Euphonious Harmony || Wilbur Soot ✔️

thirty

trigger warning :
yelling and panic attacks

Look After You by The Fray

09/23/21

Will's POV

"I just don't know what to do, Phil. She doesn't want to go but I can't like do anything to make her stay." I sighed, spinning in my chair.

"I don't think there's anything you can do, mate." He said, sympathy lacing his tone.

"Isabella!" I heard my sister's voice echo. The door slammed and anxiety pooled in my chest while anger ran through my veins. "Get your ass in the bloody car!"

"I gotta go, Phil." I said, hanging up and storming down the stairs. "No! You stay in the room, Izzy! Who the hell do you think you are coming into my house and yelling like that?!"

"She's my kid, Will! Not fucking yours! There's no reason for her to be here every waking minute!"

"Why?! Because you have nobody at the house to do shit for you?! Change your damn attitude if you're coming into my house!"

"I don't have to do shit, Will!" She screamed.

"Considering you're in my home that I bloody pay for?! Yes, I think you fucking do! Don't come in here yelling at my niece-"

"My fucking kid." She corrected.

"My fucking niece." I seethed. Guess me and Izzy are a lot more alike than I once thought. "You're not gonna barge in here when I have company and guests and make a damn scene! Learn how to talk to your bloody kids!"

"Izzy!" She yelled, running back down the hallway. "Izzy!"

"I'm fucking going! Quiet down, will ya! You're so fucking annoying and embarrassing! This is why nobody is fucking around you anymore, Mum!" I heard Izzy yell back.

This is a fucking train wreck.

I tried to calm the shaking of my hands and the panic causing my heavy breathing. I heard footsteps down the hallway.

"Isabella!"

"Iz?" I asked, moving to look down the hallway where I heard two sets if footsteps.

Izzy looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"I'm not bloody leaving with her fucking bitch ass! Fucking try me!" Izzy screamed, grabbing my car keys hanging next to the door. She opened the door and slammed it behind her.

"Where did she go?" Tommy asked, walking up to me with panic on his face.

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"Will? Will? Where is Izzy?! Will!" Tommy yelled at me, but I couldn't focus on it.

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"Fuck!" Tommy muttered before running back to the bedroom.

"What the fuck did you say to her." I muttered, running a hand through my hair to try and calm myself down.

"I told her she was acting like Henry." She said with a shrug, as if it was fucking even remotely okay.

"Freya, what the actual fuck." I said, looking at her as if she'd gone fucking insane.

"What? She fucking is."

"I can't even with you right now." I said, grabbing my shoes and putting them on. "Joe, I'm taking your car!"