Turning Page♥ (Stiles Stilinski/Teen Wolf Fanfic)[Book 2]

Turning Page.

I finished packing up the last of my stuff, which wasn't very hard considering that I didn't have much when I first moved to town. Right now I was packing up all my stuff, getting ready to move out of this very lonely house and into a loft with my new pack. I advised against it but Isaac assured me it would be better and more fun. For some reason, Isaac always had this way of convincing me to do things I was skeptical of. I only had one more box to load into my car as I looked around at my house, this place filled with memories of a life that I never got to have, of all the times i had lied to Stiles whenever he passed by, all the excuses I made up of why my parents were never home. I shook the thoughts out of my head as I knew it was time.

It was time to start over. 

I tapped up the last box and started walking over towards the front door to set it with the rest of my stuff when I tripped over my own heel and dropped the box. I cursed to myself as I reopened the box to see what broke and that's when I noticed it was a picture frame. 

I stood quiet as I lifted it and noticed it was a picture of me and Stiles. I had it next to my bed, it was a picture of the two of us looking completely content, happy... I bit my lip to keep myself from crying, I was so sick of crying. I think that's all i've done for the past two weeks. I placed the now broken picture frame back in the box and that's when something else caught my eye. I lifted my journal up as I noticed something sticking out from the back. I peeled the back of my journal open as I pulled out an old crumbled picture. 

I held it in my lap as I lightly rubbed my finger tips over the picture. It was an old picture of me and my parents before everything went to complete shit. I couldn't help but feel my eyes get watery as I thought about the memories I still had of them when they were alive. They were kind, loving, and strong. They were all the things that i was hoping I could grow into.

A single tear escaped my eye as it hit the picture, I sat there on my knees for a while, just staring at the picture, staring at their faces. It was hard to think about the good times when the last memory I had of them alive was them trying to kill me before I stumbled upon their bodies... My thoughts were broken as I heard someone knocking at my front door. I felt my voice get caught in my throat as I stood up yelling, "Coming.." I quickly placed the picture of them back in it's hiding spot before walking over to the door, whipping away my tears as I opened it only to be face to face with Stiles.

"Hey..." Stiles whispered as he looked down. "Can I come in...?" 

I quietly nodded my head as I gestured for him to come inside. Once he stepped inside, he must have noticed how exceptionally empty my house now looked as well as all my boxes sitting near the door. He turned around and looked at me confused, "Are you leaving?" 

I nodded my head slightly. "I'm leaving town for a bit..." I looked around awkwardly as I knew that I was lying to him again but I knew how Stiles felt about Derek and Isaac and Peter, especially Peter and for some reason he really hated Isaac. Besides, it wasn't really lying. I was moving in with Derek and Isaac but I wasn't staying. I needed to leave town for a bit, figure some stuff out if I were to come back and act like everything was okay. I was tired of hiding behind a mask. 

"Where are you going?" He asked me, stepping closer to me as I shook my head. 

"Just away..." I avoided eye contact with him. 

"You're not coming back...are you?" I finally looked up at him and only noticed sadness in his eyes. 

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know...maybe...I..I just need some time away..." I tried to reassure him that everything would be okay, but he wasn't hearing it. "Your world would be easier if I didn't come back..."