♫ ♡ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 // 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫 ♡ ♫ (FINISHED)

10

Warning: Sexual Harassment

-Wilbur's pov-

Jared throws me onto the bed, his hands under my shirt. I scream and squirm around trying to get away. Jared's hand slaps me to stay quiet, my screaming turning to a whimper as his hands move down to my waist. I... I don't want to be here.. I squirm around more as Jared makes his way to my boxers.

I scream again, putting my arm up and starting to punch him, I clutch my hand into a fist and punch Jared's back as his mouth moves to my neck, my pants are off and my sweater is wrinkled and torn on my stomach. I bite Jared as he yelps back, I kick him. His pants are off. No.. please no.

He grabs my hand and slams me into the bed. I pull my legs up to my chest and spring them up to push Jared off. I quickly get up as Jared hits the floor. My phone rings. I grab it from off the floor and turn it on, Dadza.. I look at the time, 5:02 P.M.?! My sweater drops down to my hips.

I run to the door, my hand touches the cold handle as I hear Jared getting up, cursing, and mumbling about something. I swing the door open and run through.

[Sexual harassment part done]

Jared yells at me, "WILBUR GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"

I run down the stairs of the apartment, my legs wobbly, my head spins, and my stomach turns and twists as I make my way to the first floor. My phone clucked in my hand, I open the front door to the apartment building and run out, the sky is dark. Darker than it should be, the air smells like rain, and droplets hit my face, legs, arms, and hair.

I run through the darkness looking around for a landmark to see where I am. I know where I am. I spot a large community garden to the right, schlatts house should be near.

My legs can only bare the weight of my body for a few more minutes when I make it to Schlatts house, I knock on the door, leaning on the door frame as the rain starts to pour, Schlatt opens the door. My eyes met his. His eyes.. my eyes shut, the world goes dark.

-Schlatts pov-

I open the door to see Wilbur, he's wearing a yellow sweater that goes to his waist. The fuck? He's not wearing any pants. His eyes slowly shut and he passes out, I quickly grab him and pick him up.

"ALEX!" I yell into my house, my mother and sister went to my grandparents so I had invited Quackity over.

I turned my body back into the house, carefully adjusting Wilbur's limp body through the doorframe. Quackity rushes downstairs, and he stares at me.

"Could you shut the door?" I walk over to him, heading upstairs.

Quackity nods and runs over to the door, shutting it and locking it. I start to walk up the stairs, and Wilbur was surprisedly light, too light.

I had carried him before but I thought it was just me. Quackity rushed back up the stairs and went up to my room to clean the bed off of our Playing cards.

I step over the last step and head to my room. As I walk into the room, Quackity gets the bed comfortable for Wilbur. I lay him in the bed, I remember this... I sigh at the thought, I'm sorry Wilbur. I pull the covers over him, he looks scared even in his sleep.

Quackity looks at me, "could you explain? I know you told me half of the story but this?" Quackity points out, "he has bruises all over his legs, he's shaking even when he was in your arms."

"Quackity, I don't know what happened to Wilbur. But.. I think we should file a report. To the police." I explain, "when Wilbur was first here we told me Jared had done something to him that made him not want to.. I guess the easiest way to put this is, not want to live anymore."

Quackity turns his head back to Wilbur, "I'm going to punch that piece of shit." Quackity turns back to me, "I want to ask Wilbur what happened."

"Quackity, please let me do that."

"Fine, but if you need help, just yell for me." Quackity walks to my bedroom doorway, "I'm going downstairs to make some food."

Quackity was pissed. I look at Wilbur, maybe a report would be good for him but this would still haunt him..