A/N I didn't know the sheriff's name so I called him Frank

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When Stiles Stilinski was seven he lost his father when his mother met another man and ran away with him. A few months later his mother died in a car accident and that left Stiles with his new and abusive stepfather. Derek Hale was eight when he lost his mother and he now lives with his alcoholic father. Both meet in high school teen years later and soon fall in love. After Stiles is brutally attacked by his father he and Derek run away together but can they get away from Stiles stepfather or will he find them.

Stiles stood in the bathroom mirror looking at himself. He lifted up his shirt and stared at the burses on his stomach. "At least it wasn't my face this time."

"I don't want you to go back there." Derek said.

Stiles sighed and turned back to Derek. "I know and I don't want to either but what else can I do?"

Derek walked up to Stiles and pulled his shirt down. "We can run away together."

Stiles smiled "Don't be stupid Derek."

Derek took Stiles hand in his own. "I'm serious Stiles that way he won't hurt you again."

Stiles looked down. "You think I haven't tried that, he always finds me."

Derek sighed "I'm just tired of him hurting you."

Stiles reached over and kissed Derek. "I know but I'll be alright I promise."

Derek shook his head. "I just got a bad feeling about this. Can you just come with me?"

Stiles groaned and walked off. "Just drop it, besides we're going to be late for class."

After school

Derek pulled up in Stiles driveway and stared at the house. "I still have that bad feeling in my gut."

"I'll be fine." Stiles said "If I need you I'll call alright, I promise."

Derek sighed "Are you sure?"

Stiles reached over and kissed Derek. "Yes now go." He got out of the car and with one more wave to Derek he went inside.

Derek sat there for a minute then pulled out of the driveway.

Stiles ran up to his room making as little noise as he could but when he got to his room his stepfather was there. "Paul?"

Paul who was staring out the window looked over at Stiles. "What were you doing in the car with that guy?"

"Nothing I was just talking." Stiles said.

"It looked like to me you were kissing him." Paul said. "Are you a fag boy?"

Stiles shook his head. "No sir."

Paul walked up to Stiles. "Don't lie to me boy. Now I'm going to ask you again and you better tell me the truth. Are you a fucking fag?"

Stiles looked down. "Yes I-" That was all he was able to say before he was on the ground holding his face in his hands.

"Do you know how disgusting that is?" He kicked Stiles in the stomach. "Your mom would be so heartbroken right now." He picked Stiles up and pushed him out of the room. "Well you know what I'm tired of looking at your ass." He hit him in the face again. "After all that I did for you this is how you repayme." He pushed Stiles toward the stairs and watched as he tumbled down them.

Derek stopped the car at the corner ofStiles street. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He turned the car around and drove back to Stiles house. He got out of the car and stood by the door. He pressed his ear to it and listened. He jumped back when he heard a crash. "Stiles?" he shrieked. He kicked in the door and made his way into the house. He stopped when he saw Stiles lying motionless on the floor by the stairs. Standing over him was his stepfather. "What the hell did you do?"

Paul stepped over to Derek. "Get the hell out of my house."

Stiles shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere without Stiles."

Paul looked back at Stiles "That little fag isn't going anywhere."

Derek drew back his fist and hit the man in the face knocking him out cold. He made his way over to Stiles and when Stiles didn't answer him he picked him up and carried him out to his truck. He went back inside and packed up some of Stiles things. Heading back out he threw the bags in the back and drove off.

Officer Frank Stilinski sat at his desk going through files. He looked up when he heard his name being called. "Yeah James."

James walked over to him. "We just got a call about a disturbance at 5432 Keller rd."

Frank stopped going through the papers. "5432?"

James nodded. "Yeah and the neighbor said someone carried Stiles out of the house and it looked like he was bruised up pretty bad.

Frank got up and headed out. When he got there cops were already there but he got out and made his way into the house. He saw Paul sitting on the couch with an ice pack on his face. "What the hell happened Paul?"

Paul looked up and smiled. "Officer Stilinski what do I owe the pleasure?"

"What did you do to my son?" Frank asked.

"You mean what that little fag and his boyfriend did to me. I was just defending myself when they attacked me. They kicked my door in and attacked me." Paul said getting up.

"You son of a bitch." Frank said walking up to him. "If I find out that you've been hurting my son I'm going to kill you with my bear hands. He turned and left the house in search for his son.

Derek drove to his house and made his way inside. "Dad!" He yelled.

"Why are you here so late?" His dad said from the kitchen.

Derek went to the kitchen. "Dad I need your help."

"Did you pick up the beer like I told you too?" He said.

Derek sighed "No but Stiles he was-"

"Your little fag boyfriend." Larry said.

"Just forget it." He ran upstairs and started to pack his clothes.

"What are you doing?" His father said from the doorway.

"I'm leaving." Derek said "I'm tired of coming home to a drunken dad. I'm tired of paying the bills and buying the food. I'm leaving and I'm never coming back." He grabbed the stash of money out of his closet, picked up his bags and left his room. Heading downstairs he left his dad seven hundred dollars and left the house. Throwing his bags in the back he got in the car and looked over at Stiles who still wasn't woke. He put on his seatbelt and left the driveway.

A/N Should I continue, please leave me a review.