Silvern | Stiles Stilinski (Book 2)

Chapter Sixteen: Dreamcatchers

We were in the Sheriff's office, helping Stiles' dad to get ready for a date. Things had been a little tense after our argument, but we had managed to talk things out after having a little space. Stilinski groaned, looking at himself in a small hand-held mirror, "Oh, I should've got a haircut"

Stiles sighed, "Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut"

"I think you look great!" Scott smiled.

"Well, thank you, son I should have had," I chuckled, squeezing Stiles' hand. "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea" he huffed, loosening his tie.

Stiles rushed forwards to readjust the tie, "What, Dad... Dad, it's one date, okay?"

I nodded, "The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman"

"Or man" my boyfriend added.

Stilinski huffed, "It's a woman, Stiles"

"Okay"

"A very beautiful woman"

Stiles glanced at Scott and I in confusion, "What beautiful woman, by the way?"

The man sighed, "None of your business. Any of you"

"I want to know" Stiles muttered after a slight pause.

"Stilinski!" a voice yelled from outside, "Stilinski!" We followed Stiles' dad out of the office, seeing a boy furiously struggling against Parrish and another Deputy. "I'm gonna kill you" he spat.

The man sighed, "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out"

The two Deputies turned away, pausing when Donovan refused to move. "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna get a knife and I'm gonna stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why" I could feel Stiles' grip on my hand tighten. I stared at Donovan in fear, but his words weren't the scary part, I was scared of how calm he was as he threatened the life of the man who had treated me with so much kindness, the man who had gradually started to become a father figure to me.

There was a tense silence as everyone took in what he had just said. Stiles scoffed, "Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome, that was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walked this time, you know? Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in a tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there, forever"

Donovan smiled as he began to turn away, he suddenly span around, lunging at us. "How about I come after that bitch of yours instead, huh?" he yelled, glaring at me as he fought against the Deputies' grip. Stiles immediately pushed me behind him, sending a look of pure hatred towards Donovan

"Get him out of here!" Stilinski yelled, trying to end the conversation before it escalated further.

"What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott asked as soon as they were gone.

Stiles sighed, still refusing to let go of my hand, "It's a test you take when you're applying to become a Deputy"

I scoffed, "That guy wanted to be a cop?"

"At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience"

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Stiles groaned in frustration, trying to start the jeep. Scott and I glanced at each other worriedly, "It's anxiety" Stiles told us.

"What is?" Scott asked.