"Right cause your god!" Stiles said in a angry tone. "I'm not god I just-" Derek was cut off "oh but your my therapist right? Or my doctor?" Stiles asked "no. I'm not. But I know what's best for you." Derek said in a calm almost parental tone. "HOW?!" Stiles yelled at him. "Please don't scream. I have a headache." Derek mumbled. Stiles was still pissed but he lowered his voice and turned his head away. He took some breaths before he spoke again. "How do you know what's best for me?" Stiles grunted. "Because I know you. I know that's hard to believe for you. I've seen the way you put up walls to hide yourself. But I know what you need. And you need to take a break." Derek explained. "You don't know shit about me." Stiles mumbled. "I do." Derek sighed. Stiles face contorted with anger. All scrunched up. He felt like he wasn't being heard. But he couldn't shout. They were in the middle of the woods. No one around for a couple miles. Not even the werewolves in town could hear them. That's why Derek chose to fix the house. He felt secluded alone with his family memories. At least the ones he could remember. Stiles looked at Derek. "You.... Fucking A never mind." Stiles shut himself down afraid of his own next words. "Don't do that. I'm listening to you." Derek said In the same calm voice. Stiles bunched his hands into a fists. "Liar." He whispered. Derek was starting to lose his patience. But he still held out hope. "I'm trying to help you Stiles. I want to help you." He mumbled. "Fuck you! Don't act like you care! Don't act like we're friends! We're not. You treat me like shit! ALL OF YOU ASSHOLES DO!" Stiles yelled again. "Stiles..." Derek warned. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE IM A CHILD! IM
NOT A KID! AND YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FU-" Derek charged forward and slammed him into wall and held him by him throat. "ENOUGH!" Derek's yelled.
