One Last Promise [Wilbur x reader]

Chapter 3: Familiar street

He smirked "See? You act like you're better than me, but you're just as broken. The difference is, I admit it. You? You’re just pretending. Face it, Y/n, you were always a wreck without me." He said Maybe he's right. Maybe I am broken. But I refuse to be broken because of him.

"Without you? Are you joking? The only thing you ever did for me was make things even worse than it has been, without your stupid therapist. I was grieving my friend, and you—what did you do? Oh, right. You cheated on me with pearl." The words burned on my tongue, sharp and bitter—not because of Pearl, but because of what he did.

Pearl and I are still on good terms because she had no idea Jared was dating me at the time. I had mentioned having a boyfriend once, but I never told her his name or any details. It wasn’t until later that we both realized we had been dating the same guy. The moment we found out, she left him the same day I did.

"Oh here we go again, I told you Pearl meant nothing, You just decided to be overdramatic and say that I was cheating on you" He said as he rolled his eyes "Overdramatic? I saw you fucking kissing her! And pearl herself told me that you guys were dating and that was your third date, she meant nothing, you say?"

Jared let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "And yet, you came back. If I was such a horrible cheater, why are you standing here in my house?" He smirked, tilting his head. "Maybe because deep down, you still care."

I scoffed crossing her arms. "I came back for one reason—to shut you up for good. Don’t mistake my closure for caring. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have wasted another second on you."

I stepped back, not wanting to stay here any longer, but he ran to me quickly snd grabbed my wrists before I could react "You don't get to walk away this time" He said, his voice low and threatening. My heart pounds, but I didn't flinch. I met his eyes, daring him to try me. "Watch me"

I spit. I slammed my knee between his legs. A strangled gasp tore from his throat as his grip weakened. I ripped my arms free and shoved him hard—he stumbled back, cursing. His hand lunged for me, but I struck first, jabbing my fingers into his eyes. He howled, recoiling, and I took my chance. One last stomp on his foot sent him staggering. I bolted for the door.

I kept running, unaware of where I was heading—I just wanted to get as far away as possible. I didn’t stop until his voice faded into nothing. My chest burned as my breath came in ragged gasps, and I collapsed onto the ground, struggling to steady myself. Only then did I realize—I was in a forest.

I quickly sat up, my pants smeared with grass and mud. It didn’t bother me. I looked around, spotting a small pond. Slowly, I made my way toward it and sat near the water’s edge. A few ducks floated across the surface, glancing at me as if asking for bread. I blinked at them, saying nothing. Eventually, they looked away, mirroring me.

The cold breeze brushed against my face, making me lose what little composure I had left. A lump formed in my throat, my chest tightening. I hugged my body close, burying my face in my knees. I felt so empty. I had no one to talk to about what had happened. She was gone, and I was truly alone. Before I knew it, hot tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks, I didn't wipe them, what was the point?

My life had been miserable since she left. I hadn’t been eating well—she was the only one who ever encouraged me to. I had turned to self-harm. I had been drinking just to shut off my thoughts and fall asleep. With trembling hands, I searched my pockets and found a pack of cigarettes. I never really smoked, but I always carried them—just in case I finally decided I needed to.

My fingers fumbled as I pulled out a cigarette. I lit it with shaky hands, bringing it to my lips. The first inhale burned my throat, making me cough, but I forced another drag. The smoke curled in the cold air, disappearing as fast as I wished my thoughts would.

I stayed there for a while until the sun had finally set. With a heavy sigh, I got up and tossed the cigarette into a trash can. I walked to the bus station and got on the next bus. The ride home was quiet.

The bus was nearly empty, just a few exhausted passengers scattered across the seats. I stared out the window, watching the blurred city lights flicker past. My body felt heavy, exhaustion pulling at me, but my mind refused to rest.

When the bus finally reached my street, I stepped off, barely paying attention to my surroundings. My thoughts were still tangled in everything that had happened tonight—Jared, my friend, my own self-destruction, I then realized something was off, the street was so quiet and I heard footsteps behind me, before I could react, something sharp cracked against my face.

Pain exploded across my cheek. Before I could process what was happening, my body reacted—I was running. Someone was screaming behind me, slurring curses and insults. My heartbeat roared in my ears as I sprinted down the street, ignoring the sting of my wound.

I reached my house, practically throwing myself inside and locking the door behind me. My legs barely carried me up the stairs before I collapsed onto the floor of my room. My vision started to blur.

Then—everything went black.
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