, I see swinging directly above me a pair of manacles that had not previously been there casting an ominous shadow across the wall. I gulp knowing tonight it's going to be different from every other time.

I didn't notice how close he was, distracted by the new addition to the basement until it was too late, and he had pulled me to my feet and snapped the restraints onto my wrists. Panicking I yanked on the chains, but it was no use, the edged of the cuffs dug into the flesh of my wrists ever so slightly. I should have kept an eye on my tormentor. I watch as he approached a nearby table made of rotten wood. There are various tools scattered across the surface: hammers, pliers, saws, tools that to anyone else would raise no suspicion. When he turned back to face me, he kept one hand behind his back, hiding his choice from my terrified eyes and stalked forward like a starving wolf.

Standing directly in front of me I watch as he pulls his hand from behind his back and I see a glint of silver. Holy shit. He wouldn't dare do that. Bruises I can easily hide, but not this. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain across my stomach, and I couldn't hold in the ear-piercing scream that clawed its way out of my throat, proving me wrong in my thoughts.