Yuki -

I hug my knees onto my chest closely as I draw slow deep breaths, attempting to stay calm.

I had said some pretty stupid shit back there. I couldn’t even think clearly. I mean, just seeing him…

I retch, leaning against the large cypress nearby for support. I was once more at the lake beach Will and I had often times visited, and it felt like a safe place to go. However, it usually went without the scent of vomit.

At least I told him off, made it clear I wasn’t his.

I’m not his.

Maybe I should have told him to rot in hell.

Or maybe I had? It all felt like a very lucid dream to me.

More like a nightmare.

I groan as I lay my self against the sand, avoiding the patch of grass that had my bile in it. I just felt so… tired. Like I could nap for ages and never do anything again. I yawn, my lungs filling with the humid Floridian air. Fucking Florida, maan.

I close my red puffy eyes in any desperation to forget, and can’t help but let myself drift off.

~

I hear the faint crackling of dry grass near me, stirring my from my deep coma-like sleep.

Mm, five more minutes.

In these just waking up moments, everything seemed far away. Who or where I was didn’t matter for a moment, and that felt beautiful.

Then the memories came flooding back.

“Yukes... Babe. Are you okay?” Will’s soft voice finds my ears, and I whimper as I fight against the swelling pain in my chest in throat. For a moment, before I remembered, I wanted to ask him why I wouldn’t be okay. But then I did. And then I wasn’t.

But I couldn’t answer, in fear of bursting into tears once more.

“How’d you uh… find me?” I ask, looking down and scrawling random doodles in the sand, trying to explain that, no, I wasn’t okay.

“Where else would you go, after facing him? You went here every time he…”

“Everytime he assaulted or raped me. I’m not afraid of using those words anymore.” I murmur, and stand up, brushing the sand off of me. I was so sick of being afraid. But I was too tired to be brave. What feeling would that be called?

“Yuki, you think maybe we should-” I nod in agreement before hugging him tightly. It was time for me to go to someone about this. I couldn’t let anyone else get hurt. But I needed to stop hurting my self first.

“Okay… lets go home before Tony realizes I stole his truck.” I feel my face pull into a smile for a split second, and choke back a snort.

“Y-you what?”

“I had no way to get here, and I didn’t want you to get lectured by Tony, or interrupt his work. So I kinna--” I giggle quietly at his explanation as we pull Festus onto the truck, a struggle in itself.

“Did he uh, charm you?” He asks, more to himself as we sit ourselves in the old leathered seats. I nod before sighing,

“He did, but I fought it.”

“I’m proud of you, Yuki. He doesn’t have the effect on you that he used to.” I smile lightly, feeling my lip quiver slightly. I knew what he said was true.. But I had this weird nagging feeling.

“H-he’s gone Will.” I sob, and Will leans over to hug me in the small antique-like truck. I wanted Zayne to completely be gone. But I didn’t. What if I- what if I needed him?

“I know, baby. It’s gonna be okay. I prom- No, I guarantee. Okay?” I nod in the crease of his arm, reluctant for him to pull away.

I hear sniffles coming from him, and watch as he wipes a few tears from his cheeks.

“I was so worried about you…” He sheepishly says, and in that moment, I felt more tears swell inside of me, aching to be released.

“...So I got you something.” He pulls out a large bag of cheese fries, letting it land in my lap. I knew it was a distraction from either or our emotions, but it was a distraction I was thankful for.

However, a small horror dawned on me as I took my first bite. It was time I started relying on myself to feel better. To be okay. I couldn’t face him again without being my best confident self. And that was gonna take some work.

---------

The title is a pun, get it cuz Will-- Yeah, sorry for the late update guys.

- Ari (。_。)