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used and broken - wilbur soot

TY FOR 15K READS AND 500+ VOTES THIS IS VERY COOL

- warnings
> alcohol use
> manipulation
> suicide

do u guys want me to keep the warnings here? or does it spoil the chapter for you all?

blame @ChiakiS1mp ,, they wanted the angst ;-; ,, but honestly i am proud of this chapter

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Wilbur just wanted his friends back, that was all he wanted, it was all he longed for everyday as he sits in his apartment, by himself.

He doesn't know where it went wrong, everyone seemed to be going places and making new friends, but Wilbur just seemed to be stuck, and everyone just left him there. Though, that was what Wilbur saw when he looked at himself, not actually what his real friends saw.

Picking up the bottle with his left hand he brings it to his lips, the harsh smell hitting him as he drinks the vile liquid.

Using his other hand, he calls the one person who is there for him. The more Wilbur thinks he can't remember his name specifically (though that may be the alcohol affecting him).

"What is it?" A voice crackles over the speaker of the phone, sounding pissed at having to answer.

"Can you come over?" Wilburs voice doesn't slur, as he isn't that drunk, but he's getting there.

"Fine." The other end of the line hangs up abruptly, and Wilbur slowly starts to get up to look presentable for his lover.

He pats down the creases in his pants, and changes into a clean shirt, he puts the alcohol away and moves the trash on the floor into the bin.

As he does the chores, he thinks about the boy that's going to come over. To Wilbur, he was the best and most perfect man in the world.

The first time he met his lover was an accidental drunk call, that turned into him coming over and a make out session, but for Wilbur it was the start of something amazing.

As he sweeps the floor he reminisces about the times that they have spent together.

"I love you Wilbur" He says, smiling at the other lover. Wilbur smiles back lovingly in return.

"Could I please have some money, I can't find my wallet." He looks at Wilbur pleadingly as he awaits an answer.

"I don't know..." he trails off.

"But I thought you loved me Wil? Was that a lie?" He pushes away from Wilbur angrily.

"No no no! I love you! I'll give you some money I'm sorry." Wilbur frantically stammers as he steps towards him.

"It's fine Wilbur, just remember that you are mine." Wilbur smiles as he gives him a quick kiss on the cheek and then goes to pull a bottle of alcohol out of a drawer.

"You should have a drink."

These encounters happened a lot. Giving him a little bit of money, or his house keys is fine, or letting his lover use his body whether he was angry or just wanted sex was ok to Wilbur, as he was happy to have someone love him for once.

He only hit Wilbur sometimes, and the young musician knew he deserved it, he always said sorry after, and he did it because he loved Wil so much, so it was ok with him then (because the line between abuser and lover was blurred for Wilbur).