AN: This story is set sort of in between season's two and three, but does not go exactly with the show. Some things may be taken from later seasons a little bit, but this is where the story made the most sense to me. Enjoy!

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Scott perked up when he heard the rumble of Stiles' jeep. He looked at his alarm clock. It was well past two in the morning. Scott got out of bed and headed downstairs. He was alone in the house since his mother had taken the nightshift. Scott heard the jeep stop, but Stiles never got out. He stopped before opening the door. An overwhelming smell hit Scott. Blood. Specifically Stiles' blood. He threw open the door and ran outside, he could hear the struggled breathing of his best friend. Scott approached the jeep, but stopped when he saw Stiles still holding onto his steering wheel, staring at his hands.

"Stiles?" Scott took slow steps up to the driver door.

Stiles did not respond, but tears fell out of his eyes.

Scott had a better look now. Stiles was beaten and bloodied. His wrists and hands were covered in blood, as well as his face. Scott could see the bruises beginning to emerge as well. Scott reached for the door handle and opened it as quiet as he could. He did not want to startle his friend in any way.

"Hey." Scott could still not get a response out of Stiles. He reached out and gently touched Stiles' hand, but the boy gripped tighter onto the steering wheel. "It's okay. Come on."

Stiles was not fighting Scott, so he let him tear his grip from the wheel and lead him out of the car. Scott held onto Stiles' arm as he helped him into the house. He noticed the limp and crouched posture. His fear of seeing his friend like this was quickly becoming replaced with anger. Scott led Stiles to the couch and checked him over. He did not see anything that needed immediate attention, but it was hard to tell with the blood.

Stiles continued to stare vacant, with tears running down his face.

Scott sat in silence with him until he could not take it anymore. "Stiles, you're really starting to freak me out. Please just say something."

Stiles took a shaky breath and looked up at Scott. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but could not find the words. His eyes went to the ground.

Scott got up and retrieved a washcloth from the kitchen. He came back and put the rag to Stiles' face, but he flinched back.

"It's okay. I'm just gonna get the blood off." He touched the rag to Stiles again, but this time he remained still.

There was a cut on his eyebrow that was swelling. Bruises all over his face. Scott could see tiny marks on his bruised neck. The more blood he wiped away, the more he revealed. The more he revealed, the more angry he became. Scott grabbed Stiles' hands and wiped the blood off, he had cuts around his wrists as if he were bound to something.

"Stiles, who did this?"

Stiles just closed his eyes, trying to stop the tears.

"We should go to the hospital, my mom can help." Scott was about to get up, but Stiles grabbed him.

The boy shook his head.

"Someone should look at you."

Stiles just shook his head again and his breathing became tenser.

"Then let me at least call your dad."

"No!" This was the first time Stiles had spoken since he pulled into Scott's driveway. "P-please Scott, just don't."

"Stiles, he's gonna find out, this isn't exactly something you can hide. If something attacked you, we'll figure out what to tell him, okay?"

"No, no, no, no, no." Stiles shook his head and shut his eyes.

Scott stared at his best friend. "Stiles. Why don't you want me to talk to him?"

Stiles looked back up and his breathing got faster.

"You don't want to go to the hospital, because they'll call your dad. You don't want to call him either. Why Stiles?"

"Please Scott."

Scott was starting to piece this all together. "Stiles. Did your, did your dad…do this?"

Stiles sobbed confirming Scott's question.

Scott pulled him into a hug. "Stiles, what happened? Why would he do this?"

"It's my fault. For the lying, and sneaking out. He got sick of it and we started arguing, but then he just…he just lost it." Stiles cried into Scott's shoulder.

"Was he drinking?" Scott could feel Stiles nodding.

"Okay, it's gonna be okay. Look you can stay here as long as you need to. We don't have to tell her what happened, but my mom should look at you okay."

Stiles hesitated, but answered. "Okay."

"Okay." Scott pulled Stiles off of him and sat the rag down on the couch.

He got up and pulled out his phone. He had no idea what he was going to tell his mother. He dialed her number and it rang three times before she answered.

"Scott? It's almost three in the morning, what's wrong?"

"Umm, is there any way you can get off soon?" Scott kept his voice low.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Uh, it's, it's Stiles. I just need you to come home and make sure he's okay, he…something happened." Scott had no idea how to handle this.

