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Stiles looked at his face in the mirror blood stained his cheeks and shirt. “Man, did they really have to mess up my favorite shirt.” Especially on my birthday of all days. He thought as he ran his hands over the torn shirt recalling the week’s events that led to this moment.
FLASHBACK
“haha, so you expect me to care about what you think??” Scott asked. “Do you think I will roll over a die just because you think that I’m not a good alpha?”
“No!! That’s not what I said Scott” Stiles cried “I only said, that maybe you need to think about the thoughts of the other pack members as well. All you have to do is ask their opinion on the matter.”
“Listen Stiles, you’re human so you don’t really understand how a pack runs no matter how much research you have done. You cannot possibly know how to run this pack. Sure you have made some good points in the past, but don’t think we don’t remember when you messed up and got possessed by Nogitsune.” Scott shouted.
“We don’t trust you anymore. We can’t, you are the weak link in the chain.” Allison spat.
‘You’re not pack, never have been, never will.’ Lydia add.
‘ Bu-but you said that I was pack, yo-you said that Scott, you promised that nothing would change.’ Stiles looked at their faces filled with disgust, distrust, and hate. Tears threatened to fall, but he would not cry in front of them. He could not appear any weaker then he already seemed. He had only wanted to prevent Scott from making a decision that could in the long run be harmful to the pack.
‘I know all that you want is power Stiles, so let me give it to you straight. You will never be Alpha, we would never follow someone as weak as you.’ Kira said, her eyes looking at him as though he were the enemy.
‘But I never wanted power or to be alpha, I…..’ Stiles looked up he saw that his words were falling on deaf ears. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Theo smirk. Stiles had lost, not even Malia or Liam looked at him but at the floor. Theo really had done a good job of acting as if he had fully changed, but then again Scott had changed a long time ago, and without Derek around to keep him in check he had only gotten worse.
‘I’m sorry Stiles but, Malia and I don’t see ourselves trusting you anymore. I’m truly sorry. I wish things were different, but after your possession, I'm really afraid of what you are capable of. What your heart truly wants.” Liam said, not raising his eyes from the ground.
Jackson, Ethan, and Aiden looked at him, but said nothing.
‘Get out!’ Scott shouted.
At that same moment Kira and Allison jumped him. Kira punched Stiles in the stomach, fracturing his ribs. Allison slamming her knee into his arm raised for protection as he fell backwards unto the floor, breaking his arm. Stiles screamed as the pain ripped through him, from his fractured ribs and broken arm. Stiles struggled to keep the pain at bay as he pick up himself to walk through the door of Scott’s pack house. Stiles staggered out like a drunk man, painfully making his way to his jeep. He yanked the door open with his good arm, stepped up into the jeep pulling his broken one into his lap so that he could drive home.
Reaching home Stiles was shaking from the shock of the pain from his broken arm, he felt as though he would pass out, so he hit his head on the staring wheel clearing his head enough for him to make it into the house and up the stairs.
Stiles pulled off his shirt with a painful whimper, then tried to push down his jeans with his good hand. Walking over to the bathroom he leaned over to turn on the water to fill the tub. Looking at the shirt in his hand he cringed, wondering what would have happened if he had retaliated, or if he had run off his mouth like usual. He knew he would have more than a broken arm and fractured ribs. Getting into the tub he quickly slipped into the ice cold water, teeth chattering. After dying off and getting himself into his pajamas, he heard a gasp, "Dad your home early." Stiles said with a groan. "Did you forget something? You do know you could have called and I would get it to you?"
"Like that? Really son?" John bellowed.
“Stiles, what happened? Why do you look so beat up? What did you do?” John marched over to Stiles touching his arm softly and shifting back slightly when Stiles let out a mummer of pain. “Who did this? Your arm is broken.” Stiles could hear the rage in his father’s voice, which was ever so slightly over powered by concern.
