Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fadingspark) wrote2014-07-25 07:09 pm
fadingspark) wrote2014-07-25 07:09 pm
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Sam assured Stiles that with the Order of Protection in place, Suzanna couldn't just come into Beacon Hills and approach him and Dina without repercussions. They had served her with divorce papers, well aware they would have to travel the 3 hours back to Santa Clara county for all their court hearings since Stiles had only been back in Beacon County for less than six months.
Because of his status as a victim of domestic violence, his address was able to be kept off the court documents. Not that it did any good since Suzanna already knew where he came from and had been to the family home.
He was trying to have faith in the system. Malia and his father were big believers in it, and he was taking comfort in their certainty that he was safe. Which was why he had no problem being the elected babysitter for the afternoon for Ryan as they sat in the backyard of his house. Melissa and his dad were at work, and the kids were having fun running around with huge bubble wands.
"Hey, Stiles."
Looking up, the color drained out of his face as he saw two men walking around the side of the house towards him. He knew they were Graysons from their blonde hair, blue eyes and the typical features that most of Suzanna's family shared. He quickly stood up, going to intercept them.
"You guys can't be here. You need to leave."
They looked at each other, and then the taller one took a step closer and punched Stiles in the stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs. "Actually, we're here to pick up our niece." He grabbed Stiles' hair, bending his head back. "Your wife sends her regards." And he threw Stiles against the railing for the porch, and then proceeded to attack him with a flury of punches.
The shorter of the two crossed the yard, going right for the little girl who hadn't noticed what was going on in her playing. "Hey, little one, remember your uncle Chuck?"
"No..." she shook her head. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"We're not strangers, sweetie. We're family. And your mommy really misses you and wants you to come home."
"I am home." She choose that moment to look over at her father, seeing a punch land on her daddy's face that took him to the ground. "What are you doing to my daddy?" She went to run for him, but Chuck grabbed her around the middle and lifted her up, kicking and screaming.
Ryan ran over, going to hit Chuck in the leg. "Let go of my friend."
"Can it squirt," Chuck said, easily tossing Ryan a few feet away to the hard ground. "Ray, I got her. Let's go."
One more kick to Stiles' ribs to keep him down, Ray leaned in. "Hope you learned a lesson in this, Stilinski. Don't mess with our family."
They carried the screaming girl out to the front of the house while Ryan ran across the yard to where Stiles was curled up on his side in pain and bleeding. And that was when the little boy started to yell for his daddy at the top of his lungs.
Around the city, werewolf ears perked up. Derek heard the scream in his classroom and while he couldn't just run out of the room, he told the kids to read the next chapter on their own and went into the hallway, pulling out his cellphone and texting Fiona that Ryan was screaming somewhere in the residential area of town.
Peter was in the preserve in the library when he heard it. Shutting his laptop, he was out of the house in an instant, listening for the sounds and then texting Scott. He howled back, a sound to reassure his nephew that help was on the way.
Scott was at work with Deaton but instantly stopped and looked at the door. Deaton knew that look, and told Scott to go, and the father was out the door in an instant, running at top speed to find his child.
Isaac was sitting in the passenger seat next to Sheriff Stilinski and sat up straight as he heard the scream. "Ryan."
John blinked. "They're at my house." And the lights went on as they took off back home. He had a very bad feeling sinking in his gut at this.
Because of his status as a victim of domestic violence, his address was able to be kept off the court documents. Not that it did any good since Suzanna already knew where he came from and had been to the family home.
He was trying to have faith in the system. Malia and his father were big believers in it, and he was taking comfort in their certainty that he was safe. Which was why he had no problem being the elected babysitter for the afternoon for Ryan as they sat in the backyard of his house. Melissa and his dad were at work, and the kids were having fun running around with huge bubble wands.
"Hey, Stiles."
Looking up, the color drained out of his face as he saw two men walking around the side of the house towards him. He knew they were Graysons from their blonde hair, blue eyes and the typical features that most of Suzanna's family shared. He quickly stood up, going to intercept them.
"You guys can't be here. You need to leave."
They looked at each other, and then the taller one took a step closer and punched Stiles in the stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs. "Actually, we're here to pick up our niece." He grabbed Stiles' hair, bending his head back. "Your wife sends her regards." And he threw Stiles against the railing for the porch, and then proceeded to attack him with a flury of punches.
The shorter of the two crossed the yard, going right for the little girl who hadn't noticed what was going on in her playing. "Hey, little one, remember your uncle Chuck?"
"No..." she shook her head. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"We're not strangers, sweetie. We're family. And your mommy really misses you and wants you to come home."
"I am home." She choose that moment to look over at her father, seeing a punch land on her daddy's face that took him to the ground. "What are you doing to my daddy?" She went to run for him, but Chuck grabbed her around the middle and lifted her up, kicking and screaming.
Ryan ran over, going to hit Chuck in the leg. "Let go of my friend."
"Can it squirt," Chuck said, easily tossing Ryan a few feet away to the hard ground. "Ray, I got her. Let's go."
One more kick to Stiles' ribs to keep him down, Ray leaned in. "Hope you learned a lesson in this, Stilinski. Don't mess with our family."
They carried the screaming girl out to the front of the house while Ryan ran across the yard to where Stiles was curled up on his side in pain and bleeding. And that was when the little boy started to yell for his daddy at the top of his lungs.
Around the city, werewolf ears perked up. Derek heard the scream in his classroom and while he couldn't just run out of the room, he told the kids to read the next chapter on their own and went into the hallway, pulling out his cellphone and texting Fiona that Ryan was screaming somewhere in the residential area of town.
Peter was in the preserve in the library when he heard it. Shutting his laptop, he was out of the house in an instant, listening for the sounds and then texting Scott. He howled back, a sound to reassure his nephew that help was on the way.
Scott was at work with Deaton but instantly stopped and looked at the door. Deaton knew that look, and told Scott to go, and the father was out the door in an instant, running at top speed to find his child.
Isaac was sitting in the passenger seat next to Sheriff Stilinski and sat up straight as he heard the scream. "Ryan."
John blinked. "They're at my house." And the lights went on as they took off back home. He had a very bad feeling sinking in his gut at this.