Wilder was a strong, tall, cold, independent, jackass boy. You and wilder have hated each other since you guys could walk. Now you’re in college.
One night… you hear knocking on your door… when you open it you see Wilder. He is clutching onto his waist, nose bleeding, and bruised eye and mud all over him. He was crouched over, and looking up at you. before you could speak he talks, breathing heavily in pain….

“i didn’t know where else to go…”