After the nogitsune the pack distanced themselves. They were trying to heal from Allison's death. Stiles felt so alone. Derek was in South America taking care of his sister, Peter disappeared, the pack hate him, and now he's changing with no one to...
Great, another week of hell I gotta trudge through. I turned over and pain shot through my entire body from the all-too-fresh beating that happened last night. I tried to get out of bed again, but I heard my dad walking around and I froze, pretending to be asleep. My door creaked open and my silent prayers went unanswered.
"Get your ass up and go to school." The Sheriff left the room after I turned in my sleep. I have never been so thankful. I got up slowly, my body radiating in pain. I pushed it aside, getting ready for school. I waited till I heard the front door close and the familiar sound of an engine rev before I left my room. This is going to be a long week. I grabbed some grapes from the bowl and a piece of cinnamon bread going towards the door. I don't think I can stomach a lot of food. I prayed before I started my beloved Jeep and thanked the lord when it started on the first try.
I pulled into a parking spot, getting out of the car slowly as to not put myself in more pain. Unfortunately, I had Harris for my first period. I made my way as quickly as my exhausted body would carry me. I got there just in time, the bell ringing seconds later. I walked to the back of the room, systematically ignoring Mr. Harris and the five jocks glaring holes through me. I wasn't paying attention to the lecture because I had read ahead, studying too fast. I was doodling on the back of my notebook.
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I stopped upon hearing the bell, not listening to Harris spouting about homework that I more-than-likely finished already. As an automatic response, I started towards my locker, when I felt someone following me. I made a b-line to the library to try and lose my tail. Once I got there I weaved in and out of shelves. I doubled back, running out the door and to the bathroom. I grabbed the sink to try to ground myself, my labored breathing making it difficult, especially with so many questions going through my head. I left, not fully together yet, but needing to get to my next class. If I skipped my dad would kill me literally; I'd be six foot under, gonzo, vamose.
The adrenaline high came back down and my body began to punish me for my earlier movements, and protesting the current ones violently. When I got to math, I was exhausted. Thankfully, I got through the rest of school with just some idiots putting 'fag' on my locker, and though I never shook that 'being followed' sensation, I just kept my head down.
Out in the parking lot, I hopped into the driver's seat of Roscoe, not really wanting to go home yet. After some thought, I went to a café close to the house instead. I sat and did some of my homework at one of the booths. The waitress, who was beautiful, came to the table.
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"I'm Paris. What can I get for you?" She said with a bright smile. I gave a miniscule smile in return.
"Could you bring me some green tea with lemon and honey?" She nodded, walking away. A little while later she came with my tea and I thanked her. I didn't realize how long I had been there until I pulled out my buzzing phone with my father's name on the screen. Dread and fear fell hard, clouding my conscious mind, and I gulped roughly, my entire body shaking violently as I answered.
"Yes sir?" I asked, waiting, for the rage.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY ISN'T MY HOUSE CLEANED?" He yelled at me venomously.
"I'm sorry sir. I was doing homework and lost track of time. I'm close to the house. I can pick up dinner?" I rushed out as I tried to calm his anger a bit.
"You better be home in twenty minutes with food or you're going to get it."
"Yes sir." I barely got out the words before he hung up on me. I quickly called in to the burger place up the street. I packed up my stuff quickly and left 10 bucks and my name and number under my cup for Paris. I ran out to my car to go pick up the food and rush back to the house. When I got there the living room lights were on. Once again, dread filled my conscious mind as I walked in. Thankfully, I wasn't immediately met with a beating and I took it as a blessing. I walked quietly through the house. I held my breath when I heard something come from the living room. Slowly, and regretfully, I walked towards the noise. Nothing. I let out the constricting air upon the discovery. He had drank himself to sleep before I got home. I put his food in the refrigerator and went upstairs. I took a quick, hot shower before going to bed. I faintly remember my phone buzzing on the nightstand as I drifted off into the safety of my own bed.
