The Gang Leader's Pet {WillDip}

6

Will

I groan as my bony corpse stretches, and wince as I feel the lashes from last night.
"Morning sleepy." Mason greets, as he comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his torso and his bare sculpted chest. I mumbled a response as I rolled onto my stomach and hid my face in my pillow, earning a chuckle from Mason while he received a middle finger.

"Oi! Put that finger away before I put mine up your ass." Mason warned, in a very dominant tone. I whimper and hide deeper into the blankets, not wanting to go to school at all today.
"C'mon Will, get up." Mason cooed as he sat beside me and carefully rubbed my back.
"Fuck off!" I snap.
"That's it! Get. Up. Right. Now." Mason yells in a tone that tells me not to mess with him. I roll my eyes and sit up.

"I said, Get. Up." He growls.
"I am up." I sass.
"What has gotten into you?!" He demands, lifting me up by the collar of my pajama shirt.
"I could ask you the same thing!" I yell, shoving his arm away to stomp downstairs.
I'm met with the worried glance of Gideon which earns him an eye roll.
"Will. Sit down." Mabel orders.
"You aren't in charge of me!" I snap, stomping up the stairs, and into Mason. 

"Downstairs. Now." He growls. Knowing I can defy Mabel, but not him, I stomp back downstairs and slump into a chair.
"Now, nobody is leaving this room until this attitude stops." Mason snarls, as he takes a seat at the table, dishing up some fruit for himself.
"I guess we'll all be here forever then." I growl, challenging Mason.
"You had best clean up your attitude soon, boy!" Ford snarls, sneaking up from behind me and tightly gripping my shoulders.
"EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream, clutching my head as glass shatters and items fly left and right.

The twins looked shocked, Gideon looked horrified and Ford looked enraged. Realizing what I just did, I quickly shove my chair back and bolt up the stairs. I run into a shadowed corner and curl up into a tight ball. He's gonna come up and punish me! I need to get out! I repeatedly think in a state of panic. I hadn't even realized that Mason had stepped into the room or that he was knelt right in front of me. It wasn't until he tried to pull me into his chest that I realized there was another presence in the room.

"D- Don't touch me!" I yelp.

"I just came to talk okay? What's wrong? Why are you temperamental lately?"

"I- I don't know. I don't know! I- I just want it to stop!" I sob, throwing myself into his arms.

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 Small update since everything has been shitty lately.

I'm being put on anti-psychotics, so that's a thing.

And my calendar is packed with X-country practices, team tryouts and appointments.

I'll try to update when my life is a little less hectic.