~ A MONTH LATER ~
STILES POV
A month after the trip I was still picking sand from my cast. Aside from that I could finally say honestly that I was happy. Luckily things just about went back to normal. Getting me to go to pack related things was still like pulling teeth, but none the less I went. Tonight was a pack bonding night, so unlike training Derek said it was important that I come. So you could say things were going pretty well for me, too well. But there's always a calm before the storm. I was on my way out the door when it opened from the other side and revealed my dad standing there.
"Hey kiddo!" he enveloped me in a tight bear hug
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
He sat me back down "I just felt so bad we haven't really talked in a long time so here I am"
Dad moved past me as I picked up his bag and followed him to the couch. I hadn't seen him in such a long time he looked a bit different. Actually he looked like he gained a few pounds and I scoffed to myself knowing he probably had been eating take-out every night since he's been in L.A. He plopped down on the couch taking in the sight of the house like he was seeing it for the first time.
After setting his bag down on the dining room table I moved to the kitchen pouring us both something to drink. When I turned to go back into the living room my phone buzzed from a text.
From Der: Where are you?
To Der: Something came up might not make it
From Der: Is everything okay
To Der: Yeah. My dad just popped back in town
From Der: Oh okay. I'll see you later?
To Der: Yeah
From Der: I Love you
To Der: Love you too
I slipped the phone back into my pocket. With both drinks in my hand I rounded the corner returning back to my father who had been sitting on the couch watching a football game.
"Well sit down talk to me" he patted the seat beside him "Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked
"Of course dad. I just don't know what to talk about"
"How's school been, and Scott, and your pack friends. I want to know everything"
I ran my sweaty palms down the sides of my jeans. I wasn't so sure he did. He knew about the supernatural word and thought it was better he stay out of it. I couldn't talk to him about the little self-harm predicament I was in a while ago. Then there was the little thing about my newfound relationship with Derek. I couldn't tell him for two reasons. One: Derek was a werewolf, and was previously wanted for murder and two: there was the little fact that I left out about being gay "Everything's still the same, things have been surprisingly calm. How long until you go back"
"I'm back for good. We closed the case" he smiled clapping his hands together
"That's great, really great" I swallowed hard. I guess it was easier to hide when he wasn't around. I knew he didn't suspect anything but sooner or later it would come out.
He put a hand on my shoulder "Are you sure you're okay? Is something wrong?"
"Well... I... Uh" It was now or never. He was in a particularly good mood, that was the only sign I could find to go on.
"Spit it out. You know you can tell me anything"
Okay then I thought " I'm actually glad to hear you say that. I wanted to tell you that I met someone a while ago and-"
"That's fantastic. Who is it? Family dinner is coming up, I want to meet her"
"Well dad... it's not... a her" his face flattened and his eyebrows furrowed together "I-it's a him" he removed his hand which had still been on my shoulder, and leaned back in disbelief.
"Wh-what are you saying Stiles?"
"I'm gay dad, and I'm with Derek"
He stood up slowly and looked down at me. The happy loving man that had taken up residence in the space beside me had gone, and now he was someone I couldn't recognize. He stared straight through me.
"What did I do wrong?
"Wha-"
"You can't be a damn fairy!" he turned searching all over the house like the answer was lying somewhere under the years that filled the old house.
"Dad-" I reached out to calm him and he jerked away just as fast.
"Don't touch me. I am not your father" he let out a deep sigh pulling at the bridge of his nose "I want you, and your things out of here by sunrise" with that he gave me a final disgusted look and disappeared up the stairs.
Something broke inside of me. I was always amazed at how fast things could change in a matter of seconds. He wanted me gone and he meant it. I didn't bother to wipe away the tears that were falling as I trudged up the stairs. I took what I knew I needed, and the only things that would fit in my jeep. I grabbed my duffle bag stuffing it full of all my clothes, my laptop, my pictures, and all of my books. By the time I had finished my shirt was soaked in tears and dad-Noah had yet to come out of his room. On my way down I grabbed the first bottle of booze I could reach from his liquor cabinet. I thought about Derek and my promise all the way to the jeep. He was enough for me but right now it wasn't about him, or the pack, it was about me. I threw the cap out the window and took the biggest swig I could. Letting it burn the back of my throat I repeated this two more times before starting the car.
I drove to Miller creek. My mother use to take me here when she was alive. It was last place we came before she got sick. I stumbled to a bench overlooking the park. The streetlights reflected off the water making the entire place twinkle. I stared dumbfounded as I found myself crying harder than before. I took another long drink before falling to the ground onto my knees "I'm so sorry!" I cried out in a raspy tone. I was a few drinks away from finishing the bottle when my phone rang. My current intoxication level denied me the chance to read the caller ID. I fished the phone from my pocket answering trying to sound like a convincing sober drunk person.
I cleared my throat "Yesss?"
"Stiles? It's Derek, where are you?"
Oh shit I was supposed to go to Derek's
" Uh... sorry *hic* I just got a little caught up"
"You okay babe?"
"Yeah yeah. I'm on my way *hic* I promise"
DEREK POV
Stiles leaped passed the iron door into the loft. He walked up to me greeting me with a quick peck on the lips. When we pulled away I scrunched up my face and furrowed my eyebrows. Stiles stepped away quickly, and made his way towards the kitchen. He sifted through the fridge trying to keep himself occupied and away from me, but I could smell it. Not just the alcohol but the sadness.
"Are you gonna make me ask?"
"Huh?"
"You've been drinking"
"Not that much"
"Stiles"
He came from the kitchen plopping on the couch "Der I really don't need this right now"
"Are you gonna tell me why?"
"No" he was getting agitated
"Stiles-"
He huffed getting up from the couch and walking out the door "That's it I'm leaving"
I followed him all the way down bugging him with every step he took. We were outside when I asked for the millionth time. He pulled his keys from his pocket but they slipped from his grasp falling to the ground. He didn't bother to pick them up he just stood there staring at his reflection in the window. When I appeared behind him he closed his eye letting out a long exasperated sigh "Derek please I said I don't want to talk about it"
I seen the packed back seat of the car, I momentarily switched my focus "Why are all your things in the car?"
He slammed his cast against the door. Stiles held his hurt hand to his chest like it would make the pain stop quicker. He then turned around pressing his back against the jeep sliding down and sitting in the dirt. His head was in his hands and for a moment he was quiet until sobs began to escape from his hands. He wiped the tears from his face throwing his head back banging it against the car lightly "I told him. I told him about us, about how I loved you, and you know what he did?" He laughed to himself "He threw me out. He said he wasn't my father and he threw me out" Stiles squinted struggling to get a handle on it "I just don't know what I did wrong"
I picked him up off the ground and he cried in my shoulder the entire way back up to the loft.