(JOKE) {Silenced} WilburXJared

Chapter Twelve

TW:GUNS MENTIONED/USED
December 15th, 3:56 PM
Time skipped: 1-2 Months

Red and blue lights flashed into Wilbur's apartment. He stood near the window. He knew why they were here. He just didn't know why it was that big of a deal. He clutched his guitar in his hands. He heard a knock. It sounded familiar, but he knew it was the cops and not anyone important.

Jared hadn't contacted him in a few months. Wilbur'd just figured he didn't care anymore, which was partially true.

Wilbur opened the door, looking into the oh so familiar eyes of Jared. They felt so calming and sweet... But Jared looked pissed. He looked... More than pissed. He had a police uniform on, and held his hand near the gun he had on him. "Let me in Wilbur. Make this easier for both of us."

Wilbur shook his head and tried to push Jared away. "No, I've done nothing!" He hissed between his teeth.

"You know that's not true, Wilbur. You know what you've done. You know what you've done, you sick fuck."

"All I did was steal back what was mine! She stole it from me! She had no rights to it!"

"Its a gun! She was keeping both herself and I safe! She was keeping me safe!" Jared pushed Wilbur back into the house, charging in. "Where is it?"

"I'm not telling you!" Wilbur felt hurt. He had trusted Jared. He had thought Jared cared. "She didn't need to protect you, and she still doesn't need to.  I love you, and you love me. I'd never hurt you!"

"But I don't. I never did. Did you really believe all of that!? How fucking pathetic are you!? I was just there for our safety! I never cared, and I never will. So hand over the gun and I'll be on my way!"

That had to be a lie, right? Jared had loved Wilbur... At least for an hour... Right? Wilbur felt this burning sadness... And anger... And... So much emotion...

Wilbur looked at Jared. "That's not true... You stayed with me, even on nights you didn't have to! You stayed with me when I needed you, and when you needed me! You loved me!"

"Give me the gun, Wilbur."

"Let me finish! You told me you loved me, and that she was just some coverup... You told me you wouldn't lie!"

"Well, I did. Now give me the gun."

Wilbur grabbed the gun from inside a desk drawer. "No. I don't want to. I don't plan to."

Jared and Wilbur stood in silence for a moment, before Jared pushed Wilbur against the wall, staring at him. He grabbed the gun from Wilbur's hands, tossing it to the side. He grabbed a knife off of Wilbur's table.

Wilbur was scared, terrified even. He wasn't ready to die. He didn't want to die to someone he loved. All he could do was lock eyes with Jared. It still felt comforting in an odd way.

Jared couldn't do it. He put the knife down and hugged Wilbur tightly, hiding his face on Wilbur's shoulder. He didn't want to kill him. It's hurt too much... He had to figure something else before... She... Got here...