"I'm doing this for you, for us!"
"No Wilbur, you're doing this for you."
A story in which Wilbur makes a mistake he'll soon have to pay for.
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𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥 !!
This book contains graphic content such as violence, me...
The wind felt nice against his skin as he ran as fast as he could to his house. How could this happen? He didn't even have a chance to take matters into his own hands, it hadn't even been a day. His breath was heavy, his lungs weren't going to thank him for this later. Making it to the front door he dropped his backpack to grab his keys.
As hard as it was to sit through an entire day of school when someone, Toby, had broken into his locker and had possibly found something, he made it through. He made it through the entire day as the thought was eating him alive.
His hands scrambled through his bag to find the keys, he just wanted to get inside. Where were they? He searched 5 times through his entire bag before opening it and dumping everything out. No keys.
"Fuck!" He shouted, his hands running down his face in frustration. "Fucking shit!" He shouted louder, catching the attention of a couple of neighbors.
"Wil!" Tommy shouted, jogging sloppily. "You..." Tommy started out of breath as he finally reached Wilbur's porch. "Left me behind" He finally got out, his breath slowing down. "Jeez, you're fast."
"Tommy my keys!" Wilbur panicked, putting everything back into his bag.
"What?" Tommy asked confused.
"My keys! I can't get inside without them!" Wilbur shouted again, his heart racing. "I must have dropped them in the bathroom when I dropped my bag in there" Wilbur looked at the ground mortified.
"Well shit, maybe you could've checked before we ran all the way here?!" Tommy shouted frustrated.
"Fucking Toby has my keys... Toby has my keys!" Wilbur's fist slammed into the door. "Fuck!"
"What? What do you mean?!" Tommy panicked, his eyes widening.
"He walked into the restroom after us! He has them!" Wilbur took out his phone.
"What are you doing?" Tommy asked, watching Wilbur's fingers tap on the device.
"Telling that bastard to give my keys back, what else?" Wilbur looked at Tommy with a frustrated stare as if it should have been obvious.
"No! Let me tell him, he won't listen to you Wil" Tommy almost pleaded. Wilbur gave in putting his phone down giving Tommy a nod.
Tommy got his phone out and called Toby. The phone rang for a couple of moments until "Hello?" was heard on the other line.
"Toby, give Wilbur his keys back, now." Tommy spoke sternly.
"Tommy-"
"No Toby, you don't just fucking take people's house keys, now get your fucking ass to my house and give me the keys!" Tommy's voice rose.
"No Tommy, I'm sorry it has to be this way..." Toby spoke lowly. "But you'll see, I'll save you" His tone almost sounded hopeful, like he had faith in his antics.
"Toby! You listen-" Tommy was cut off by the phone hanging up. "Fucking prick!" He shouted in frustration.
"Follow me" Wilbur marched out to the side fence of his house, Tommy trailing behind him. Wilbur knew there was no point in asking Toby to give his keys back again, clearly, the boy was set on making Wilbur's life a living hell. He climbed up the fence throwing his bag onto the other side, he then jumped into his backyard. He walked over to the shed and grabbed the shovel. Tommy jumped over into the backyard as well, landing on his hands instead of his feet. "Fuck!" He did his best to stand up, brushing the dirt off of his face.
Wilbur walked over to the glass sliding door and swung that shovel at it. Glass shattered all over the yard, Wilbur rushed to the side trying to avoid the glass to which he was unsuccessful. He felt the warm liquid rush down his arm. Wilbur looked to his arm, there had been a shard big enough to make a good cut in his skin there. "Shit!" He yanked the shard out wincing.
He tossed the shard into the yard and continued on the door, trying to get it open enough to where he could get inside. Tommy just kept where he was to avoid getting any glass in his skin as Wilbur did. Wilbur threw the shovel to the side and climbed through the window carefully, Tommy following behind.
"Tommy keep watch, I'm going upstairs to check on things." Wilbur shouted as he raced up the stairs leaving his friend in the dust. Tommy just stood there facing to where the front door was for a moment till he remembered his friend left his bag out there. He walked over to the front door and opened going for the bag.
"Tommy?"
Tommy's eyes went wide as he looked up to find none other than Dianne, the last person he wanted to be here at the moment. "What happened to you? You have dirt all over you" Dianne looked at him concerned. "What are you doing here?" Tommy avoided her question, his eyes wide.
"Well I texted Wilbur earlier to see if he was ok after the whole locker thing earlier but he never answered, so I called him and he still didn't answer. I've been trying to get a hold of him all day, I didn't even see him at lunch, so I came here" Dianne explained, her confusion grew.
"You need to go" Tommy grabbed the bag.
"What? Why?" Dianne furrowed her brows.
"You can't be here!" Tommy panicked, the last thing he need was for Dianne to walk in on this whole thing.
Wilbur rushed into his room, blood dripped ever so often onto the carpet. He pulled out a medium-sized box from under his bed. He dropped it onto his bed, he was going to open it and handle the things inside of it until he heard Tommy's loud voice from downstairs.
Who's he talking to?
Wilbur left the box on the grey comforter and made his way downstairs. His footsteps were louder on the stairs since he hadn't bothered to take them off as he was in a rush. Wilbur had hoped it was Toby, maybe he had decided to give the keys back after all. He quickly noticed Tommy by the opened front door holding his bag.
"Tommy, what's going on?"
That voice, it was familiar. Wilbur walked over to the front door, he now stood beside Tommy. "Dianne?" Wilbur was confused. Why was she here?
"Wil! There you are- You're bleeding!" Her voice raised as she looked at his arm and his shirt. Wilbur was too focused on the whole thing with Toby to even remember that he had cut himself, and now the blood had gotten all over his shirt. Wilbur looked to his arm and back up to Dianne.
"It's fine, I'm fine-" He tried explaining.
"No, you're not! Let me come in and help" Dianne tried getting through the doorway but the two boys wouldn't budge. "You guys seriously-" Dianne was cut off by the view she spotted from behind them. From what she could see there was glass all over the kitchen floor, the slider was shattered to pieces with a shovel next to it, and there was blood that had dripped making a trial into the living room.
"What the fuck is going on?" Dianne's tone grew demanding, she grabbed Wilbur's hand. "Wil, what's happening?" Her eyes stared into his, demanding an explanation.
"I um- You see-" Wilbur was struggling to figure out how to explain his current predicament to Dianne. "Toby broke into my house" That was the first thought he decided to blurt out.
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