𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 | the cult family

14

Once Jack finished his food, he gave a long sigh, wiping his now tear-stained red face.

You came in not to long after, immediately asking what happened from seeing his nose and cheeks red.

He brushed it off, saying it was just allergies. You still were worried, but didn't say anything else about the situation.

You sat down on the bed, sitting next to him. You fiddled with your fork, before eating a peice of your pancakes.

"So..whatcha' wanna do today?" You asked raising a brow, Jack gave a small shrug, before perking up, blushing at the idea that just popped into his head.

Before you could react, he already had snatched the plate from you, tossing it lazily on the floor, quite literally tackling and falling ontop of you, a loud thud coming from the head of the bed due to it knocking against the wall.

You gave a small yelp, but calmed down rolling your eyes, patting his head in a way to comfort. You didn't say anything else, just laying with him in silence.

Jack soonly began to doze off, before starting to snore, you chuckled leaning your head back to do the same.

It was peaceful. Or so you thought.

Outside of the window, a yellowish glow can be seen in a tree nearby if you squint. Will was up in said tree scouting out what was happening, a polaroid held tightly in his hand.

Seems like David had him look for you both after you guys didn't return back to homebase.

Seeing you cuddle Jack though, made Will feel something. It wasn't anger , or disgust...he was...sad...upset even..

He wanted that to be him, but thanks to David. You seen him as what you see the brunette.

A monster.

Will looked away from the window with a frown, staring down at his dangling feet. Also staring at the flowers under him.

Does he really wanna do this??

Force you to stay with them forever??

Scare you??

No.

But he had too. He must follow David's orders. He IS the father after all..

And he DID give him opportunity's he hadn't gotten when he was well...alone. David gave him another chance of a family.

Another chance..for comfort.

Another chance to feel loved.

And he'd be dammed if he'd let that go.

He hopped down from the tree, looking through his polaroid at the pictures. He was happy, to see you...well happy. but still, he was hurt on the inside.

As he walked back through the woods, he started having second thoughts again. This time, they stayed in the center of his mind.

He doesn't want this.

It's unhealthy.

He needs to talk to David abou thi-

"Ah! Will! you're back! did you find anything?" Will paused as he was now infront of Gleti, I guess thinking really passes time while walking through the woods.

He didn't know what to say, without spilling his guts out on what he actually thinks about this, so he just nodded in response.

"Oh how lovely! David's waiting for you!" She said cheerfully, he just gave another nod walking into the house.

As he made his way through the hallway, he felt his gut churn. He was sick to his stomach about this.

He doesn't WANNA do this.

But why does he keep walking??

Why the HELL does he keep going step after step to his room??

Will have a shaky sigh, and before he knew it. He was standing right there infront of David whom was writing in his journal.

"Ah. Will. I assume you found a few things?" The brunette said raising a brow, Will yet again stayed quiet, nodding and handing him the camera.

He fidgeted with his fingers slightly as he looked through them, the feeling of worry and regret in his gut rising even more.

David gave a sigh, handing the object back to him. "Thank you, Will. that's all I needed, you're dismissed." He mumbled waving his hand.

Will gave a small; "Hm." going to the door, but paused turning back to him. "Hey..David?" He spoke, David looked over.

"Yes?" He replied back, Will sat there for a few seconds, fear holding him down making him keep his words to himself.

".." He shook his head turning back around, "Nevermind. Goodnight." He mumbled before strolling out.

David frowned, the way Will's tone changed showed that something was wrong. But he didn't wanna push it too much. He just said goodnight as well, going back to his journal entry.

Writing on the smooth paper, he wrote at the bottom 'Something's up with Will." Underlining it a few times.
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Will gave a small sigh, walking into his room, he kicked off his shoes, putting them up before crawling into bed.

He felt horrible. The feeling wouldn't go away. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down.

He tried his hardest to not think about you. But he could NOT do it.

He'll talk to David about how he feels in the morning..yeah..

He turned over on his side, exhaustion finally washing him over like a wave. As his eyes fluttered closed, the last thought in his head was about you.

'Goodnight, [NAME]...'
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Record 14: COMPLETE!
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