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21 - Red Cheeks

Y/N POV

Everything went silent and still. Everyone was staring at me like I got shot. It wasn't too far from the truth. I was hurt but it wasn't as serious as a gun wound.

I couldn't feel the pain at first. My adrenalin was too much. "Y/n?" Wilbur was the first to speak. I didn't realize my vision was blurry until when he said my name. "Hi" I replied. I must've looked wobblily because Wilbur held his hands out for me to take.

Before I could take his arms, I almost fell down until Ash quickly grabbed me and kept me up. "All of you. Get out of my house" Charles said, his voice piercing the silence.

TIME SKIP

The car ride to Will's house was quiet. The other guys left to go back to their own places. No one spoke to each other while we all left and it's frustrating to say the least. The car ride wasn't at all like the time Will took me on a surprise date.

But also, to be fair he did hit me. So, the car ride was already going to be a disaster. I glanced at Will, I felt bad for him. He didn't mean to hurt me.

I closed my eyes and thought about what the hell just happened. One second, I'm playing Jackbox with the people I trust most in this world, and the next I'm getting hit by one of them because he couldn't stop his punch in time.

Why did I even go between them? I wasn't even thinking. My legs just took me to go between them, but why?

I assume it has something to do with what I experienced back home but...I just don't know. I touched my cheek, right under my eye. That's where he hit me. It still tingled a little bit. Will sure wasn't holding back. I don't blame him though. He was trying to hit Charles which makes it better?

Everything was too confusing for me. I just closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep. While I'm sleeping, nothing confusing happens.

TIME SKIP

I woke up in a bed. A huge bed I might add. I sat up and immediately flinched at a massive headache I was having.

I pushed passed it and got up and walked out of the bedroom. I froze. Will was sitting on the couch typing something that must've worried him on his phone. He glanced up and immediately stood up and stared at me. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked me. His face was fucked up from the fight last night. I didn't say anything for his sake.

"Oh, I'm good. Just a mild headache" I told him. He walked up to me and stared at my face. "Your eye" he said. "What about my eye?" I questioned.

"Come with me" he said. I trailed behind him to the kitchen. I spotted my phone on the kitchen island and snatched and opened up my front camera and got to see what Will was talking about. Right under my eye was a big bruise that looked like it wasn't going to go away for a long while.

I looked up to see Wilbur fishing through a first aid box. "Sense when did you get a first aid box?" I asked him. "Sense you and Ash started joking about Mark's bike mishap" Will mumbled.

My eyes went wide, I didn't realize why he was going through the first aid kit until just now. "Will stop" I told him, pushing his arms away from the box. "If anyone here needs medical attention it's you" I told him.

"But your eye" he said. "But your face!" I snapped at him. I wasn't trying to be rude it just came out a lot angrier than I attended. So angry in fact that Will took a nervous step back.

"I'm sorry" he apologized. I sighed and grabbed a couple things from the medical box and turned to Wilbur. "Jesus, how do I-" Will picked me up and placed me on the counter. I turned bright red when he looked up at me, expecting me to continue to treat his face.

I dabbed a wet cloth on his cheek. He closed his eyes. His hands gripped the corner of the counter, clearly in pain. I underestimated how bad these bruises were.

I placed the rag down and grabbed Will's hand and placed it on my forearm. "Squeeze when it hurts" I directed him. He just stared at me. I picked the rag back up and started to clean up his wounds again. I could tell he was clenching his jaw. After not even a minuet he shut his eyes tight and hung his head down low and started to cry.

"Will? What's wrong?" I asked him, putting the rag down and slowly cupping his face. He stared up at me, "I'm sorry, y/n. I just can't do it" he told me. "I told you to squeeze my forearm I-" "No! I'm not doing that!" Will shouted, backing away from me.

I stared at him, worried. "I can't hurt you again, Y/n" he told me. "Last night was an accident, Wilbur" I said, as if it was obvious.

He shook his head, "No, I'm supposed to protect you not hurt you! I hate myself for last night, Y/n. I can't" he exclaimed, breaking down even more. I slid off the counter and pulled him into a hug. He held me tightly. "It's okay. You're the best guard dog I could ever ask for" I whispered.