Perfect Princess

Chapter 4

When I wake up, the bed is empty. Living with Will for this long hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, I thought I would've escaped by the three month mark, but it's been pleasant with him. Domestic, even. However, he's starting to worry me. He's becoming more touchy. Yesterday, he was really damn close to leaving a hickey on my neck, which was against our agreement. And I almost liked it. Never again. There's a note on Wilbur's side of the bed.

'Gone to get groceries. Be back by 11." I grab my phone off the nightstand and unplug it. It's 10. I smile. Today's perfect for it. I sit up and walk over to the bathroom. My hair, while previously brown, has grown. I haven't really had the desire to redye it, so now it's a strange white fading into brown. It goes down to my shoulders and I have to push hair out my eyes. I grab the scissors Will used a few days ago to cut his hair and start my haircut. I cut the brown out, leaving just white curls. I cut the hair near my eyes so I don't have to deal with it anymore. I look presentable. Enough. I go to my contacts, which consists of purely Wilbur and Quackity. I click on Quackity's call button as I walk out of the bathroom. Immediately he picks up.

"Hey dude. How's your 3 month long vacation. I've had to do all your paperwork. People are really starting to worry."

"It's not a vacation. I was kidnapped. I need you to come get me." I give him the address and he hangs up. 

"Princess." Oh prime. Please let that be in my head. "What did I say." I turn around to find a very angry Wilbur. He has no grocery bags in hand. "What was my rule." He takes a step towards me and I take a step back. Eventually, he has me pinned against the wall. His face is close to mine and it brings back memories. Bad memories. From back before we broke up. Back then, I had no idea what he was doing was abuse or that he was crazy. I thought it was normal to have bruises and cuts and marks from your boyfriend's unwarranted rage. That's not to say our relationship was always bad. Most of the time, all he would do was love me. However, those mornings I would wake up covered in bruises were the days I remember most. "You realize I'm going to kill him, right?" What? No. Please no.

"Will, that's overreacting!" He gives me an unamused stare. "Will, please." There's a knock on the door. Will turns towards the noise.

"Shall we welcome our guest, Princess?" There's venom in his voice when he calls me princess. He walks away and I follow him quickly. He grabs a knife from the kitchen and opens the door. Please, Wilbur. Don't kill him. Quackity walks cautiously around the tall Brit and runs over to me. He hugs me tightly and whispers things about how worried he was and how he loves me and all the things you'd say to someone you haven't seen in months. Wilbur gives the duck hybrid a death glare. Now is probably not the best time to tell me he loves me. Wilbur grabs Quackity by the back of his hoodie and pulls him away from me. "Get away from him." Quackity gives Wilbur an angry look and launches at him. Wilbur accidentally drops the knife, but easily stops Quackity's punches and hits him in the nose. I scramble for the knife and place it on the coffee table. Quackity stumbles back and hits the kitchen counter. He holds his nose as a red flows between his fingers. Wilbur starts to beat him up. Punches are thrown, most in favor of the Brit.

When I finally get a chance to see Quackity's face, I find someone I don't recognize. Wilbur pauses for a moment when he notices me staring. I run over to the duck hybrid and hold him up. Blood covers his face and bruises have begun to form. Wilbur puts a hand on my shoulder, but I brush it off. I hold Quackity's face in my hands and he leans into my touch.

"You look recked, dude." I joke. Don't blame me, okay? It's a coping mechanism. He gives a weak laugh and then coughs. I turn to Wilbur. "If you kill him, I'll never talk to you again. Kill me, torture me, anything. I still won't talk." Wilbur glances between the ruined duck hybrid and me. I give him a glare, but he doesn't seem to care. I make sure Quackity won't collapse and then turn around and walk closer to Wilbur. I'm about to tell him off for beating up my 'friend,' but he grabs my hips and twists our position so I'm pressed against the back of the couch.

