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"I can't do this anymore Stiles!" my dad, John, yells.
"Dad-" I try, only to be interrupted.
"No! First you lie to me, then you show up at all my crime scenes, and now you're lying about what happened tonight" He yells, I wince and look away.
"I'd-"
"No Stiles... I'm sending you to live with your father" he says tiredly, my mouth drops open and I stare at him in shock.
"You'd send me away" I ask quietly, he raises his chin and raises a brow, as if to dare me to argue.
"I don't trust you here anymore, you aren't my son" and with that sentence my world shatters around me.
"Mom would be so disappointed" I hiss coldly, turning to the stairs.
"No, she'd be disappointed in how you are acting" he barks back, I glance back and see him glaring at me, I shake my head with a snort before heading upstairs.
I stare at my room for what could possibly be the last time. I get lost in the memories of everything around me, my thoughts only getting interrupted with a knock on my door. I turn, getting ready to start arguing again but only am met by Lydia walking in. "I need your help" she says quietly, I sigh and look away.
"Of course you do... Whatever" I muttered, grabbing my keys and letting her instruct me on where to go.
After all the shit goes down and Jackson is now a werewolf, and Gerard is dying, I find Scott glaring at me.
"What the fuck Stiles!? I needed you!" He yells, I roll my eyes.
"I thought you didn't want us humans in the way" I ask, ignoring the stares of everyone but the dying man on the ground.
"I needed you" he says quietly, I laugh. coldly.
"That's news to me. Besides, I'm not helping someone who helped an Argent, never mind him" I hiss.
"I had a plan, obviously" he states defensively, I wave my hand in Derek's general direction.
"And raping your will on Derek was part of it? You know better Scott. It doesn't matter what he threatened or promised, cause let me guess, it was your mom and Allison was it? Everyone else is just collateral. Funny coming from the one who wants no one hurt"
"That is not-" He tries, I roll my eyes and step back as he tries to reach out to me, I notice Peter in the background, and Chris and Allison nearby as well.
"Keep your family on a leash Chris, you wouldn't want word to spread that no one in your family follows the code, including your lovely daughter" I growl, I turn to Peter, "You better not hurt my dad or I'll kill you again" I turn towards Jackson and Lydia, "You have my number, call me if you have any questions" and I finally turn to Derek. "I didn't know what Scott had planned. I wish you and your pack safety"
"What are you talking about" Scott asks, I laugh bitterly.
"Like you don't know" I taunt, a dangerous look in my eyes.
"It was nice knowing ya Scott, at least, before all this shit happened. I'm leaving Beacon Hills" I explain, getting in the battered Jeep, ignoring Scott's calls, and pull away from the warehouse. Silent tears roll down my face, for the innocence lost, for everyone lost, for everything that's happened the past year. I head to the Argents, pulling the gun I bought off a sketchy guy two towns over a week ago. I knock on the door, one of the hunters answers the door, I shoot him between the eyes, along with the three others getting up from the couch. I head to the basement and release Erica and Boyd, helping them outside, I see Chris and Allison pull up, Allison looks horrified at what shape they're in. I drive them to the abandoned train station that Derek frequents and drop them off before heading back to the warehouse and see Peter burning Gerards body. He turns to me.
"I'll miss you Little Red" he says quietly, I smile sharply and stand next to him as we watch him burn.
"I think I may even miss you too creepy uncle Peter" I say quietly. "Now that you're somewhat sane that is"
He slips me a piece of paper, I eye him curiously. "In case you ever need me"
"You don't even know where I'm going" I say, he smirks.
"Does it matter?" he asks, I shrug.
"Suppose not"
I leave the warehouse district feeling lighter. When I head home, I ignore my dad’s sad attempts of trying to make me feel good about this and start packing. I start with a bag of all the books and research I've done since all this started along with the few books I've gotten from Deaton. The next bag with toiletries and electronics, and the last bag with few clothes. When I'm done my dad knocks on the door, I look at him coldly, and I don't let myself feel bad as he tries to apologize.
"Stiles-" He starts, I hold up a hand and turn around, getting my bags together.
"When will the jet be there" I ask coldly, he clears his throat.
"Um, tomorrow morning at 8" he says quietly. I nod sharply and start taking my bags downstairs to put in my car.
"I'm driving you" he says, I roll my eyes.
"What? To make sure I leave?" I ask sharply, he looks hurt and apologetic.
"No, because I want to see my son off" he says, I snort.
"I can't be your son when it's convenient" I say sharply, heading outside, he follows me out.
"Where-"
"Don't worry, I'll be back by morning" I say sarcastically, before heading to nowhere in particular.
I suddenly realize I'm outside the Jungle. I guess I'll get drunk before I leave. I head inside after flashing my fake ID and head straight over to the bar where someone instantly buys me a drink, raising theirs at me in welcome from across the bar, I grin and sit down, sipping at my drink absently. "Stiles?" I hear someone ask from behind me, I turn to see Danny.
"Oh, hey Danny" I say with a small smile, he frowns at me.
"I haven't seen you here often are you okay" he asks, sitting down next to me, I shrug and stare into my drink. "You can talk to me you know, I'm not as oblivious as your pack seems to think" I glance over at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I should be shocked but let's be honest Danny Boy, you're smarter than most give you credit for"
"Thanks, I guess" he says awkwardly, ordering himself a drink.
"My dad's shipping me off to my biological father" I finally state, he looks at me shocked.
"You're adopted" he asks in shock, I laugh and shake my head.
"My mother got drunk and had a one-night stand before meeting my dad" I admit, he shakes his head.
"That's rough. You never told him the truth" he states, I nod.
"Well hey, we've never been close, I know, but if you want someone to talk to, I'm always here"
"Thanks, I appreciate that" I say quietly, he takes my phone and adds his number before wandering off and letting me slowly get drunk.
I eventually head out to the dance floor. Most people are under the assumption I can't dance, or sing, or pain, or really do anything creatively. The reason of that being that one, I'm not open about it, and two, I don't do any of it often. I find a hot guy who seems to be interested and we dance together. Dance as in grinding and making out, groping each other’s bodies as much as is appropriate in a place like this, and maybe a little more. I end up heading home with him. And let me tell you, I made a good choice with this one, he was a lot of fun in bed. Most people think I'm a shy virgin, but let's be honest, I'm far from shy and far from a virgin. I head home in the morning after messing around with the hot guy who I learn is names Greg, he gives me his number and says he's always willing to hook up if I'm in town.
I probably stink but I don't really care, the car ride to the airport is silent, my dad obviously knows what kind of night I had and was wise enough not to say anything. When I leave I let him hug me, but I don't make much of an effort to hug back. After all, I'm not his son, nor am I welcome here. I can't wait to see Tony, it feels like forever since I've seen my father.