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Chapter 2

Well crap. This was one suspicious, stubborn but hot cop. Stiles heaved a huge sigh as he sat up a little straighter,though with some difficulty. Looks like his boyfriend really did a beating on him. With a heavy heart and somewhat ashamed eyes Stiles looked up at the looming Derek, who was waiting patiently for an explanation, as he thought over how to word his tale of tragedy.
"Well...I guess if you really wanted to know.." Stiles' voice was soft and shaky, filled with repressed emotion and the weight of the world seemed to be on his shoulders as he spoke in hesitant, mumbled words. How it started..how it continued..All of it.

It had started in High School. God knows there wasn't many gay teens in Beacon Hills, so Stiles was a bit of an anomaly. Other than Danny but he wasn't really too keen on Stiles, more fond of his hyper-ness and general funny, lighthearted nature, much like everyone else who was gay it seemed. But then a stroke of luck seemed to hit, a boy with strong broad shoulders, wheat blonde hair that shined with pride, narrow navy eyes sat on an angled face with a chiseled jawline. Definitely Stiles' type anyway. At first they aimlessly flirted with each other for months, little touches here and there. Then it evolved one night at a school dance as the god-like teen's toned arms wrapped around Stiles' slim waist, hearts pounding together as he leaned in..it was his first kiss.

Everything seemed so serial...but the universe hated Stiles. Near the end of there final year of high school it turned sour, one wrong word in an argument and a firm,powerful fist hit the soft flesh of Stiles' cheek with a resounding smack. Of course his boyfriend has apologised and of course Stiles had forgiven him. But it just didn't stop. It got worse and worse. Like a bottomless pit of violence and empty apologies.

As Stiles wove his tale of domestic violence he saw Derek's chiseled, angled face fall more and more with every word he uttered, his eyes held such sympathy and hidden warmth it was almost enough to bring tears to Stiles' amber eyes.
But the tears never came. Stiles' though his tear ducts gave up on him years ago, maybe from the first time he couldn't hug his father after a beating from his boyfriend. Of course he never told his dad the truth but it was comforting to have firm arms wrapped around him that he knew wouldn't hurt him. But he had to leave when he got into college, so his boyfriend could 'keep an eye on him', it was hard..living without his dad, unable to contact him. God the amount of times he'd had to cry himself to sleep wishing he could see his dad was just ridiculous. But he lived, barely, but he did live through it. So Stiles' didn't bother crying anymore, what was the point? All crying does is make you seem weak. His boyfriend taught him that...

Derek heaved a heavy sigh as he gazed at the amber eyed beauty on the pristine hospital bed. He was only 20 years old and yet he'd been through so much. He couldn't help but feel he should help this frail boy, at least help him get away from his dick of a boyfriend... A click echoed through the room and the sound of a creaking door make Derek glance over..low and behold, seems the kid's boyfriend was here. Good..he wanted to talk to him.

"Hello Sir. My name is Derek Hale,
local police officer, I need to ask you a few words Mr?.."
"Tom. Tom Matthews.."