Welcome To Hell (Simpbur Fanfic)

Chapter 22

Rose woke by getting kisses on her arm up to her cheek, "Good morning." Wilbur softly said before laying on her arm beside her. "Morning to you, honey." She grinned awhile starting to play with his mop hair, "We have to get ready because we're almost there...I promise." he said. "But I don't wanna move! This bed is comfortable!" She whined and rubbed her eyes, "Come on!" he got up and picked up her bridal style. 

He closed the door and walked down to the car, "You know..this won't be the final time you'll pick me up bridal style..." she joked but deep down she wasn't actually.

Both of them got into the car and drove off to New York City. They were towards the end of Pennsylvania and into the state of New York. 

It was boring last minute drive, he was driving and listening to music. But she was excited to see the apartment and move in, also seeing New York City but she didn't forget why they're driving to New York fast.

It's because of him, he escaped jail. He killed a innocent officer, he had a bullet in him and had to run to their house to runaway. "How stupid I am." She thought about herself, but she loves him..with all of her heart. But the actions he make is wrong, very wrong.

She was looking at the window most of the time or drawing things around her. Suitcases, a stuff K.K silder and a very handsome boyfriend next to her. 

"We're here!" Wilbur yelled and clapped his hands, she smiled and took a deep breath. "A new life." She had thought, he took her hand and kissed it. "I'm glad you're still here with me." He said awhile grinning at her, it was the night time when they arrived at the apartment. 

He texted the apartment owner, Michael that they were here, "Hello, Mr.Gold and Mrs.Myers!" he greeted them in the lobby, "I'm sorry if the apartment complex is busy, someone is throwing a party. But do you have your boxes here?" he was nice, very nice.

"Half of it, but I'm planning to go back to our house tomorrow to get the rest of it.." Wilbur told the elder man, he nodded "Ah ok..But you guys need help? I can hire some people to help you move in the apartment!" they both shook their heads, "Thank you but I think we can handle it." Rose smiled. "Ah! Welp, here is the keys to the apartment, both for you! Also, before I leave, the apartment is on floor 13..Have a nice night!" He gave them 2 keys and walked away to the back.

Rose went back to the car and got 2 boxes, awhile Wilbur was trying to get the mattress in the apartment. "Come on! I need to drop these heavy boxes in the apartment!" She whined, "Let me just-" when he pushed the mattress into the apartment, it made a loud thud. "..Now you can enter." He slightly moved away from the door to make her walk in, "Don't forget..you need to put the mattress in the bedroom too." she joked awhile walking out of the apartment to get the other boxes.

She finally put the final box down in the new living room, she sighed and sat on the hard floor. After awhile, he came out, panting. "I hate moving." He said before sitting beside her, "Quick question..what do you mean you're going back to our house tomorrow to get the rest of our stuff.." she looked at him, "Do you know how dangerous that is? The police might be waiting for you!" Rose bit inside of her lip.

He had sigh and looked away, "I'm still going. I'm just getting the boxes and that's it. Ok?" he got up and walked to the window, "Just for now..Go to bed, darling. You have a busy day tomorrow." the busy day he was talking about was unpacking and looking for jobs. She got up and walked to the bedroom with a blanket on her arm, before she could walk in, she looked at Will "I love you." she said. 

"I love you too." He said, she slammed the door shut. After awhile, he opened up the window and got out to the fire escape stairs, he grabbed a lighter and a cigarettes box. He had started smoking 4 weeks earlier, and Rose didn't know about it. When she fell asleep, he got put on the porch and smoked for about 30 minutes then walked back inside to fall asleep.

He lit one cigarette and put it on his lips, taking a big breath in and released it minutes later. He was scrolling through twitter, instagram and messages. He felt his stress and his depression go away when he took more time with the cigarette.

He stomped on the cigarette before going back into the empty and dark apartment, he closed the window and put his shoes off by the door. 

He closed the bedroom door and laid beside Rose, which was already asleep.  He felt sorry..for everything he did. But he needs to go back for the boxes and run of the town, for good. He needs to get away from the trouble he caused. 

     

            "You always take the sweetest rose, and crush it till the petals fall."