Till I See You Again

PART SEVEN

Stiles's POV:

"Remember, I love you." Derek's voice echoed in my head as I saw him lying in my arms, bleeding out, watching and listening to him take his last breath. I shot up, screaming and sobbing as my Dad raced into my room, holding me close to him as I fought to get out of his grip.

"It's okay, it's just a dream. It's just a dream." He repeated, like he had done for the past week. "Breathe, Stiles, breathe." I buried my face into his chest as he rocked me back and forth slightly. "Nightmares are always the worst right after it happens."

"I miss him so much, Dad." I admitted as I sobbed harder.

"I know you do and I know that it hurts like hell, and your life will always feel different. You will always feel different but you will be okay and your life will be beautiful again, just in different ways." His voice was abnormally calm which seemed to calm me down, slightly. "You just have to trust me, kiddo."

"How did you do it Dad? When Mom died."

"Because I didn't have a choice, I had a ten year old kid to look after."

"H-He wanted to get married, adopt a kid, move in together." I looked down as I began to soak my Dad's shirt. "W-We were supposed to do that together! We were supposed to..." my voice trailed off.

"Shh, shh, I know. I know." He rocked me back and forth even more. "The FBI wanted to check out his loft to see if there's anything to help with their investigation, you can come if you want."

"I-I don't want them to touch his stuff, it-it doesn't belong to them."

"Stiles, he's-" I looked at him. "They need to look through his stuff, they need to find anything they can to help them solve this case." I pushed him off of me.

"They want evidence?! I know who did it and I keep telling them and no one is listening! Dad, you're not even listening to me!" I got up from my bed and ran out of the house, I could hear the sounds of my Dad calling my name but I never turned around, I just continued running.

Finally my speed caught up with me, making me trip over my feet as I fell face forward into the woods, I put my hands in front of my body, trying to break my fall. I hit the ground, scrapping my hands as I sobbed in my hands.  "I'm sorry." I whispered to myself. "I am so sorry, Derek."