Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 16: A Selfish Truth

Will dusted away at the items along the hallway, humming a tune as he did so. "Do you ever shut up?" a snide voice asked. Will whipped his head around in surprise, not realizing he hadn't been alone. He looked at Stanford with an amused expression "Yeah, I do."

"Yeah, I do? Yeah, I do!? And not even addressing me correctly. God, I hate you! You never learn, do you!?" Ford snarled, flicking his hand at him, Will was sent flying back and the air knocked from his lungs as he hit the window behind him painfully,

"Sir, I must warn you, if I die, I'm free from you, I can go back home!" he spoke, his voice strained.

"And when did I say I would ever kill you? I predicted that Mason would help you, like he always does, however, you were on the brink of death. You could have just asked him to let you die, and you would be free. But you didn't, because you have loyalty. Not to me, but to Mason." the man growled, letting him free from his magical hold, Will fell to the ground coughing and wheezing.

Ford stood over him. "Why?" it was more of an annoyed 'why' than a question.

"Because I love him! I don't like you! You're a horrid person!" Will spat.

Ford smirked "That's sweet. But we're back to square one aren't we? Rudeness, back talk, and no manners, tsk tsk, William, I'm afraid a punishment is in order."

Ford pushed Will down with magic and the demon struggling in the blue glow as Ford reached into his pocket and drew out the very familiar knife.

Will gritted his teeth and the man leaned down and began to slice away at Will's scars, reopening them quicker than the seam ripper from Mabel's sewing box could ever do, "How could anyone love you, it's no wonder Fiddleford hides his feelings from you" Will snarled.

Ford stopped his cutting "So...What?! But..." the knife dropped to the floor as Ford looked shocked, but he shook his head and hurried to pick it up, seeing red. Will propped himself up on one arm, panting a little as blood ran down the many cuts Ford had made. "Awww, is your little feelings hurt? Are you shocked? Confused? Sad?" he asked, smirking.

Ford growled and grabbed Will around the neck, lifting him up off the floor and slamming him into the wall by the window, Will gritted his teeth, bruises would be appearing on his spine soon.

"Now, think very carefully what you're going to say next. Will. Otherwise, it will be a knife through the heart and that'll be the end of it. If Fidds had feelings for me. Why would he not tell me?" the man snarled, slicing another cut into Will's face.

"Because, while he might have feelings for you, he doesn't like you, because you're a selfish jerk who took something very important from him, that he needed!" Will growled, feeling dizzy from the blood loss as his ears rang.

Ford cocked his head. "And what was that?"

But Will didn't answer he had passed out.

Ford grumped and dragged Will's unconscious form to the lab to fix him up, his mind racing with the answers Will was hiding from him.

~

Will woke an hour later, covered in bandages and aching all over, the demon groaned softly, alerting Ford.

"Don't worry, you little shit biscuit, I've done all the other tests I need to do, can you talk, or is this going to be one of those days?" he asked.

Will giggled.

Ford rolled his eyes, great, he was delirious again. Maybe he could have some fun with this.

"Will?" he asked, wheeling his chair over to the table Will was laid out on. The very delirious demon turned his head "Yyyyeesss?"

"Do you like Mason?"