Chapter 15: A Confrontation With A Bad Friend And A Mute

Summary:

Stiles tries to come home without alerting anyone of his presence but of course, that failed horribly.

And soon enough to people who he doesn't want to talk to show up at his front door ready to have it out.

And Stiles lets off some steam.

Chapter Text

Stiles POV:

I thought I could be inconspicuous for at least a few hours, but no. I don't know who fucking saw me and didn't say hello, but soon enough, I was swamped by people on the road, giving me condolences for my father's passing. Not that I don't appreciate it, it's just that I don't really want to be confronted with it now. Especially since I wanted to do some things without people knowing I'm back, and that plan went to shit real quick.

Eventually, I got roped into going to the police station with some deputies, and then I got a bunch more condolences and a lot of tearful glances in my direction. And of course, once the whole town knew I was home, I got confronted by both Scott and Derek on my way back to my house. Weird seeing them together as friends considering when we last left, everyone was all pissed at each other.

"Stiles! Where the hell have you been, man? You just up and disappeared. And then your father, oh my God, Stiles your dad, he died."

The urge that I had to say no shit Sherlock was eating at me, but I was trying to be nice.

"Yeah I know Scott, that's why I'm here. For the funeral. And some other stuff. I called your mother earlier. I guess she never said anything."

Melissa must have been busy. But considering Scott never picked up his phone and three weeks that I was away, I don't really care. I was wondering if Derek was ever going to add his input in but it seemed he was the silent type as always. Not even a single condolence, though I didn't really expect one.

"Where the hell were you? I came to your room a week ago, and you weren't even there. Nobody could tell me where you were. What the hell happened?"

I just frowned at him a week ago; oh, what a great friend I was missing for two weeks, and he still didn't know where I was. Also, the fact that I called him, and he never picked up, I even left voicemails and text messages, and I was still ignored. I had a few bones to pick with Scott. Being an idiot only works for so long.

"Well, considering the fact that I wasn't here for three weeks really shows our level of friendship. Also, I've been in Portland, dad's orders, for lying to him about the supernatural. What a hypocrite he was though. Never mind. It doesn't really matter. I was gone, and I didn't know he died and then I got a letter in the mail from my dad telling me he said so yeah I'm not happy and I don't really want to be confronted by both of you right now so just leave for a bit."

As much as I wanted to wail onto Scott and ruin him in the only way I know how to, I wasn't really feeling up to it. I just didn't want to accidentally mention anything about the Grimm business because I did not want to get them involved at all. Maybe Derek in the future, but for now, I want to steer clear of ever mentioning any of that stuff even in anger so better off just avoid them.

"Stiles I don't understand why you're angry at me? What do you mean you've been gone for three weeks? And Portland, why did your dad send you off to Portland? It doesn't make any sense! And why are you cutting us off? You're my brother I want to be with you right now. I don't understand what's going on with you, Stiles? Can you please explain it."

You know what I said about getting angry I'm trying not to do it, well fuck whatever I just said.

"I have texted you and called you multiple times these past three weeks that I've been gone to let you know that I was gone. But I have not gotten one response back from any of my friends? No. So yeah, I'm a little upset. Considering you guys are supposed to be my friends. I don't blame Derek because I didn't really text him because I didn't think we were friends. No offense, dude, but you told me we weren't friends so. The only person that did pick up when I called was your mother, Melissa. And what the hell were you guys doing that was so freaking important that you couldn't even pick up your cell phone? If it has anything to do with Allison, we are not friends anymore, Scott, seriously. Do I have to explain how bad of a relationship that is already? One being you are a werewolf and two being, she is a hunter. Come on, dude common sense. Not that I think you really have any anymore."

I whispered that last part, but he's a werewolf; he can still hear me. And you know what, good.

"And seriously guys just give me a breath, at least until my father's funeral is over, let's not fight, okay? I'm upset enough as it is, okay. Just continue ignoring me. I have better things to do and much more important things to do, so bye."

I finished off walking into my house and closing the door behind me and audibly locking it and saying goodbye while the door was closed. I'm heading into my house, probably ignoring both of them. Look, Derek had his chance to intervene in the conversation anytime he wanted to, and he chose not to, so obviously, what he had to say was not significant.

Now I have to call the funeral home and see if he's going to have a police funeral or if it's going to be a more quiet affair. I want my father to get the respect that he deserves with a police funeral, but I kind of want a more subdued affair.

For a few hours, I took the time to plan out the funeral. There was going to be too. One paid for by the police department. And one that I was going to attend near the end of my trip. The police department's funeral was going to be a big event where the whole town could come. And the next day after I was going to go by myself maybe with Melissa and we were going to say our silent goodbyes. All my friends, at least who I thought were my friends, were invited to the more silent one as well even if I was pissed at them because I wanted to give him a chance to say goodbye to my father because I know he didn't just mean a lot to me he meant a lot to other people too.

But I planned it so that the last day of my trip back into Beacon Hills was when the funerals were going to take place so that once I said goodbye to my father, I could say goodbye to Beacon Hills once and for all and go back to Portland. Not on a plane this time. But with my Jeep. I hope it can make the trip down there because I realize that if my mom left me anything pertaining to a Grimm wise. She must have left me things that I could not possibly bring on the plane i.e., weapons and other murdery tools.

So before I leave and the funeral starts. I have to go check out my mother's container. I have to deal with Scott, so he doesn't follow me to Portland. I have to find somebody to leave some shit with. And that person that I leave the stuff with I'm going to have to tell them what a Grimm is and that I am one.

And last but not least, I have to make sure my Jeep can handle at least some of my trips before I have to stop at a mechanic. Oh, the stuff that I have to do. And two weeks to do it, yay me!