Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter thirty-eight: Who the fuck did this?!

Chapter art by: @cyani07 on twitter.

TW: swearing, scars, scrapes.

[Hey there! Short summary for those who skipped last chapter: Quackity went home and his Father hit him a few times, then said he was gonna try to convince Q's mom to let him and his son go to America. Quackity ended up texting Wilbur at 2am to meet at the flower fields without giving any context to his situation.]
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Quackity pov:

I feel bad for texting Wilbur out of all people, but my moms at work, Charlie's asleep. Karl's phone is on silent and I doubt anyone else would help. I don't have that many close friends after all...

I did end up getting a nose bleed, after cleaning it up is when I texted Wil.

I look around my room, thinking of a way I can leave the house without getting noticed. The front door is a no go, unless my dad leaves the living room. But he's practically glued to that couch so I doubt that's gonna work.

The back door is downstairs too, it'll be too loud if I go through there. I guess the only way is the windows then, but anything is too loud near the living room, so I have to leave through the one of the second floor windows. This might hurt...

I take a second glance at my door, the thought of him hearing something and entering my room sends shivers down my spine.

I need to leave now.

I grab my phone and stuff it in my pocket, I haven't changed from my party clothes yet. I walk up to my bedroom window and open it, contemplating whether or not I should climb down.

There's a bunch of vines that lead up to it, so if they're strong enough I'll get down safely. After I open up the window I push on the screen and it falls into the backyard. Let's hope he didn't notice...

I crawl out the window, making sure I don't trip and fall all the way down. After stepping on the first vines, I already feel nauseous. I feel like I'm gonna fall, and it definitely doesn't help that it's so dark out, the only lights coming from the downstairs windows.

I slowly make my way down the vines, but  when I grabbed one of them it snapped, I tried catching myself but it just scraped my arms and legs on the walls. Now my knees and the palms of my hands are bleeding. Just great.

Now, just to get to the field without being caught.

I landed on the ground with a thud, stumbling a bit since I fell. After standing up I crouch under the windows in case he'd see me, then I unlocked the gate and made my way down the street, I couldn't help but cry while I walked.

Fuck... this is so stupid.

Nobody's pov:

Wilbur felt uneasy at the text, so he went there quite fast, despite him just waking up. He yawned when he got there and saw Quackity sat on a bench.

"Okay, it's two in the morning what do you ne-" Quackity quickly stood up and made a B-line to the brunette, pulling him into a tight hug while warm tears poured down his face, neither of the boys made a sound.

"Quackity..? Oh my- Quackity are you bleeding?! What- who did this to you?" He started,

"Wilbur... I can't go home. Not tonight,"

"Quackity look at me." The boys eyes met, the shorter's being a bit glossy. "You're staying with me tonight, please, I need to know if you're okay."