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I woke up to Wilbur getting out of bed. I whined softly and pulled him back down. He laughed softly, turning back to look at me "Georgie. We just might wanna get going y'know? We definitely overstayed our welcome." I sighed softly and nodded. I knew Wilbur was right. My parents are still pissed at me for what happened last night. I just turned over "I'm gonna get comfortable for a little longer." Wilbur nodded before he got dressed and slipped downstairs.

Wilbur POV

I made my way down. I was still completely and utterly pissed with what had happened last night. I looked at my hand, holding a pill full of cyanide. I brought my bag with me, just in case some fucker messed with george. I just didn't expect it to be his father. I saw his dad sitting at the table, drinking coffee. This was gonna be easier than expected. He put his coffee down on the table before glaring at me and reading the paper. I walked over, quickly dropping it in his drink before he sat up. "What are you doing to my coffee." I laughed softly. "Sorry, I was reading your mug." I hummed as I glanced at it. It had a photo of a little girl on it, and I figured that it was Harley. George soon made his way downstairs. He quickly said bye to his parents, and I caught his dad taking a drink of his coffee. I smiled as we made our way out to the car. I kissed him as he threw everything in the back before I drove off. "so.. uh. Do you wanna stop somewhere and get breakfast?" I said and looked at george. He shook his head. "I just. I just wanna go home." That's when georges phone started to ring. He looked at it before he hung up. I placed my hand on his thigh "who was that?" George sighed. "Mom. But I just. I don't wanna talk to her." I nodded. That's when his mom called again. He scoffed and hung up. And yet again she called again. George finally picked up.

Georges POV

"George! Oh George somethings wrong with your father!" She yelled. I bit my lip, "so call an ambulance and not me." I hung up and put my phone in the silent before throwing it in the glove box. I shoved my head into my hands and Wilbur squeezed my thigh. "What was that about?" He whispered softly. "Mom said something is wrong with dad." I caught a glimpse of Wilbur smirking for a second before dropping it. "I'm sorry to hear that. But he kind of deserved that after being an asshole." I just nodded and he looked at me. "George. Are you alright? I don't want some I'm fine bullshit because I know you aren't." He said, furrowing his eyebrows. And so, I broke down. I just started to sob and shoved my head into my hands, surprising Wilbur.

He looked at me, his eyes softening. "I just wish my parents fucking loved me! Why can't they love me for who I am!?" I sobbed. Wilbur was silent before he pulled the car over. I looked up before he hugged me tightly. "You won't have to deal with them ever again alright? Just cut contact with them. And if that means cutting you sister off too. But I'll always be here for you George." He cupped my cheek before he kissed me. He pulled away and looked at me softly. "I am so proud of you. And everything you have ever done. Your amazing, and no matter what anyone says otherwise, they are wrong." My tears ran down my face before Wilbur rubbed them away. "Now. Let's stop thinking about them. How about we go get breakfast anyway. My treat." He hummed. I couldn't help but laugh. "You always pay Will.. I feel bad.. maybe I should pay?" Wilbur shook his head "absolute not! I'm treating you baby. And you deserve it." He said hugging my and forcing me against his chest. I laughed softly and tried to pull away "ow Wilbur that hurts! Your like breaking my hip on the middle console!" He let me go. "whoops." He then grabbed his phone. "IHOP?" I nodded. I didn't wana be picky. I grabbed my own phone as Wilbur started to drive away. I had 37 missed calls from my mom, and 68 and still going up texts. I ignored them all and say that Jack had texted me. "Hey George! Do you wanna hang out later? Your bf can come too if he wants." I thought. "I'm out of town right now, but if I get back in town at a reasonable time then sure! If not maybe tom." Jack responded with a thumbs up and I was gonna put my phone before Harely called me. I rolled my eyes but I picked up. "George! George oh my god! Dad is dead!" She screamed into phone, obviously crying. I froze. I didn't know what to say. "What?" I whispered into the phone. "On the way to the hospital, he just, he just died!" Wilbur looked at me concerned. "mom is trying to blame you too. She says you came and visited and cursed him or something." I shook my head. They had made me lose any remorse I had for that man. "Oh." I said softly. "Alright." I said before I hung up. I ran my fingers through my hair and Wilbur looked at me. "What's wrong?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "Did you kill my dad?" I asked him softly. For a second the world just, stopped. Wilbur's face palened for a second before he sighed softly. He pulled the car over, yet again before he looked at me. His usual, calm, sweet and caring face was replaced with a cold one. "I killed your dad." He mumbled. "And I would do it again." He spat.