(I need to be stopped making these pictures)
My eyes flutter open, expecting a hospital or something normal. My view is a whole different bedroom. I sit up and stretch, groaning in the process, because of the itty bitty stab wound someone, I'm not naming names cough cough William cough cough gave me.
My body is able to stand up as I walk to, what I think is the bathroom to check on my neck. Damn, this is a big ass room.
The mirror reflects my tired self, with a literal purple neck. My voice tries to say something so I know I can talk but all that comes out is a small squeak. Great, he bruised my vocal cords. Exiting, I can smell French toast. I swear if this is Williams house-
As soon as my body exits the room, I can see the hallway I walked down the night Clara left. Following the smell of the French toast, it leads to Will, cooking. No children in the room. I slowly walks up to him and tap on his shoulder. He turns around.
"Oh, good morning y/n, I hope you don't mind but-"
Before he can finish, my fist reaches his face first. This is the part I would usually start cursing at him or something but my bruised vocal cords say different, or- not say anything.
He cracks his neck side to side, like you do of you're stretching, puts the little spatula he was using down, and turns off the stove.
"Now I'm going to give you to the-"
Nah, rather not let him finish any sentence, I meet his face with the same fist, running after, him close behind. He follows me out of the house and I use all my strength to scream, yes it hurts and yes, it probably will push away my recovery but if I truly want someone to help, I won't care.
One of the neighbors open the door and look out, Only to run back in and back out, on the phone with someone. Yes! I turn around and flip Will off, tripping over my other foot. He sits down next to me and laughs.
"Well, you have to learn not to scream when you aren't in danger dear," He smiles as he loudly speaks, loud enough to have the neighbor sigh and go back inside.
He forcefully grabs my hand, walking me back. My mind remembers Liam, what does he think? What will he do when he wakes up and sees I'm not there!? Work! I forgot! We arrive to his house and I grab a notepad and pen, writing work??? He responds with a chuckle.
"It's six in the morning. " Williams hand pats me on top of the head. "Do you know what that means Jellybean? You could've woken everyone up just for a silly game of tag."
Rolling my eyes, I write down what about hiding my neck?
"Scarf."
Liam?
"Simple note."
What did it say?
"You called me because you couldn't sleep and we went for a stroll."
My clothing?
"I have extra uniforms I kinda uh, stole."
Jeans?
"Yes. Go get dressed, I'm still cooking breakfast."
That's when I notice he has his uniform on. Slowly but surely, my body makes it to his room, the uniform folded neatly on the nightstand, accompanied with a purple scarf. Hold up. Did he sleep like... On the couch? He better have.
It takes longer than usual to put on my attire but it gets done. I am delightfully greeted with French toast but then uhm wouldn't it hurt my throat even more? I point to my throat and take the coffee out of his hand, sipping the warm liquid while walking with him out to his car.
The drive is quiet, until the first stoplight we reach.
"Y/n, you know I was having an episode last night, right?"
I give a puzzled look to William. Uhm no clue he had thoes-
"Oh, well, I'll get angry at something and take it out on somebody else. Apparently, Clara wants to take full custody of the children, now including no visitation rights and I was on my way to your house... Though it wasn't the worse sight to see you in pain."
I punch his shoulder, making him swerve the car some.
"I'm just saying! You're gonna kill both of us in a second if ya don't stop using your fists against me!"
Arriving at the pizzeria, it turns Seven. Today, I get to help with a child's birthday party... Y a y. I hate getting in those spring lock suits. They smell like death on the inside and I can't help but think of it going off. It's bound to happen to me, just one slip up and it's over forever.
The establishment is colder than a whitches titty. It's makes me want to curl up in front of a heater for hours. William walks his skinny rat ass off to his office while I sit down and make little circles on a table, waiting for Henry or something to give me instruction. The birthday party doesn't start until twelve and the rest of the day is shut down because the police are coming in apparently.
I have perfect proof that William is the man behind the strangle, making him seem like a suspect for the children missing cases. Today could be the last day Afton reigns. Before I can process more thinking, two goofballs enter the room.
