Includes abuse, blood, and choking.
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Wilbur's age: 8
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"YOU STUPID DEAD BEAT CHILD" Wilbur's mother grabbed his leg as Wil tried to scramble up the stairs and away from her.
"GOD I HATE YOU I HATE YOU" she grabbed a hold of Wilbur's neck and started to push down on the it. Wil started grabbing her arms and trying pry them away from his neck. She growled and twisted his arms, her nails digging into flesh. Wilbur kicked and yelled at her to stop, Wil's mother scoffed and stumbled back to the kitchen.
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It had been a few days since the "incident" with Wilbur's mother. She had halted hurting him for a bit. Wilbur's mother normally had a pattern of whenever she would hurt him;
Only slap and kick him. Then to not hurting him in any way it and getting Wilbur's trust a bit back for however long it took then get drunk beat him till he had bruises all over.
Wilbur didn't really blame her, he did look so much like his father.
Wil was ripped away from his thoughts when a nocking at the door was heard. Wilbur's mother walked passed him and looked through the small window by their door.
Wilbur's mother walked back to the bruised boy and kneeled down to his level. "Wilbur I'm going to need you to hide" she grabbed her son's shoulders and pushed him up the stairs. "Go." Wilbur looked back to his mother "Now." He looked back forward and scrambled up the stairs and made a turn into the laundry room.
Wilbur covered his mouth as he hid between the dryer and washer. He listened to doors being opened and closed out of the room, eventually the room he was in started to get inspected. Wilbur sneezed from the dusty laundry that was over him, he instantly freezed.
The people who were searching the room looked to where he was, grabbing some lousily put laundry and looked at him. Their eyes widened at the sight of the severely bruised and wounded boy.
Wilbur backed up trying to get as far away as possible . One of the men crouched down as the other walked away. "Hey hey it's going to be okay." The man softly spoke to Wil. "My name is Philza, what's your's?" His soothing voice calmed the boy a small bit.
"W-Wilbur" Philza smiled at the boy.
"Could you come to me?" Wilbur hesitated a small bit before scooting to the man. Phil smiled and slowly opened his arms. Wilbur blinked and slowly hugged Phil.
Philza picked up the small boy and started to walk out of the room. Wilbur looked behind Philza's shoulder seeing his mother being handcuffed.
"Where's my mom going?"
Philza tensed slightly.
"She's going somewhere far away." Wilbur nodded and closed his eyes. He started to drift into sleep.
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