TW: injuries / bullying(kept forgetting to mention that one sorry) / panic attack
Wilbur was still in his father's embrace, and his father was still waiting for an answer. Wilbur didn't know how to say it. He didn't know what lie he should tell to be believable. He didn't know how to get out of this. He was scared. He was scared his father would call the school. He was scared that Oscar would do something to him. He was scared. He didn't want to tell Phil. He didn't want to be a bother. He didn't want to be a burden. He didn't want to be a problem.
All this is why he ran up to the bathroom and locked the door. He could be in peace up there. He could be alone. Alone, without some concerned older brother, or concerned father. He didn't have to answer their questions when he was locked in the bathroom. Alone. But he had to go out sometime. But not right then. Right then, he wanted to be alone. He didn't care about anything. He didn't care about his brother banging on the door. He didn't care about coming late to school. He didn't care about Oscar. He didn't care that he worried his friends and family. He just didn't care. Not anymore. Not when he was alone. Alone in the bathroom.
Ok enough with the Shakespeare shit, what mattered right now was that Wilbur was basically having a panic attack in the bathroom, and his father and Techno couldn't get in.
"Wilbur! Open the door!" Techno yelled. "I'm gonna break it in!"
"Techno, you break the door in, you're paying for it."
"Sure, I don't care! Wilbur! Open it!"
He broke the door in. Techno saw his Wilbur, his little brother, his Songbird, on the floor, hands covering his ears, hyperventilating.
It wasn't that bad of a panic attack, but enough to worry their older brother.
"Wilbur'' Techno said softly, approaching his little brother. "Wilbur can you hear me?" He crouched down.
"T-Tech?"
"Yeah it's me, Songbird." Wilbur reached his arms forward, signalling he wanted a hug. Techno gladly accepted. They sat there on the floor, just hugging. For how long? No one knows.
After a while, Techno asked:
"Why'd you run off?" He felt his little brother tense up, then say, or more like whisper:
"I didn't want to answer the question, plus I got scared."
"About what?"
Wilbur didn't answer. Techno sighed.
"Ok, can you tell me your answer, if the old man leaves?" Techno glanced over at his father. Phil stared at him for a moment, then sighed and left.
"Now, are you gonna tell me?"
"I-I just d-didn't want to be a bother, or a burden, or another problem."
Techno felt his heart break at those words.
"You're not a burden, though. You'll never be a burden. We'll help you through this. You'll get better. I promise."
Tommy had gone to school, and Phil had called the school saying Wilbur was sick. Wilbur, Phil and Techno now sat on the sofa.
"Can you please tell me what happened, Will? I only want to help you. Please?"
This was hard. He didn't want Phil to know. He really didn't.
"I- Techno already knows, isn't that enough?"
Phil sighed.
"Will, I'm your father, I've got the right to know this mate, but if you're not comfortable.." Wilbur perked up a bit, "I'll let it slide, but only if you'll allow me to help you with the stuff that I can help you with, ok?"
"Ok.."
Ding
Wilbur took out his phone.
Schlatt
Yo, Wilbur, you coming tonight?
Or are you a studying pussy again?
Wilbur
In your dreams, I'll come
When is it?
Schlatt
7 pm
Wilbur
Can we do it later?
I don't think I can come if it's that early
Schlatt
Why?
Wilbur
Mind your own business, bitchboy
Schlatt
Ok ok chill dude
How bout 10 pm?
Is that good enough for his british majesty
Wilbur
Yes, peasant
Schlatt
Hate you
Wilbur
Hate you more
Wilbur put the phone down, he had made sure Phil and Techno didn't see what he wrote.
"Who was that?" Techno asked.
"Just a friend, don't worry."
"Okay."
"I'll call the school today about the bullies, Will." Phil said, taking out his phone.
"No!! No!! Phil please don't!!!" Wilbur started to plead.
"No? Why don't you want me to?"
"Because it'll get worse! So much worse! Please Phil!"
"Wilbur." his father looked at him sternly. "I cannot let this slide, mate. If the school knew what was going on, they would sure as fuck expel them. Have you even seen your torso? It's blue, dammit. I am gonna make this call Wilbur." and with that, he pressed the call button.
"Hello?........Yes, hi, this is Phil Watson.......Yeah, I'm here to report some boys, Oscar...." Phil looked over at Wilbur, having a look that said: 'last name?'
"Jones."
"Oscar Jones......yeah.......yeah, he's been bullying my son, William Watson........yeah, his torso is full of bruises and cuts here and there...........yeah............thank you..........You too." and with that he hung up.
"We'll go to the head teacher's office tomorrow, so we can 'try to figure this out'."
Wilbur did not long after the next day.
No, the dreaded the next day
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Yooooo!!!! Thanks for 211 reads!!!! Holy shit!! Thank you so much!!!!
Thank you again @GayPanicAtTheDisco for helping me with TW's :)
Hope you enjoyed!
-Eri
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