Uncertainty - Stiles Stilinski [1]

twenty

"Want something to drink?" Stiles asked me as it was all silent. Too silent. "Oh no. I'm good."

"Alright. I'll just grab something... You... Can you... just wait" he stammered.

"Okay" I mumbled as he ran out of his room.

I sat back down on his bed, waiting for him but Stiles didn't make it back so I figured that he forgot about me or maybe he just wanted to avoid me after our almost kiss. I followed the voices and found Stiles and his father sitting at the dinner table.

"Ehm... Stiles?" I asked. 

"Oh damn" he cursed as he realized that he forgot about me. 

"Come on, Amber. Join us" Stiles' dad said. I smiled and took a seat next to Stiles who poured his dad an ounce of whiskey, or maybe I should say a whole glass of whiskey. 

"You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot... Hale of a lot?" his dad mumbled, probably a little bit tipsy. 

"Hell of a lot?" Stiles corrected him. 

"Hell. Yes. He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him."

"How do you not have a picture of him" I asked. 

"It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like... two laser beams were pointing at the camera" his dad explained and showed us some pictures of Derek. Each of them showed two bright lights like lasers, pointing at the camera. While Stiles looked through some files, I took out my phone and opened my gallery. 

"Oh my god. Ohh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I've said way too much and if you repeat any of that-"

"Dad... it's me. I'm not gonna say anything. Come on" Stiles interrupted his father. 

I looked at every picture that I took, or every picture with me on it or Scott. And every picture had those two laser beams on it. Every picture that I looked straight at the camera. 

"See, the thing is they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got killed. He was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire" Sheriff Stilinski said. 

"Terminated under suspicion of fraud" Stiles read from one of the files. 

"Exactly."

"Who else?" I asked, getting an idea. 

"The video store clerk who got his throaty slashed... He's a convicted felon, history of arson" he replied. 

"What about the other two guys? The guys who got killed in the woods?" I asked again, referring to the story that Stiles told me after he got drunk at the woods. 

"Priors all over their records including-"

"Arson" I interrupted him. "So maybe they all had something to do with the fire" I mumbled, looking at Stiles. 

"Another shot?" Stiles asked his father, trying to get him to talk more. 

"No, no, no, no more" he groaned. 

"Dad, come on. You work really hard, all right? You deserve it" Stiles tried to convince his dad. 

"Oh my god. I'm gonna have such a hangover" he laughed. 

"You mean, you're gonna have such a good night's sleep" he smiled and turned around, pouring his dad another glass of whiskey. "I'm gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell" Stiles whispered so quiet that it was only possible for my werewolf powers to hear him.