"Hey candy corn, did you get some last night?" Liam chuckles, sitting next to me in the booth.
"Ouuuuuu~" Alyssa sits in front of us.
Shaking my head violently, I pull out the notepad I stole from Williams house and write on it.
That is NOT what happened!
"Why can't ya speak? Is it because he choked you out, you kinky girly."
Wtf Liam no. I have a really bad sore throat.
"What is he like in bed?"
I DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH WILLIAM
"Okay, okay, we totally believe you." They say, almost in unison, making my head fall down onto the table. Adriens voice enters my ears and I already don't want anything to do with life anymore.
"Hey y/n, you, me, the diner across the road? "
I shake my head. He groans but walks away. Liam takes the time to ouuuu
"Looks like every boy is out to get you. "
I shake my head once again. I start to write the word retard on the notepad but my attention is brought to the police officers who just walked through the door. All in the same uniform, all kinda cute.
Surprisingly, we're all put in the same room for questioning. There goes my chances of trying to get William in jail. If I do something, like tell them it was him, he'll somehow get out of it.
A man sits down across from Henry and starts to question him. I just want to go home already, my throat is killing me. My head lays against Liam as I stare at the floor. What if I drop hints that it's William? No. It wouldn't work anyway.
"Ahem."
I sit up straight and look to the table to see the police officer wave me over. Taking my seat, he immediately starts to tell me something but I stop him. My finger points to my throat and I show myself writing with a fictional pen.
"Oh, of course." He grabs a small notepad and a pen, handing it to me. "Tell me anything you need to, then I'll start questioning you."
Wait a ding darn second. There's a chance he won't read this out loud soooo, I get to writing.
I quickly write a few things down about William, but not exactly saying it was him. I hand it to him and he looks to my scarf after reading.
"Could you take the scarf off?"
I tilt my head in a way of confusion and he looks a little closer.
"Well I think I see something."
I smile and shake my head, doing jazz hands, like the way to say don't worry.
"No, just do it. It couldn't be that bad."
Taking a deep breath, I undo the scarf, quickly looking over to a semi-worried William. It shows my very bruised throat, getting a few little gAsP's these people over react way too much.
"You don't need a scarf you need medical attention, my buddy is outside, tell him Marc said to take you to the hospital, alright?"
I shake my head with a worried expression. I think I'm fine, it's seriously not that bad.
"Go."
Rolling my eyes for the second time today, I get up and walk out, grumpy. I'm fine. Another guy stands outside and I tap his shoulder and point to his notepad and pen that he holds. He gives it to me and I write down what who I assume to be Marc said.
Wow. Cop cars are kinda cool, unless you're the one in the back. Luckily, I'm in the front with the guy who won't stop talking about gameboys for some reason. Arriving at the hospital, we walk in and to my surprise, there's barely any people. The cop walks up with me to the reception. I write down my name, what's wrong, and how I think my vocal cords are bruised. It takes her a minute to read but she nods and tells us to sit and wait. Almost immediately, a doctor walks out of the door and calls my name.
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The exact reason I didn't want to go to the doctors: I wouldn't have to wear a stupid ass neck brace thing. At least it's an excuse to not get into the spring lock suits. So far, today has been horrible. Everyone is out of the questioning room but on my way to Henry's office, I can see Three police officers in Williams office with him.
Phew, something finally is going right. I can hear Henry kinda freaking out as he sees me walk into his office. His arms take me into a tight embrace.
"Oh thank heavens you're alright!" Why does everyone keep wanting to worry about me? "Williams gonna take you to his house to care for you until you're better."
This day just gets bEtTeR and 𝘽𝙚𝙏𝙩𝙀𝙧.
Henry explains how work won't be important for me for a week or so and William will have three out of the seven days off. I would ask to be somewhere else but Henry would pull the 'oh but I bet he misses having someone in the house! Just do it for me... Please?' Card, continuing to give me sad little puppy dog eyes.
Walking out to Williams car, I can see him sit in the driver seat with a clear angry expression.
I might die.
Pray for me.
(I'll get a Halloween chapter out soon ;))