Broken boys Cry Alone

A Broken Boy Tends To Hide

We sat there for a few hours, just feeling each other, no need for words to communicate with one another. It was a perfect moment, until, there sounded a knock on the door. Stiles made a small jump and I quickly started to rub the comforting circles on his back. I could smell that it was Lydia, so I gave her permission to enter. 

"Hey you guys, sorry to bother you, but I was thinking that you were getting hungry, and I just wanted to see Stiles too," she said giving Stiles a sandwich, a Stiles special, of course. He nervously took the sandwich without breaking touch with me, like he was scared that if he did then I would disintegrate into dust, but with the destructive forces of The Nogitsune, I'm sure he has been fed that image way too many times.

As Lydia left the room with a sympathetic smile I turned to Stiles, there already had swallowed the entire sandwich. My thumb took a trip over his cheek which was a sheer shade of pink and had a healthy heat rising up under the, a bit tan skin, that wasn't abnormally pale. I always looked into his eyes to see if the same boy was in there. The one who laughed, the one who danced in the kitchen to Rhiana or Lady Gaga, the one that was fueled with hope. But I only saw shattered pieces of what was left of that very same person. I wrapped my arms around him breathing in his scent, which even after so much time apart I still seemed to get intoxicated by. 

"You wanna go Downstairs to the others, Scott is down there," I said, trying to give the travel downstairs a purpose. He slowly nodded, what seemed like, a heavy head. I got up from the bed, with him not moving a nudge from the position he was in before. His legs were still wrapped around my waist in an iron grip. 

As I made my way down the stairs with the weak boy in my arms, I could feel all the eyes in the room shift over to us, But I carried him with pride, not ashamed to show affection towards the young teen. I sat down on one of the couches, Feeling Stiles tug harder as the grip around my waist loosen a little bit. I got a soft smile on my lips as his head popped up from my shoulders, and looked across the room and with slight caution started to separate himself from my body. I looked around the room to find any trace of Scott. I knew that it was the only reason that Stiles was even down here with everyone else. 

I located the young Beta looking out of the loft, windows. I followed Stiles over there to him. I held him around the waist and had his arm thrown over my shoulder, to prevent him from falling, I could tell he was still really unsure on his feet and was still quite weak. Scott turned around with a, still, emotionless face, and eyes there easily robbed him of the secret that he hadn't slept since we lost Allison. 

 I looked at Stiles' happy face as he tried to go in for a hug from his best friend, but Scott held a stretched arm out, stopping Stiles in his trails as the young wolf looked away from his friend's face. 

"Scott, please, it's me, Im ok," Stiles said in a shaky voice, clearly holding back oceans of tears, I snaked my hand into his hand to try and comfort him. 

"All I see when I look at your face, all I see when I look at you, is the blood on your hands," he said with a growl that was stuck in his throat, and the smell of salty tears was starting to emerge from his eyes. Stiles let out a small noise as the tears started to run down his face, and his hands covered his mouth, only letting half-choked breaths travel into his lungs. That was all he did before, in the blink of an eye, already was running up the stairs, leaving the smell of tears and pain after him. I looked at Scott angrily as I flashed my eyes red and let my fangs poke through my gums. 

Soon he was in an Iron grip consisting of my wolfed, fist, with claws, slightly poking the surface of the Beta's skin. My vision soon turned all red and I could slowly feel my humanity fade away as my inner animal's anger started to grow. 

"What the hell was that Bullshit about?" I growled, digging my claws further into the beta's neck, intoxicated by raw and pure anger.

"He killed my Fucking girlfriend Derek, " he said in a similar animalistic voice to mine. 

"He had no control you asshole, YOU! Are blaming, HIM! For a murder, he didn't do!" I roared out through the entire loft, only focused on the teen in front of me. 

"Stop defending him Derek, HE KILLED ALLISON!" He growled out in an infuriated roar.

"So all that a few days ago about him being your brother?! was that all bullshit? How dare you! How dare you threaten me, to warn me about what will happen if I break his heart, How dare you say that when you just Shit on it yourself?!" I roared it out loud as I tossed the werewolf through the entire loft. I could feel the heat of the anger radiating off my own skin and my own vision was getting more crimson. Feeling my muscles expand and twist around I made my way into a crimson world where I didn't stay for long before I blacked out. 

*The Next Day* Derek's P.O.V

When I woke up I was all sore and my muscles were screaming in pain. I looked around me to see that I was lying on one of the couches in my loft, on closer inspection I could see, but oddly not smell, that The entire Pack was looking at me. I tried to sit up as much as possible and shot The Pack a confused look not able to remember that much. 

"What happened?" I asked, still kinda hazy as most of my memories from yesterday were pretty foggy, the only memory that stood as clear as water was the kiss with Stiles. 

"You transformed, into your true wolf form, only a few Alphas I know have that ability," Deaton said as moved into my view. I let my hand glide over my forehead as I was almost burning up. I looked around and saw Lydia's worried face as she handed me a glass of cold water. Not even seconds went by before I chugged down the water. I looked around the room and saw Scott standing in the corner of the loft. The heat inside me started to rise up and I started to remember everything. A growl came through as I stood up and endured the pain that followed. 

"Where is Stiles?!" I growled out to no one in particular, I can't lose him again, I just got him back, and losing him one more time would just devastate me, shatter me into pieces. They all seemed to share a nervous look when I mentioned Stiles' name, where is he? 

" He is in Mexico, He writes he only wants you with him down there," Lydia says as she hands me a piece of paper where Stiles' handwriting was plastered on with a few tear stains. 

Dear Derek

I'm sorry I ran away, But it hurts too much to see the faces of the people I have hurt. Please don't blame Scott, he is right, I killed Allison, I hurt all of you, but I can't leave without knowing you following me, without saying I love you, even though I know probably don't want to. 

But if you do, Meet me in Mexico. I'm not gonna be far away if you follow my trails. 

I see you, maybe, and again, I'm sorry. 

Yours, Stiles.

It ended with a giant tear stain beside it. With every last bit of power, I arose from my knees that I unconsciously had fallen down to. I flashed my eyes as I grabbed my jacket. 

" I'm gonna get him back, Peter is gonna be in charge when I'm gone," I growled as I left the loft. 

My search for my love has once begun. 

Again.

* Hello Guys, Girls, And nonbinary pearls. Yes, this is the last chapter of Broken Boys Cry Alone, I will resume with the sequel to When Rules Don't Matter. But, Butt, This fanfic will become A trilogy, and This will get a sequel, But I'm gonna finish the project that I already have started, But to summon up, I will say a huge thank you to all you guys, for your support and all the beautiful comments, It's the reason I'm still madly in love with writing fanfiction. I hope you all have a wonderful day and you all are staying safe. 

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