ART COVER INSPIRED BY: nmuurder ON INSTAGRAM
Extra details (smoke, ash, words, etc.) by: me
Y/N is a detective, who is currently attempting to solve a case. Someone has burnt down a building and killed multiple people and their loved ones. That pe...
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"OW, OW, OW!" I yell as Alex puts ice against my bare chest. "I told you to press gently."
Alex grumbles and loosens up, making me let out a breath of relief. "I told you to hold still."
I pinch on the soft part of my nose to minimize the blood trying to flow out. "I am! How can I move? My nose is bleeding thanks to Wil-Bitch!"
Wilbur hits the roof of the car, shutting Alex and I up. "Stop fighting."
"Fuck you," I whisper. "I'll get you back."
"Stop it." Wilbur sighed, keeping his tired eyes on the road. "Didn't I tell you guys that I have to meet up with someone later on? The least you two can do is be quiet. God, you two are like children."
Alex looks at me then back at Wilbur. "Uh.. no. You didn't say anything."
"If you're so easily irritated then shouldn't we stop for a quick break?" I pinch my nose with a clean tissue. "You should get some coffee if you're so tired."
"I don't like coffee." Wilbur answers coldly. "Just shut up. It'll make the ride better for all of us."
I shrug. "Harsh, but okay."
beep beep!
The car locks as Wilbur walks further from it, and towards the hotel's door. Meanwhile, Alex and I were struggling to get my shirt back on.
"Just put your arms through the hole!" Alex complains.
I glare at him. "What do you think I'm trying to do?!" I push him away lightly, but harder enough to make the car shake. "Stop moving around dumbass! People are gonna think we're doing the nasty!"
"Get your shirt back on then!" Alex forces my left arm through the head of the shirt. "If you would just stop moving for just a second then we would be out of this situation quicker!"
Then, the unexpected, but kind of expected, happened.
rriipp...
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I mumbled as I caught sight of my torn shirt.
Alex chuckles nervously while trying to open his door. "I- Uh.. I think this is my cue to- yeah.." He grasped onto the car handle and opened the door, causing the car alarm to go off. "GAH!" Panicked, Alex repeatedly opened and closed the door, hoping to stop the loud sounds. "Why won't it stop?!"
"Wilbur needs to unlock the car for it to stop! Get him!" I yell, clutching my ripped shirt close to my chest. "Go!"
Alex swings the car door open and runs to Wilbur who was on the phone. I couldn't hear much but I did catch some things.
"Wil! Wil!" Alex calls out Wilbur's real name, making the man he was shouting to cringe. "Hey! I need the keys!"
Wilbur mumbles into his phone then hangs up as fast as possible. "Who are you?" He asks, turning his attention to Alex. "My name is Johnson. Who is this Wil fellow? Are you lost?"
