"she plays guitar?" wilbur soot x reader

i bought flowers

not to spoil anything, but this chapter can be extremely triggering. if any of the previous tws in the book have triggered you, think twice.
(time skip to 11pm on january 3rd)

I've successfully kept my birthday a secret from Will. I'm out shopping now to buy him flowers as an apology. I'm gonna give them to him at midnight tomorrow so he can't even congratulate me. People usually say that a girl can't give a guy flowers, but I think that's absolute bullshit.

I've been having a weird feeling though. I'm at a local shop, so nothing too bad should happen, but I can't help but feel like someone's out to get me. I exit the cozy shop after buying Will flowers and I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around, but it's already too late. It's gloomy and dark outside, so why did my stupid ass go outside alone?

"Hey, sweetheart." Jared says, a tight grip on me. "We're gonna head to my car now, okay?" he says and I feel a cold object up against my side. He has a gun? HE HAS A GUN! I quietly follow him. "Drop the fucking flowers, puppy." I reluctantly set them down. I move incredibly slow, as to not get shot.

I don't see a way out of this.

Jared walks us to his car and throws me in the back, but doesn't go in the front himself. Instead, he gets in the back with me.

"We're gonna have a little fun, aren't we?" he says, aggressively removing most of my clothes and tying my hands and legs together. "Oh, you look so fucking hot. Why don't you smile for the camera, sweetie?" he says. He takes multiple photos before putting the phone away and pulling down his own pants. I know the windows are blacked out. That's the most painful part, really.

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He had raped me for so many hours in that fucking car. Another man joined in at about 3am, I think. I was then thrown out of the car mercilessly with a fun death threat. "If you go to the cops, you won't live to see another day. Neither will any of your little friends."

I can't really walk, but I have to get home. It's not far. Only a twenty minute walk, but I suspect it will take a lot longer than that, given my very abused body. Jared had a very bad abuse kink, so I was bleeding, bruising and at a risk of pregnancy. I should probably go get the pill before going home.

I know theres a pharmacy nearby, and judging by the movement all around me, I'm assuming it's about 7am. I was in that car for 8. fucking. hours. I don't think I'll ever let a man touch me ever again. This was enough for my mental instability.

I sit down underneath a tree and grab my phone.

No new messages

Wow... that's wonderful...

I put my phone back into my pocket and get up slowly, using the tree as my support. My legs are shaky to the point I can barely walk. I have no idea what kind of a person you need to be to kidnap a girl and rape her for 8 hours. In a public space, as well. We didn't drive to his house or anything. We simply stayed parked about a block away from the flower shop.

I need to get to a pharmacy, so before heading home, I need to go the complete opposite direction. Fun times.

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I'm at the pharmacy. I can feel the cashier's eyes on me as I walk to her. "Uhh... I mean, welcome...!" she says, almost scared of my appearance. "Do you have the day after pill?" I ask, face probably a bit swollen near the cut in my lip. "Uhh... yeah... do I need to call the police?" she asks. She's clearly younger than me and very inexperienced.

"No, thanks. How much for the pill?" I ask. "You know what, it's on me... it looks like you've been through enough..." she says. I grab the box from her and immediately unbox the pill and dry swallow it. She watches me as I throw the packaging away and leave, legs weak. I exit the shop and see a drug store nearby. I should probably cover up the scars all over me, as to not alarm Tom and such.

I walk to the store and upon entering sense a certain comfort. This comfort is from when mum was alright.

"Did you know that a little button nose like you will never need any makeup? You should never hide your beauty. Mum does it for fun, but some people get addicted to makeup. Don't become one of those people." she says in a soft tone.

"Okay, mum. I promise."

That's one of my most vivid memories from that time. I was about 4, so I didn't understand what she was on about, but the smile she had on when I promised her I wouldn't was enough to make me believe I did everything right.

"Hey, just these, please." I say. I had grabbed a concealer and foundation, as well as a free sample beauty blender. I didn't have enough on me to buy one. "Alright... do you need the police, sweetheart?" the cashier asks. His makeup is stunning. "No, thanks." I say. "You sure? Either way, it's on the house. Grab a real beauty blender, too. The sample ones are disgusting!" he says kindly.

"Oh, I can pay, but thanks. I appreciate it. And yeah, I'm sure the cops aren't necessary. I already contacted someone. They'll take care of it." I say, reassuring the gentlemen stood behind the counter. He would've called the cops as soon as I left the shop, so I simply needed to lie and convince him that I was alright.

"Okay, get home safely then!" he yells out as I exit the store. I immediately turn back to go into the store. "Hey, do you have a private room with a mirror? I wanna do my makeup, but... doing it out here seems like a violation of some unspoken hygiene code." I ask, nervous. Social interactions have never been my strong suite.

"Oh, yeah sure! There's a room in the back, I can show you. I'm the manager this week, so don't let the employees tell you to go, cool? If anything, you're my sister." he says and I start to follow him to the back, behind the counter. "Here." he says, pointing towards a small photo booth like room. "Thanks. I owe you!" I say. "No, you don't, sister." he says.

I look down to his name tag. "It's William." he says, giving a kind smile before heading off to do his job. William Patrick Spencer Gold. I wish it would be him I would be talking to. "Thanks, William." I say. Only now did I realise he had an american accent.

I go into the room and close the curtains. There's a mirror, a lamp and a few makeup brushes. I quickly cover up all that I can and head back out. "Wow, you look like a whole different person with no injuries." William laughs. "And you look sorta straight today." I say. "How dare you!" he says jokingly, making the gayest face ever. "Alright, bye 'dude'." I say in a douchebag voice.

"That's so homophobic." he says. "I'm literally pan!" I say as I exit the store flipping him off.

Now to go home.

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longer chapter because i can and i didnt keep track of the word count.

also, its so fun venting your traumas through books, istg.