Conquering Nightmares of the Past

5: It Hurts to Leave, But Sometimes It Hurts More to Stay

tw//implied child abuse, mentions of suicide (only 4 words), mentions of throwing up

DISCLAIMER: This chapter ends on a cliffhanger. If you do not like cliffhangers, I recommend you wait for the next chapter to come out for the cliffhanger to be resolved. The next chapter will be out 24/10

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The sunlight peeked through the curtains, light breaking through the darkness of the room. Wilbur groaned as his eyes fluttered open, the bed he was in being comfortable and warm.

He let himself bask in the happiness and serenity that was waking slowly until his mind caught up with his body and he remembered that this was not his room. This was temporary and he couldn't get used to it.

Wait-

Why was he waking up like this? Why was he not waking to screaming or fighting?

Oh.

Last night happened. Phil must hate him so much. How on earth did Wilbur manage to fuck up this fast? It hadn't even been 24 hours. That has to be a fucking record.

He rolled around in bed uncomfortably, the warmth and comfort from earlier becoming suffocating. He thought over exactly what happened last night. He not only threw up the food that Phil made for him, but also managed to run his loud fucking mouth about his old placement, trying to kill himself, and confessing his real thoughts about this placement and how Phil 'should' be acting. (He doesn't, unfortunately, remember leaning on Phil as the man helped him brush his teeth then carry him to bed to gently tuck him in)

God, he was fucked. He would be lucky if he wasn't sent packing the second Phil sees his face. He pulled himself out of bed, getting ready by changing into the one other outfit that he owns and brushing his teeth, not particularly enjoying the memories that come with the bathroom.

Once he was finally ready, he forced himself to slowly trudge down the stairs, dreading the fate that awaited him at the bottom. He looked up at Phil, eyes locking with one another. Phil sat at the table with a soft expression as Wilbur stood at the foot of the stairs, eyes wide as he tried to guess the type of punishment he would be receiving.

"Good morning, Wilbur. Would you like some breakfast?" Wilbur's eyes shot wider at the question. Wilbur threw up Phil's food last night, the ultimate form of ingratitude, and Phil was still giving him more? What the fuck?

Wilbur walked over to the table, sitting opposite Phil with a cautious expression. Phil's smile turned from warm to knowing. He pushed a half-full bowl of cereal towards the other.

"B-but I- I threw up your food last night." Wilbur said unsurely. He didn't know what Phil wanted him to do and it scared him.

"I know, and that's okay. I should have been more aware of how much food you can handle and I'm sorry for that. But it's in the past now and we can try this again properly. We'll start small, and as time goes on your stomach will be able to handle more. So how about you try and have 2 spoons of cereal, yea? Think you can do that? Then we'll go shopping. How's that sound?" Wilbur stared in shock. Not only was Phil saying he was a fault for last night, but also actually trying to help him get better rather than just yelling.

Wilbur didn't know how to react, so he just sat there and stared for a few seconds before snapping himself out of his trance. Phil was being so nice to him, the least Wilbur could do was comply with the one thing Phil had asked of him. He quickly ate two spoons of cereal, cringing at the feeling of food filling his stomach. He hated knowing that there was food in his stomach right now, probably turning to fat right now, but if it meant avoiding Phil getting mad, he would have to deal with it.