"Princess, this isn't your game to control." He moves closer to me so we're pressed together. "It's mine." Like the bastard he is, he kisses me. Thanks to our position, I cant escape. Quackity storms over and grabs Wilbur by the hair to take him off me. Wilbur is obviously infuriated, but I stop things from getting too heated.

"Will, can we work out an agreement here? Please? What do you want in exchange of keeping Quackity alive?" Wilbur's eyes shine in a way I've only seen a few times before. They shine with lust. Pure lust. "Wait, Will, listen to me."

"Oh no, Princess. You offered. Not me." Quackity is about to run his mouth, but I raise my hand, telling him to stop. I'll listen. Maybe it'll be worth my dignity and the little pride I have left. "Quackity will live in the basement. I'll feed him and he'll be relatively comfortable. If you want to visit him, you'll have to pay me." The deal isn't bad. Quackity still seems confused as to what is going on as he walks towards me.

"I'm not living in anyone's basement. And I will call Sam." Wilbur gives him a sour smile and takes a phone out of his pocket that is definitely not his. He stole Quackity's phone. I'm sure he'll do the same thing he did to my phone and it's not like we have a 911 in this city. "What will Manberg do without it's presidents?" Wilbur turns to me and opens his hand expectedly. I hand him my phone and he texts someone. "What are you doing?" Wilbur hands me back my phone and I pocket it. 

"Fundy is now informed of your stress induced resignation. Enjoy your free time." Wilbur smiles. "Princess, you agree to my terms?" I nod. I can deal with that. I'm sure I'll widdle him down so Quackity can live outside of the basement. "Good. However, given he isn't in the basement, I do require a payment." Oh. "Let me know when you want to pay me. Feel free to catch Quackity up on what his life will be like from now on." Will walks over to the kitchen and begins to put groceries away. I walk over and sit on the couch and Quackity sits beside me.

"I know you're super confused. And by the way, I am freaking out on the inside. I am not calm about this situation. Like, at all." The duck hybrid laughs. "Come on. I've got my own room." Wilbur watches us as we walk away, but says nothing. There's not a doubt in my mind he'll check the cameras later. We walk inside my room and I close the door behind us. Quackity sits down on the bed, but I walk out, ignoring Will, and grab an ice pack for his nose. I ignore his advanced as I walk back to the room, closing the door behind me. I hand Quackity some toilet paper for his nose and he puts the ice pack on his nose. He mumbles a thanks and I nod. I lay down on the bed and immediately deflate, sinking into the soft mattress. I almost scream. How in XD's name did I stay calm during that? My crazy ex-boyfriend was threatening my current hook-up guy with a knife! Quackity laughs at my expression.

"Shut up." I say. I sit up and stare at him. He's hurt because of me. Me! I could've just not called, but no. I had to try to escape. I mean, honestly, living here isn't that bad. Will is nice to me. All he wants his my affection. But he won't be nice to Quackity. Prime, was this a bad idea. Now I'll have to please Will constantly and over time, that will just be harder to do. He'll hold Quackity's life over me. Is his life even worth this? Yes. Yes it is. "Alright. You're going to have to listen, because I'm not repeating this. About three months ago, I was kidnapped by Wilbur. Ever since, we've been sort of dating. It's forced, but we still are technically dating. There's cameras everywhere and you can't leave. I would imagine that the basement door will be locked unless Will unlocks it to feed you. The front and back door are locked as well. Got it?"

"In short, we're both trapped. Wilbur could kill me at any moment and he'll demand affection in exchange for my life." I shrug. He's got it right. "He's super mad at us, isn't he? For going into your room alone?" I laugh. Will being pissed at this little thing is the least of concerns right now. I have to figure out how in XD's name I'm going to cope with 'paying' him. Hasn't he stolen enough of my dignity and pride? Wilbur opens the door with a sour expression. 

"Dinner." Quackity nods and follows him out, but I stay in my room. I need to figure this mess out. And fast. I don't need someone else getting hurt. Especially not because of me.