The Rising Sun (A Stiles Stilinski/Teen Wolf Fanfiction) [2]

Chapter 18 - The Punch Bowl

**Disclaimer** I do not own Teen Wolf and I am in no way responsible for any emotional distress caused by season 3b.

 I skipped down the stairs with my purse slung over my shoulder. It was still fairly early, considering it's spring break and all, but I couldn't keep myself asleep last night. I haven't told anyone about my inability to stay asleep each night since I woke up in the forest, not even Stiles. 

 My father was sitting on the couch watching TV when I came into the living room. I came up behind him and tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. He jumped slightly, but his face softened when he realized that it was just me.

 "I'm going over to Stiles' for a while," I told him.

 He gave a weak smile. "Okay,"

 I looked up at the TV to see two boxers. The picture was kind of hard to make out because it seemed old and was a bit fuzzy. Peering through my glasses, I read the names on the bottom of the screen. Jack Warenhari vs Cole Brisbane. 

 "Is that...is that you?" I asked. 

 My father sighed. "Back in my younger days,"

 "You were a boxer?"

 "Until your brother was born, then your mother and I decided it was best to settle down and for me to find a steady job to support our family." He explained to me.

 No wonder he's so gruff-looking. He used to literally punch people in the face for a living. I wonder if Stiles knows. You'd think that would be enough information to scare any boy off, but then again, Stiles isn't just any boy.

 "Can I watch too?" I asked.

 "I mean, I guess...if you want to," said Dad. I walked around the couch and sat down next to him. "But I thought you were going to see Stiles?"

 "He can wait,"

 Right now, I just want to spend some time with my father, since I haven't really had the chance. Things have been so off between us ever since I found out about the supernatural. I was just angry and confused that night, I didn't mean to be so cross towards him. 

 We sat on that couch together and I listened to him tell me stories about his old boxing days. His eyes were so full of light when he talked about it. I knew that it was something that made him very happy. He said that he and I used to go to the gym and practice. It made me feel bad to know that it's something we used to do. 

 Even after his old tapes were done playing we continued to talk. It was the first real conversation we've had since my memory loss. He told me stories from when I was younger and made jokes about how it's ironic that now he sells insurance for a living after coming off one of the most risky careers you can have.

 He even told me about my mother. He said that they went to high school together and he finally got the nerve to ask her to the senior prom. It was all smooth sailing from there. They both went to college together and after graduation they traveled around to support my father's boxing. Only a few months after they got married, my mother became pregnant with Eric. That's when they decided to settle down in Beacon Hills where my father found a job. My mother eventually got hired at the local college as the Mythology professor, which was why she had all those books in her office. 

 My dad smiled when he talked about my mother's fascination with Mythology. He said she was always interested in it, ever since high school. When he asked her why she was so fond of it she simply said that she enjoys finding new explanations for things most people cannot understand.