John watched as Stiles winced at the questions especially at the last one. “It was Scott wasn’t it.” It came out as a statement more than a question. John stared at Stiles not willing to let up until his question/statement was verified.
Stiles looked at the floor his feet overlapping each other. “It wasn’t Scott.”
“Really? Because the last time I checked you were having a pack meeting today? So if it is not Scott it must have been someone else from the pack. So tell me, who?” John asked
Stiles looked at his dad that back at the floor.
“Who?” John asked with more command in his tone, "You will tell me now or do I have to go and find out. Because you know I will march right over to Scott's house right this instance, if I have to. So answer the question."
“Kira and Allison?” Stiles squeaked
“Why?”
‘Because the pack thought I wanted to take over, and become alpha?’ Stiles murmured.
John ran his hands through his hair as he looked at Stiles. How could they do this to his son who had helped them so much, put his life on the line so many times for them, even lied to him (John) his own father, just to keep them safe? John want to use his gun, really bad right now, he kept thumbing the safety off and on. Even though he understood that they feared Stiles. They should have also remembered that Stiles would never in his right mind try to kill them, even if they got on his bad side. Hadn’t many of them tried to kill Stiles at one time or the other, so what happened to the many times Stiles had forgiven them. Stiles had only messed up once and they felt justified to harm him and distrust him.
Stiles watched his father furrow his brows, Stiles did not like, when he cause his dad to worry so much. He knew that since mom died John had watched him with a lot more diligence. So stiles had to learn how to cover up a lot. Like when he used to be bullied at school, he had to make sure John never saw the marks because it would only increase his workload even more. Stiles knew that his dad would try to protect him, so he knew exactly what his father was thinking. “No, dad you can’t, please.” Stiles plead.
“I don’t see any reason I can’t. They did the same to you. Remember you are human, well for the most part and don’t heal quickly. So if I use my gun on them, for a little extra practice, it will only hurt a little, plus they will heal within a minute or two.” John stated as he looked into Stiles pleading eyes.
“Fine, but I want to hear the whole story.” John sighed placing his gun on Stiles desk.
Stiles began about how, he was possessed. What He had done and tried to do, and how the pack did not trust him now. “Dad I even tried to kill Scott and I killed, dad...” Even now I can feel the pleasure it gave the Nogitsune, when he killed someone.
“I still don’t see the reason behind kicking you out and beating you up, but I will overlook it for you.’ John sighed and added "are you going to stay here for the rest of the school year if something like this happens again? Cause if not, which I would prefer it to be a onetime event, if it turns out not to be I can send you to New York.”
“I would like to get stronger dad, so I don’t hurt someone again. I want to train, like mom, train my magic. But right now I just want to go to sleep and go to school tomorrow to hand in my project. I will think about it. ’ Stiles said looking at John.
“Okay” John said “But remember to think it over and also I am only allowing you to go to school, tomorrow because I know that your seal it cracking, so you will heal some, but come home if you feel any pain. Love you.” John leaned forward and hugged Stiles. “Here take this” John handed Stiles an extremely strong pain reliever. “Good night son.” John closed the door behind him.
Stiles opened his side draw, and took some more pain reliever, and laid down in the bed thinking about the day’s events. He knew that he had to make sure Scott did not go through with his plan, because the “people” he was dealing with were very powerful and demanded high respect. If Scott truly wanted to be a good Alpha he would not only learn about who he was to meet, but realize that, the other supernatural creatures that lived in Beacon Hills, needed to see him as competent and not power hungry. Especially with the mer people. “haaa” .
Stiles sat up and took out a notebook, began to scribble down some thoughts on how He was going to make sure things went smoothly. Also he needed distraction from the pain the Nogitsune left, gnawed at his mind and body combined with the pain from his wrapped ribs and broken arm, and the pain of being put aside by his best friend, his brother. Darkness seemed to wrap around him, engulfing him.
Stiles tosses and turned, only getting to sleep after 4 am, and it was a fitful sleep.