Save Me

It's Happening Again

~Stiles~

Everything was happening way to fast. He started drinking again. He said he wouldn't ever do that. I had always been meaning to get rid of all the alcohol in the house just in case things got bad and he decided to drink himself away again. The wide smile I used to look at that was happy but always a little sad has now turned into a crazed drunken' one.

He used to do this every night get drunk at a bar then come home and beat the shit out of me and use awful words, but he started to turn around and get better and stop. That was until tonight. It was after the game and I hadn't talked to him all day. So here I sitting at a kitchen table that is usually never used because dad is always off. I mean would it kill him to come home early some nights and talk to his son. I didn't thi........

I whipped my head to the side as a stumbling man came through my front door. I could already smell the alcohol on him. And there was a half empty whiskey bottle still in hand. Although he didn't catch sight of me. Great just great I have a drunk dad in my house and a huge test tomorrow and frankly I could care less about either.

"Dad I thought we weren't going to do this again." I whispered to myself getting up quietly to go upstairs and hopefully go out my window and run not so fast to Scott's. But all my hopes came crashing down as I heard that awful raspy voice almost like a growl.

"YOU!" He screamed I looked back down to see his almost empty bottle pointing at me. I tried to gulp down the fear in my throat. Yes its bad to get beat by a parent but when that parent is drunk and has gone through a lot of heavy training as a police officer you are basically screwed.

"YOU G-ET YOU-RRR ASS OVER HE-REEE." He slurred out and pointed in front of him. I can out run him right I can get up there and be out but what about my window it could be locked and I might fall up the stairs. Before I knew it my feet where moving on there own taking me slowly to him. Pain sprouted in my stomach as he removed his fist.

"You did this you see this you dod this." He was pointing at himself. Well how could I do that I didn't buy you that whiskey.

Then his fist moved back and I knew where it was going but I couldn't move I was frozen in fear. Then it ran straight into my ribs, I gasped for air but to my luck fell backwards and gasped even more when the air wouldn't come back. It was like I was bug spray and the air are bugs that cant get near me. I hate this feeling I used to have to go through this every night and I will again. You know it feels like drowning everything is muffled and all you can here is your heart beat and your head feels like it's going to explode then the air comes back and all is...well.

He jumped on my now limp form laying on the ground and threw punched into my sides. The tears started to rush down as the feeling of air became a stranger to me. He knew he couldn't hit my face then people would notice so he took it out on my stomach and ribs. Then finally the punches stopped and I unsquinted my eyes.

They were only met by rage filled ones that almost looked red with fury. His fingers started to travel to my neck. I tried to say something my throat was raw. He used his finger tips and put all four on one side then the other on the other side. It was a trick he learned you do this and it cuts off air easier. He started to press hard. The over whelming fear came that he might not let go and I could die. I always assumed I'd die from his hands........

It all went black.

~Derek~

Today would be a good day. I get to see Stiles today my Stiles. I love these days its the time that we get to have a pack meeting. I always call them right after school so I get to see Stil.... I mean everyone faster. I don't let it show though I can't I am Derek Hale what would they think of me.

There was about a half an hour till they would be here. Just enough time to go over a new case. There had been three murders recently, but definitely not human. They victims would all be found in the woods with deep gashed all over. They seemed to be small like raccoon sized but long and deep like a werewolf. My thoughts are cut short by the elevator going off. I stand up straight ready to see Stil... the pack.

They all walked in with worried faces but Stiles Stiles wasn't in the row of them. Lydia, Isacc, Scott, Kira, Allison, Malia, Liam, and even Jackson looked pale but then they all walked in different directions. This left an opening to a weak smiling Stiles. He looked awful him face pale and eight dots on his neck four on each side. They looked like hickeys, but they couldn't be I smelt the pain being rolled off of him. Then he started to walk to the table a little funny and I couldn't believe it.

"What's the case." He said in the worst voice it was raspy and deep it would have been hot but he is in pain. Something was off and I could feel it.

Stiles wasn't a virgin.

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Alrighty Hello kids so don't get to worked up I will explain later. His dad didn't do anything. This will all come together don't you worry your pretty little minds one bit, basically they all don't pay much attention to Stiles so they jump to conclusions

This is my all time favorite OTP so hope you like

Love you my loves tjb