True Love || Yandere Skephalo || Discontinued

Chapter 14 - H-Help M-Me

Warning: This man about to have a panic attack, be prepared or skip ahead

This is chapter 14, so I felt that.... this picture was just destined to be here. Also, why do chapter 10 and 11 have more views than chapter 9? Are y'all skipping chapters or something? Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter~

-Sincerely, Your Friend, Lemon ♥️

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Skeppy P.O.V.

Since we were already at the mall we decided we might as well just hang out there instead of driving all the way back to Dream's house. I had to cover Darryl's ears because if I didn't he would being yelling "language" a lot.

(Fam- I think I just swallowed a bug-)

George was sitting very close to Dream again. I looked over to Wilbur. Yeah, it was hard to tell, but clearly he was hurt by watching them be so close together. I mean normally I could care less, but Wilbur seemed cool, so part of my felt a little bad for him. Anyway, we ended up staying there for a while. I only realized when I turned on my phone to just check if I had any notifications I guess.

Long story short I had 27 missed calls from my mom, 34 missed calls from my dad, and 72 missed calls from my sister. I looked at the time and gasped. They all looked at me. "Guys it's 8:36" I said in shocked voice. A couple of them spit out their drinks.

"It's what?!" Shouted George. Nick face planted the table. Dream tried to stop himself from laughing. Dave said, in a really dead and monotone voice, "Oh no. That's too bad. Guess I'll die." I hope he meant die as in get in trouble. Wilbur sighed, and Tommy groaned. What did Tubbo do you might be wondering? Well. Tubbo just sat in pure silence.

I coughed. "So uh.. we should probably all go home now.. huh?" I said. They all nodded. So Tommy and Tubbo took their own car, the one they used to get here, Nick took me, Wilbur, and Darryl home, and Dream took Dave and George. I laughed when Nick groaned knowing he had to take the most people home.

First he took Darryl home. I was kinda mad about that because I wanted to stay with Darryl more. I waved him goodbye, and he smiled as he happily ran into his house, waving behind him once he turned to face the door. Next he was taking me home.

It was a silent drive, unlike the drive to Darryl's house. Since Darryl was there we talked a lot, and Nick and Wilbur joined the conversation. I was fine with Wilbur joining but like.. Nick... just shut up. Of course I didn't say that to him. I mean, it was his birthday like 2 days ago.

(Okay I just realized how little time has passed in this story. Pretend that Nick's part was like... a couple months after Zak transferred to their school. For plot's sake.)

The ice inside this car was so thick, that the best ice breaker, couldn't even dent it. Does that metaphor make sense? Anyway... the drive was completely silent, other than the radio.

'Most awkward drive of my fucking life.'

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Wilbur P.O.V.

'This is the most awkward drive of my fucking life.'

I thought as we all sat in silence. Suddenly Nick coughed and said; "Soo.. uh.. Wilbur... about George and Dream-" "Shut the fuck up." I cut him off. Zak seemed surprised, right, so far I've been all sunshine and rainbows around him. Hey, I'm nicer than the others, but I'm not an angel.

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Skeppy P.O.V.

"Shut the fuck up." Wilbur said in an annoyed tone after Nick brought up George and Dream. I had two thoughts on this matter. 1, wait what- I though Wilbur was like- the nice one- but he's just nicer not the nice one- the nice one is Darryl, right. Almost forgot. And 2, see, Wilbur agrees with me, Nick just needs to shut up. Great minds think alike.

Finally we got to my house. I got out of the care and waved them goodbye. They waved back, and I walked inside my house. To which I was greeted with a very angry mom, a very disappointed dad, and a very worried sister.

"ZAK WHERE WERE YOU?!"
"Zak why didn't you call us?"
"Zak, I was so worried! You should've called us back!"

Can you guess which of them said what? I continued to be yelled at by my mother, given the talk about how my dad isn't mad, just disappointed, and being guilt tripped by my worried sister. So the night was off to a great start.

After the whole being yelled at and the other two talking about the things I'm too lazy to repeat, I groaned and rolled my eyes. I ran up the stairs and played on my phone until it was time for bed. Then when it was time for bed I played on my phone until I felt like sleeping.

After a restless sleep that night I woke up to what sounded like yelling, and went downstairs, not knowing what was about to happen. 'Oh no...' I thought as I came downstairs to see my sister trying to stop my parents from fighting. But... what were they fighting about? I just stood there listening.

"You can't punish him like that, he will learn to do better, I know he will!" Said my dad.

"Well he never listens! I warn him again and again that if he doesn't stop coming home late that I'm going to do something. And not just that, but his grades have been slipping as well! He's a failure!" Yelled my mom.

Wow..... so that's why my mom has been distant recently. I take back what I said at the beginning of this story. I don't like hugging my mom anymore. Honestly, if literally anyone else had said that about me I wouldn't care. But my mom...? That hurt.... a lot... but I didn't have the time to cry about what she said, I had to stop them from fighting. Now instead of being a smart person and acting like I had just come downstairs I walked in the middle of them and said two words.

"Shut. Up."

Okay so maybe that was the wrong thing to do in this type of situation, but in my defense, I've only seen my parents fight twice and it wasn't even a big fight where they were yelling back and forth like this one. Anyways, they both went silent. My Dad and sister seemed worried for me, probably knowing that I knew what my mom just said.

"Don't tell me to shut up young man!" My mom said. I regret what I did next. I really do. But at the time I thought it was a good idea. I flipped her off. But.. I didn't expect...

The loud sound rang throughout the house. Dad and sister looked at my mom with pure anger. And once she realized what she had done, my mom had a face full of the most guilt I have ever seen in a person. You understand what she did right? No? Oh, yeah, she slapped me. So I didn't even care she slapped me, but my haphephobia exists. I didn't want to break down in front of them, so I held back whatever I could until I got back upstairs and into my room. I closed the door and locked it, then immediately fell to the ground.

Warm tears flowed down my cheeks. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I was hyperventilating. I couldn't do anything, I felt like I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, but, I myself believe it's worse that I couldn't breathe. I could feel myself shaking. The world was spinning. My muscles tensed...and then everything hurt. Now I truly couldn't move. Now moving wasn't just hard, it was painful too.

Suddenly my arm reached in front of me. It hurt. But I still did it. For what? What was I doing? I didn't know. Until I had grabbed my phone. Once I grabbed it I pulled it towards me. It was hard to even keep it in my grasp.

I had a missed call. From the very person I wanted to contact. Since I had a missed call I didn't need to unlock my phone, I clicked on the notification and it immediately called him.

"Hello? What's up Zak?" He said in a cheerful voice. I'm assuming his morning was going great. I didn't want to ruin it, but I had to talk to him.

"D-Darryl..." I managed to say in between sobs. I heard him gasp. "Zak oh my goodness, are you okay?!" He asked, hearing me crying, I'm not sure if he heard my horrible breathing pattern or not.

"Ple-ease..." I said as I curled into a ball.

"H-Help m-me..."

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Yay I didn't something tragic :D Idk what the purpose of this chapter was, I'm just trying to make conflict and stall time :') Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Bye!