Fuck Up (Karlbur highschool AU)

Don't Worry Boy [5]

TW: HOMOPHOBIA, SELF HARM

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Wilbur hesitated for a moment, before going into the room the boy pointed to. Wilbur was deathly nervous for Karl, it seemed like this had happened before. 

"Who is he?" Karl's dad boomed once again. 

Karl felt like running into his room and curling into a ball to get away from his dad, but he stood his ground, that would be weak. "A friend." Karl snapped back at his dad.

"I don't believe that for one moment you stupid faggot." His dad yelled at him.

A lump began to form in Karl's throat, informing him tears would come if he was edged on any further. Karl swallowed his tears, the swallow hurting from how dry his mouth now was. 

"Don't call me that." Karl muttered. 

Karl's dad shoved him, making karl stumble back a few feet. "I'll call you whatever I want! I'm your father!" A slap landed on Karl's face, making him wince. 

"Dad stop!" Karl yelled, the tears now falling from his eyes. 

"Don't tell me what to do you fag. I want him out of my house in five minutes TOPS. And we're having guests over for dinner, so change out of that hideous girl clothing." Karl's dad spat, before walking back into his office and slamming the door shut. 

Karl rubbed his stinging cheek as he tried his best to control his tears. After a minute or so he calmed down and walked into his room.

Wilbur sat on his bed, hugging a pillow. When the door opened, Wilbur's eyes widened to see Karl's beaten up face. 

Wilbur got up in a flash, running over to the boy, "Karl? What happened??" He asked worriedly. 

Karl smiled instantly, "don't worry! I just walked into the door on accident! Nothing happened, my dad just doesn't want you over right now because we're about to have guests over." Karl lied, making sure his face was bright and happy the whole time he spoke.

Part of wilbur didn't believe it, but Karl was a good actor, and he really wanted to believe this boy had a good life, so he still felt relieved. "Oh. Uhm, we can hang out at school tomorrow?" Wilbur suggested with a positive smile. 

Karl's smile became more real at that, "Yea! That sounds great!" 

Wilbur left the house shortly after, and as soon as he made it out of the driveway, Karl went to the bathroom. 

Karl grabbed his knife out of his bottom draw and held it in a shakey hand. He sunk against the wall, falling to the floor. Tears fell down his cheeks fast as he cut himself once, twice, 4 times, 5 times, 8 times, 15 times. 5 for disappointing his dad, 10 for fallling inlove.

Blood built up in droplets ontop of the slits on his wrist, he applied pressure until the pain went away, and once semi it did he got up. 

Karl showered, change his clothed, and was setting the dinner table in a twenty minutes. Acting as if he didn't just cut himself. His mother set the food on the table, and in no time the guests showed up. 

After what felt like hours of pointless discussion between the adults, they all sat down at the dining table. There was a girl about his age that had come aswell, and who was now sitting next to Karl. The dinner was awkward and long, well atleast for Karl. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves, while Karl the whole time just wanted to run up to his room and cry in his bed. 

"So, Karl?" The presumed mother of the girl sitting next to him said. 

Karl looked up, "Yes ma'am?" 

"What school do you go to again?" She asked kindly. 

"Uhm, SMP high." Karl responded sheepishly. 

"Oh wonderful! Gracie is switching to that school next semester! Maybe you two could be friends?" 

"Oh, uh, sure!" Karl turned his head to smile at gracie, who smiled back instantly.

Once they left Karl spoke up, "Who were they?" 

His mother shot him a look completely different from the smile she was giving that family, "Our neighbors." 

Karl nodded, regretting asking. "Uhm, i'll be in my room." Karl murmured, heading towards the stairs. 

"Do your homework." His mom demanded. 

"I already did." Karl explained, getting annoyed. 

"Your grades are slipping." His mom snapped back.

Karl glared down at his floor. He knew that, and he knew why. He had stopped caring, plain and simple. 

"Exactly, go to your room and study." Karl's mom said, making a waving gesture at the brunette. 

Karl groaned and walked to his room, he flopped on his bed and sighed. He pulled up his sleeve, seeing the red thin cuts on his skin. He frowned and sat up, not feeling like studying. He swung his feet off the edge of the bed and got up. The brunette walked over to his closet and picked out a skirt, a turtle neck, and some stockings. 

Once changed Karl climbed out of his window, slid off the roof, hung on the gutter to get his footing on the generator, fell on the generator, and jumped to the ground. He brushed the dirt off his skirt and stood up. 

What now? Karl thought dumbly.