The Day We Met| Quackbur/TNTDuo| Highschool AU

Coming Out

|WARNING, attempts at physical abuse, references to trauma, anxiety/panic attacks, homophobia, a lot of yelling|
(Back to the story now lol)

Wilbur's POV
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"We're headed out! We'll be back tonight!" I called out to Quackity's mom.

Quackity and I are going to see my brothers this weekend. We're about to head out and Quackity's mom let us use the car this time. Phil's house, where my little brother is staying, is about a ten minute drive, but it's mostly uphill so it's a long walk.

"Bye boys! Be safe!" I heard my boyfriend's mom call back. With that we headed out the door, I unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for Quackity. "Why are you driving!" he fused and got in the car, "Because you're not exactly a safe driver. I'd rather turn up at Phil's house alive." I got in the drivers side of the car.

We arrived at Phil's house, safely, and I saw my brother's car in the driveway. Quackity and I got out of the car and walked up to the door, we knocked and Tommy answered it a few seconds later.

"Wi-Wilbur, go home. Now!" Tommy walked out and shut the door behind him. "What? Tommy you know we planned to come over this weekend." I sort of laughed.

Quackity gripped my hand tightly, I looked over at him and he was tensed up. "Babe, maybe we should go home." He said lower than his usual tone. I didn't respond.

"Fine, let me go and say hi to Techno at least." I finally spoke and pushed passed Tommy, ignoring the other twos' attempts to stop me. I opened the door and went inside to the kitchen in the next room over. Tommy and Quackity ran up beside me on either side, Quackity held my hand and Tommy stepped in front of us.

"Tech?" I called out, not seeing him. "Ah, Wilbur. Just the person I've been waiting for." My... dad appeared in front of Tommy, facing us.
"Da-dad!" my face fell and I teased up on instinct. "Wilbur." he scowled at me, "Where the hell have you been?"

My boyfriend tightened his grip on my hand and glanced at me pleadingly. I tensed up even more, straightening my posture and stared at the ground.

I heard distant talking and yelling, I think it was directed toward me, or maybe not. I couldn't hear anything over the loud ringing in my ears. My eyesight fazed in and out of clarity and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

I refused to let my tears fall, screwing my eyes shut for a moment. I opened them again and my vision was fully clouded over. I darted my gaze around the room quickly trying to asses my surroundings to ground myself.

I felt a sharp burning sensation erupt on my cheek and my head flew to the side. Tears fell as my breathing started to pick up and I stumbled backwards. Sound came back, though it didn't help, in fact it made it worse. The screaming, the aching pain, tears streaming down my face despite trying to force them down. My PTSD triggered and I was sent into a panic attack.

I dropped Quackity's hand and forced myself to walk backwards. I heard yelling, but didn't understand any of the words. I saw as Phil and my older brother ran into the room, joining the argument with Quackity. Tommy was next to me as I shoved myself into a corner between the wall and a chair, curling myself into a ball and sobbing.

Tommy tried to comfort me, putting his headphones on me and playing my favorite songs. He spoke quietly and calmly even though he knew I couldn't hear him. Slowly I started to come back into my mind, my breathing evening out and tears beginning to cease.