The Day We Met| Quackbur/TNTDuo| Highschool AU

Graduation (Selection 2)

|WARNING this chapter includes character death, violence, guns, and kidnapping|

The beginning of this chapter is the same as the happy ending.

Wilbur POV
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Sitting in the front row of my boyfriend's high school graduation. I graduated last year, I didn't go though. Now, I'm sitting in the front row with my brothers, and my boyfriend's mom and dad, watching him graduate. I'm so happy he's made it here. He looks so cute in his gown. My sweet duck.

At the end of the ceremony I ran up to him the first chance I got and threw my arms around him, spinning him around and kissing all over his face. "Wilbur!" he hugged me back. "Quacks! My love! I'm so happy you've made it here with me." I smiled so wide my face hurt.

"We should go out to celebrate!" I exclaimed. "We're having a graduation party next weekend, just remember" his mom told us. "Yes mama" he answered. We all got pictures and then Quackity and I loaded into my new car to go celebrate on our own.

"Where do you wanna go?" I asked, smiling excitedly. "Can we go get food at that buffet place?" Quackity asked. I nodded and started my car.

We went out to dinner together and it was maybe our best date ever. Especially with the idea of what I had coming. After we ate I took him out to a park and we sat on the swings and talked about what we wanted to do now.

"I haven't found any colleges we can both go to, since you're majoring in law and I'm in for editing. I guess we're going to have to try and find something that's close to each other." I sighed.

"That's okay Wil. Look at what we've been through already, we can handle this." he smiled at me, with his sweet, kind eyes. I couldn't help but smile back at him. I convinced Quackity to move over to a little patch of trees on a small hill, looking over a sunset.

I took a deep breath and got ready to ask the question that had plagued my mind for the year I'd been waiting for him to graduate.

As he looked out over the fields of flowers under us and the beautiful sunset ahead. I moved just out of his sight and dug through my pocket.

Where is it...

Damn it- I must've dropped the box. "Hey Quacks?" I piped up. "Yeah babe?" he turned back to me and smiled. "I dropped something, I'm going to go try and find it" I told him with a little nervous smile.

"Alright, I'll come with you!" Quackity smiled. "You don't have to, my love" I kissed his head and started back for the park to look for the box. He followed me, of course.

I searched all over for the box, but I couldn't see it. I bent down to move the wood chips under the swings to look there. I heard Quackity scream and I looked up.

My dad was standing over me, a gun to my head. "Da-dad- what.." I looked at him with terror in my eyes. I went to reach for my pocket and he stopped me. "Don't you fucking dare."

"What are you-" he interrupted me "put your fucking hands up." I did as he said. I put my hands up. "You put up that fucking phone." my father demanded to Quackity. With shaking hands he put his phone away.

My father grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into his car. I screamed in pain and looked at Quackity with pure terror in my eyes. I collapsed in the trunk of his car and it slammed shut.

I pounded on the trunk, looking for anyway to get free. Quackity called me and I fumbled with my phone. I picked up. "Wil?" he asked me. "Quackity- please get me out of here" I whispered frantically. "I- I called the police, can you see where he's taking you?" Quackity asked me.

"I- I don't know- we're in the creepy part of town" I whispered. "Okay, I'm going to tell the police, I'm going to get you out, it's okay Wilbur" he had a reassuring tone but I could tell he was just as scared.

"The car stopped- outside a warehouse" I told him. The trunk popped open and my father grabbed my phone. Snapping it in half and dragging me into the warehouse.

I fought against him as much as I could, trying to stall for the police to get here. He got me inside before they could though. "You're gonna fucking die for all the bullshit you've done." my father spat and tied me down to a chair.

I pulled against the rope and chains tying me down. I could hear the police sirens coming, but so could my father. He grabbed his gun and by the time the police were inside he had it loaded.

Tears streamed down my face and I watched in horror as Quackity and a fleet of police burst in the warehouse.

Quackity POV
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"It was all a blur.." I said with tears pouring out of my eyes like a river. "I don't remember it all but... he looked at me, he was so scared. I was too... it was awful- just having to stand there and watch the police try to negotiate him out of there. It..." my voice broke.

"It didn't work..."

"I stood there... being forced to watch as my boyfriend told me he loved me just before... his dad shot him..."

I grabbed a couple tissues and tried to dry my eyes. It never worked in here though.

I had mandated therapy now. Watching my boyfriend get shot by his dad, of course I didn't take that lightly. I went home that night to find a beautiful party set up, everyone was there, but when they saw I came home without Wilbur everyone bombarded me with questions.

I spilled that Wilbur had died and everyone immediately collapsed to comfort Tommy and I. He didn't desert this.. Tommy didn't deserve this... I didn't deserve this!

I found out he was going to propose to me, that only made me cry harder. I couldn't believe this, I could've been with him forever, he was the love of my life, my soulmate, but now he's fucking gone!

I had to be put under surveillance 24/7 for the next month, for the purpose of both the police suspecting Wilbur's dad may come after me too, and because I probably would've killed myself if I had the chance.

Now, I have court mandated therapy to try and get through everything that happened..

Why couldn't this have worked for me..

Why can't I have him...