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24 - Phone Call

WILBUR POV

I was quiet for a second. It sounded so strange to me for a second then everything came back to reality for me. My eyes wandered down to Y/n's bruise on their face. And then everything came crashing down onto me.

This is all my fault. I hired Charles. I got Charles to meet the gang in the first place. The bruise on Y/n's face was my fault entirely. Everything was my fault. Even Y/n's arrival.

I stared at Y/n. They were staring at me, scared. "Y/n. Do you like being here?" I asked them. Y/n glanced at the floor then looked back at me. "At first, yes. Then, I actually met you, Ash, Mark, and Joe. Now, I'm scared to go back" Y/n admitted, smiling up at me.

"Do you promise?" I asked them. I felt like a child asking them to promise me but, I just need it for peace of mind.

Y/n looked back down at the floor. "Well, there are some times that scare me but, Ash, Mark, and Joe usually help me out during those times." They didn't say my name. Was it slip of the tongue or were they trying to hint at something?

"I scare you, don't I?" I asked them. "When you fight with Charles you aren't the guy I bonded with. You become wild and frantic. It..." they stopped talking. "Go on" I encouraged them. "You remind me of my mother."

My heart dropped.

"I'm getting rid of him" I said, getting up and walking to the kitchen. "What? Get rid of who?" they questioned, standing up and staring at me. Their voice was soft and shaky, for a good reason. "Charles" I replied. Anger bubbled up inside of me like hot lava ready to erupt from a volcano.

I grabbed my phone off of the counter and dialed one number. Charles. "Y/n. In the bedroom. Now." I demanded, pointing to the door. They didn't hesitate, they did as told.

I waited patiently for Charles to pick up. "Will?" he answered the phone. "You're fired" I said, trying to keep my cool. "What the fuck? When did this happen?" he questioned. "When you became an arsehole! When you bought an innocent person! When you and I got into a fucking fist fight!" I shouted at him.

My mind was racing at this point. I didn't even remember Y/n in the other room while I shouted at Charles.

Y/N POV

I felt like a little kid again. It was like I was transported back to my childhood. The day my dad left. The fight that made him leave. I wouldn't be surprised if I heard someone get slapped and then a door slam. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through the blanket.

It wasn't like I was panicking. My heart was pounding no doubt, but I was calm. No tears came rushing to my eyes. My breathing was fine. The only thing was that my hands were a little shaky and my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.

My mind was blank. I couldn't really feel, hear, or think anything. I opened my eyes. Not feeling like I was in first person scared me so I opened my eyes so I could at least see clearly.

Everything was so surreal. A thought of calling either Ash, Mark, or Joe crossed my mind. I shook it off. They would hear Will shouting and b line it to the house. I don't want them to worry. I don't want anyone to worry.

I started to wonder if all four of the guy's lives would be better if I never entered it. Sure, Will and Charles would probably still bicker with each other, but what else?

Will wouldn't feel a lingering guilt of hurting a human being who never wronged him. I would be back at my mom's house. That would be fine. I just want everything to be normal. I want to go to sleep and wake up to my mom yelling at me to get ready and be the mom of the house.

That was just a spur of the moment fantasy. A new spur of the moment fantasy popped into my brain. What if I ran away?

It would never work. I would just freeze on the street. Besides, I could never do that to my friends. It was still an amusing idea to me.

I still couldn't feel anything. I was numb. I could barely hear Will now. Actually, I couldn't hear Wilbur anymore. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. Was the bed always this comfortable? I rolled onto my side and started to involuntary go to sleep.

WILBUR POV

My throat was hoarse. I put down the phone and wandered into the bedroom to check on Y/n. They were faced away from the door laying down on the bed. I went onto the other side of the bed and saw that they were asleep.

"How do you do it?" I asked them, sliding hair away from their face. It startled me when they grabbed my hand in one swift motion.

"Can you stay?" they asked me. "Of course," I replied. I went onto bed with them and they snuggled into my side, putting their head on my chest. "Did you do it?" they asked me. I nodded and stared at the ceiling. "Yes, I did." They were silent. "Good night, Y/n" I whispered. They mumbled something in my chest and said nothing else as they fell back asleep.