I'm sorry//Quackbur

shouldn't listen

THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK OF "YES SIR" DON'T READ THIS ONE BEFORE READING THE OTHER ONE.

TW: angst, mention of su!c!de, cutting, mention of cutting. (BE MENTALLY PREPARED)

Quackity's POV:

The wedding happened months ago and I can assure you it was the best day in my life. Even though we're married I still work for him and for some dumb reason he pays me, but I'm not complaining for double the bag. The ring he got me was very pretty, there's a small diamond with a golden outline with the ring being  silver, I'm pretty sure it's real gold and real silver.

RING RING
RING RING

"Yes?" I ask through the phone.

"Hello pumpkin, heard about the wedding. Might want to explain?" He said. Of course it was Schlatt.

"Well, I love him not you"

"No doesn't love you, no one will. I never loved you. You're useless and I only used you for money which you barely had, and your body."

"What..?"

"You heard me sl*t, I used you for your body he's probably doing the same. No one can love you, you're a piece of useless sh!t"

"No, you're lying.." I say. I knew I shouldn't let his words effect me but I started crying.

"I'm not, you're useless and no one loves you. Not your son's or Charlie. No one. They are all using you. Especially Wilbur, he only married you cause he had too"

"No, he loves me.." I mumble through my silent cries

"No he doesn't, you ugly trash"

"You're lying!" I scream.

I realized Wilbur may have heard it and covered my mouth.

"I'm not sl*t, you're better off dead. No you should c*t yourself like the little attention seeking wh*re you are"

"I'm not an attention seeker.."

"YES YOU F*CKING ARE! GOD WHEN WILL YOU EVER LEARN ANYTHING! YOU'RE BETTER OFF DEAD" he scream.

Wilbur had heard my scream and tried getting in but I locked the doors. (The one between there offices and the official door)

"Love, are you alright?" He asked. "Yes, yes I'm fine" I say clearly not. My voice was shaky and broken.

I hanged up the phone and silently cried on my bed. Wilbur was still trying to get in. "Why is the door locked..? Are you sure you're alright?" He asked again. "Yes I'm fine!" I say with an attitude.

Schlatt was right, I am an attention seeking whore, I don't deserve Wilbur. He's too good for me, he deserves someone better. Someone that's not a cry baby, someone that doesn't get kidnapped left, right and center and someone who isn't useless. (Someone mentioned that last book and it made me giggle).

"Can I come in?" He asked worriedly. "Not right now I'm busy" I say. I left through the 'offical door' of my office and went to my room.

I entered the bathroom and cried, then I saw. A pair of scissors. *No, I shouldn't listen to that monster..* I think. *But maybe he's right? Maybe I am a useless attention seeker that's better off dead. Wilbur doesn't deserve me*.

Then I did it, the blood dripped on the ground and in the sink. *no!no!no! What was I thinking I shouldn't have done that!* I thought.

(Sorry if I'm not going into details about what he did, I just don't like blood and I don't want anyone reading this getting uncomfortable/disturbed)

I quickly cleaned the wounds up and put a bandage on top, I put a blue sweater instead of the yellow one I usually wear that belonged to Wilbur before I stole it.
I decided to give it back, if he ever finds someone better then he'll give it to them.

I placed it in front of his office and went back to my room and cried some more.

After an hour or two, I went back in the bathroom this time to pee. I washed my hands but not the blood on the scissors or the counter. "Omg Quackity I've been worried sick!" Wilbur said suddenly entering the bathroom. "Yeah yeah I'm fine" I say.

"Are you sure, you're not acting like yourself, and you gave me my sweater back which you never do" he said. "Yes I'm fine and didn't I lock the door?" I say. "Yes you did but I was worried and grabbed a lock pick and unlocked it" he admitted. I realized he could have seen the blood and my breath began to quiken.

"How about we just go back to work?" I say trying to change the subject. "Fine, but I'm keeping a close eye on you" he said. "Okay" I say and we walked out, luckily he didn't see it (or did he?).

I enter the office and lock the 'main' door and unlock the shared door separating our offices. Wilbur came in, "you know what let's finish early today" he said. "I-sure" I say. He grabbed my wrist which made me flinch and it cause the wounds to open up again.

"C-Could you let go?" I asked through the pain. "Why? You don't have anything to hide right?" He said. "No! No! Ofc not, I'm just going to the bathroom for a bit" I say. I enter our bathroom.

(The thing is, that they share a room but big Q also has his own room. Like he has two rooms but one shared with his lovely husband and the other alone)

I take the bandage off and take apply new ones on. But you know who walked in at the worst time.

Shrek