i think this time i'm dying // a wilbur soot fanfiction

~ chapter 1: escape from reality.

cw; swearing, abuse, strong language, blood, injuries

"wilbur i'm home, did you miss me?" valerie exclaims. he groans and rolls his eyes, "whatever, i don't care. shut up and get me another beer." he mutters. valerie doesn't look happy. "wil, no. you've been told you're not allowed to drink this much!! it's bad for your health!" she cries out. after all, she's just trying to look out for her fiancé after all. "what the fuck did you just say to me?!" he's stood up now, and val backs up. "p-please wilbur im.. so sorry.." she says, her voice trembling as she speaks. "you say that again and i'll fucking kill you." he badgered as he walked over and slapped her. she cries out in pain. "william you're hurting me!!" she sobs, as she covers her cheek with her hands. "i-i am so.. so sorry, baby i don't know what came over me im so sorry please.." wilbur apologises, choking back tears as he speaks. the only thought that runs through her mind is denial. "you're not sorry wilbur, you never fucking are." she goes to say her thought out loud, but she's scared to get hit again.

"i am sorry, valerie. you're just too blind to fucking see it." wilbur groans, as he slams his hand on the table. it makes valerie jump out of her own skin. tallulah, wilbur and valerie's kid waddles in "daddy!!" she exclaims as she runs over and hugs his lower legs. wilbur picks her up, "hey baby, you alright? do you need anything?" he asks, tickling her.

"why is he like this?" goes through valerie's head all the time. "why am i the other woman? why do i always get tossed aside as if he doesn't care?!"

valerie's only wish is to be loved like he loves his own daughter. to be loved like they were actually engaged.

val puts an ice pack on her rosy red cheek from where wilbur inflicted pain on her. "daddy? what's wrong with mummy?"

"nothing sweetie," wilbur explains, "she's okay." he says, smiling at lulah.

"i'm not okay wil, stop fucking lying to our child." val mumbles inaudibly as she pours herself a glass of water. "do you mind getting me a drink val?" he asks her.

"no, get it yourself, and quit lying to talullah." she walks out with her water. wilbur groans, as he opens the fridge and gets out a beer. "lulah, how about you go play in the garden whilst i have a word with mummy, okay princess?" he puts her down and she runs out into the back garden. wilbur storms into the living room to see valerie, looking down. "why the fuck did you embarrass me like that in front of our own kid!!! you're sick valerie, she doesn't have to fucking know about what happened."

"you're drunk william. sit down and we can talk about this." she proclaimed.

"no! i don't want to talk about it and so what if i'm drunk!? what are you gonna do? make me sober? force me to drink water? because none of it will happen valerie." berated wilbur, sipping more of his beer.

they argue for what seems like hours on end, until wilbur goes to smash his bottle in anger. valerie grabs onto his right wrist. "you're going to have to quit, william. it'll kill you." valerie begged. wilbur starts to shake, "so what if i already want to be dead, valerie rose." wilbur argued. "d-don't be like that wilbur.." val tears up. wilbur accidentally drops the bottle he was drinking out of, and shatters, cutting val's arm into pieces. "w-wilbur you.. you dick." she passes out in his arms. "shit!! val wake up.. stop playing with me w-wake up!!" wilbur holds her head up as he cries, as he calls an ambulance. "p-please.. get here soon!" wilbur manages to cry out. he hangs up.

"my baby, please wake up. i can't live wi-without you.." wilbur sobs.

"please." wilbur chokes out more tears.