Please don't leave (sterek)

STILES IS MY WHAT ?

Stiles POV.
I wake up groaning as I get a text from Scott. As I reached my hand over to my phone it started to ring. I picked up my phone and pressed the answer button to her a rough low voice. That voice belonged to non other than derek hale himself tellin- more like demanding me to come to the loft then hang up on me before I could say anything. I put my phone back on the nightstand as pushed the covers off my small frame and got out of bed with my feet being placed on the cold dark wood floor. The house was dead silent normally I could here hear my dad stumbling around downstairs drunk like always. I put on my shoes and started to walk down the stairs. As my foot hit the last step the strong smell of alcohol pierced my nose. I frowned as I saw my father passed out on the couch with a empty whiskey bottle in his hand. I looked away and grabbed my keys and ran out the door before I was late to get to the loft. I got into my baby blue Jeep and backed out of the driveway onto the rode and started heading to the loft wondering what was going on.

****time skip****

As I walked up the stairs to the loft I heard yelling making my heart rate go up dramatically. It started to get louder as I approached the door. It all sounded like gibberish but as I got closer and closer to the door it was getting clearer and clearer until I could hear every word they said. As I reached for the handle I froze when I heard what sounded like Derek say "STILES IS MY WHAT?" I wanted to just leave but my curiosity got the best of me as I opened the sliding door that led into the loser to reveal the whole pack and Deaton looking at me in worry. I was really confused until I remembered that I had a black eye from when my dad punched me last night. " Oh this is from last night when I was twirling my lacrosse stick" l lied pointing at my black eye. Thankfully they believed me which sent a wave of relief though me.

Derek POV.
I can't believe that the person that I've been searching for- my mate has been right in front of me this entire time. How did I not realize that stiles is my MATE. My mine cleared as stiles walked in the door with a black eye. A BLACK EYE I swear I'm going to rip who ever hurt my mates throat out....with my tee-. My thought was cut of by stiles saying "oh this is from last night when I was twirling my lacrosse stick" as he pointed to his eye. Everyone believes it but me. I knew he was lieing cause it's not the first time I spotted a bruise on his small pale body. It just makes me wonder where he is getting them from.

Stiles POV.
I was about to sit down on the couch until I heard " are u sure it wasn't from that abusive father of yours" Jackson said from across the room. Everybody's heads snap in my direction. I started to breath heavily not liking their stares. Everything was starting to get blurry as I collapsed to the floor but before I hit it I felt a pair of big strong arms wrap around my body before everything went black.

Derek POV.
I ran over and wrapped my arms around stiles as he fell. I scooped stiles up bridal style and brought him to my room and laid him down so he could be comfy and pulled the covers over him. As I stared at him all the sound from the pack down stairs seamed to be drowned out by my own thoughts in my head. Was it true? Did he really have an abusive father?. I laid next to him holding his hand in mine. As I held his hand I felt a weak squeeze from stiles as he snuggled up in my side.