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Dad? Who is he? (Pt2)

"Dad? Who is he?"

Phil's heart stopped.
Wilbur face paled.

"Wilbur. What is the meaning of this."
Phil's voice was heavy, his hands were clenched tightly at his sides, a dark frown on his face.
Tommy flinched at the sound.
"Look, dad, you-you can't blame him-"
"That isn't what I asked."
"I-I was the one who took care of hi-"
"That isn't what I asked!"
Phil slammed his fist against the doorway. He glared at his son and snarled.
Tommy whimpered and hid behind Wilbur.
Wilbur stood up off the sofa, hands clenched into fists at his sides, he looked far too much like his dad.

"You weren't here!
You weren't here dad!
I raised Tommy!
Even before mum died I was the one who raised him! It was never you! You were never even here!"
"Shut up."
"No! No I'm gonna shut up! So what if he calls me dad, maybe he would call you dad if you didn't fuck off so often!"
"I said shut up!"

Phil raised his hand and brought it down on the side of Wilbur's face. A crack resonated round the room as Wilbur's head was forced to the side from the impact.

The only sound that could be heard was Phil's panting breath, his body shook from the anger, his hand red from where he had raised it to his son.

Silence...
And then Tommy yelled.

"Get away from my dad!"
Tommy got off the sofa and ran up to Phil punching and kicking his legs.
"Get away! Get away! Get away!"
He continued to punch Phil as tears ran down his face.
Tommy's cries broke Wilbur out of his rather negatively spiralling mental state.
He grabbed the young boy and held him to his chest.

"Ssshhhh, sssshhhh it's okay Tommy, it's okay, he didn't mean it, it's okay, he's not a bad guy."
Tommy clung onto his biological brother and refused to let go.
Wilbur was scared he was saying this stuff to convince himself rather than console his little brother.

Phil was standing there still as a statue but the anger that had coursed through him before was nowhere to be found.
He had hurt his son.
He had hurt one of the people he was meant to protect.
And what for?
Because he took care of Tommy?
Because he let Tommy have a dad?
Because he was THERE for Tommy?

What kind of dad was he?

He didn't think he was.
He wasn't there to raise Wilbur, he wasn't there to raise Tommy.
He wasn't a dad to either of his kids. Was he?
Tears rolled down Phil's face.
What had he done?

Tommy had calmed down now, his face was still buried in Wilbur's yellow jumper.
"Wilby? Why did he hurt you?"

Wilbur's breath hitched.

"Well Tommy.
You see.
He's our dad...
And he told me to take care of you so he could find us a new place to live.
But I let you call ME dad instead.
And that wasn't right of me."

"But dads don't hurt their kids.
He hurt you Wilby."

"He didn't mean to.
I was in the wrong Tommy.
It was my fault.
I was in the wrong.
And I know that now."
Wilbur's voice shook. What else could he say.
He knew that Tommy deserved to have a PROPER dad.
He couldn't keep looking up to Wilbur.
It wasn't good for him.
He couldn't let Tommy hate his dad before he even got to know him properly.

"It's okay.
Dad's gonna stay here for a bit and then he's gonna go away again to see if he can find us a place to go to."
"I don't wanna go."
"We have to Tommy."
"No! No I don't wanna go!"

"Tommy?"
Phil finally spoke to his youngest son.
"Tommy I am SO sorry for not being here.
If I had known you didn't want to move then I would have come back sooner."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Why did you hurt da- Wilby. Why did you hurt Wilby?"
"I. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Phil now looked to his oldest son.
"I'm sorry Will.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry I was never here.
I'm sorry I never stayed.
I'm sorry.
I'm so so sorry."

Phil collapsed onto his knees and held his sons close.
"I promise.
I promise I will be here from now on.
I won't go off, I won't leave.
I'll be your dad.
I promise.
Please.
Please give me another chance."
Phil cried softly.
He didn't want to lose his sons.

"Okay...
Okay, if you promise to stay."

"I will.
I will stay. I promise."

Tommy didn't say anything, he just removed his arms from around Wilbur and hugged Phil instead.
"Promise you won't hurt Wilby again?"
Phil's heart broke a little more.

"I promise Tommy.
I won't hurt either of you.
I promise to every god that exists that I won't hurt either of you ever again.
I promise..."

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"Kill me Phil.
Do it!
Kill me!"

"You're my SON!"

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"Hey Wilby...

L'Manburg's gone.

You won.

I-I miss you...

I miss you so much dad..."

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