"Scott, what happened to Stiles?"

"He, uh, he got beat up pretty bad, and he can't go to the hospital."

"Is this a supernatural thing?" Melissa whispered into the phone.

Scott perked up. "Yeah, um, yeah it is. We also can't tell his dad yet, that's why I need you right now."

"Okay, okay I'll see what I can do alright? I'll be home as soon as I can."

"Thanks mom. Love you." Scott hung up the phone and went back to Stiles. "She'll be home soon."

Stiles barely nodded, but continued to stare into the ground.

"You wanna talk about it?" Scott did not know what else to do.

Stiles did not seem like he was going to talk, but then the words began to spill out. "I got home late, I didn't think Dad would still be up, but he was in the kitchen. He was drunk, so I tried brushing me being gone off, but then he started yelling about me lying. All I do is lie to him Scott."

Scott felt guilty at this. Stiles would not need to lie so much if it were not for him and his supernatural powers.

"We started arguing, and then he threw the bottle at me. I ducked and ran upstairs, but he followed. I went in my room and shut the door, but he slammed it open and grabbed me. He just stared hitting me Scott. I tried fighting back, but…all I did was scratch him on the arm, and then he got even more mad." Stiles could not stop the tears.

Scott put a soothing hand on his friends shoulder. "Hey, it's okay."

Stiles continued. "He threw me up against the wall, held me by my neck, and told me I was an 'ungrateful little bastard', and then he threw me down." Stiles looked at his wrists.

"What'd he do Stiles?" Scott had seen the Sherriff angry, but nothing like this. He would have never believed he was capable if the words were not coming directly from his best friend.

"He handcuffed me to the bottom of my bed and left me there." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Stiles…"

"I begged for him to let me go, but he never came back. I heard his truck pull out of the driveway. I-I keep lock picks in my desk, so I pulled my bed across the room and pulled the drawer out with my feet. Eventually I got the picks and got out." Stiles sat on his hands. "I couldn't stay there after that Scott. I don't know when he's coming back, so I just came here, because I couldn't…"

Scott grabbed Stiles into a hug. "You're gonna be okay now. I won't let anything else happened to you, okay?"

The boys were still hugging when Melissa came through the door. She rushed over to the couch and got a good look at Stiles.

"Oh my God. Honey." Melissa turned to Scott. "I really think this is deserving of a hospital visit."

Stiles shook his head. 'No, please Melissa. I can't. It looks worse than it is, I swear."

Melissa stared with sad eyes. "Okay, okay, but I don't like this." Melissa went to the bathroom and got the first aid kit out.

For the next forty-five minutes she cleaned and patched Stiles up the best she could. He did not seem to have any pressing injuries. What worried her the most, though, was how still and quiet Stiles was acting. He was more shaken up by whatever did this than anything. After she was done, she gave Stiles some pain killers and told him to try and get some sleep on the couch. She got up and pulled Scott into the kitchen.

"What happened?"

Scott did not know what to say. He looked into the living room towards Stiles. "I-I don't know if he wants you to know."

"Well I need to know something Scott. That doesn't look supernatural to me, besides those bruises and cuts aren't gonna heal themselves overnight."

"I know, but-"

Melissa shook her head and pulled out her phone.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Melissa looked at her son. "I'm calling Stiles' dad. I think he's going to want to know that his son was hurt, don't you?"

"No, mom, you can't."

"Scott, you can't hide this from him. I'm just going to tell him Stiles is okay and he's here."

"Please, mom. You can't call him okay." Scott tried taking the phone from her.

"Scott, he's going to find out sooner or later." She pulled the phone back.

Scott got mad. "He already knows!" As soon as the words left his mouth he knew he could not take them back.

Melissa paused. "What do you mean, he already knows?"

Scott stared at the ground.

"Scott, why does he know?"

Scott looked at his mother, confirming the thought building in her mind.

Melissa looked towards the living room. "No, are you saying John did that? There's no way."

Scott shrugged. "He did."

She could not wrap her head around this. "Tell me everything, right now."

Scott sighed, but preceded to relay the story just as Stiles had told him.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! Not sure how long this story will be, but I hope you all enjoy it!