Part 3 pog.
To all those who are telling me to take care of myself;
No, I am a self-destructive piece of shit and that will be my demise.
:)
The duo ran down the street, Wilbur's eyes scanning the buildings. Phil had taken them there only once, when Will was five and Tommy three. The brunette just hoped he remembered the building...
Tommy gulped, watching his brothers frantic eyes. Wilbur was never panicked, always collected. Though he acted brash, loud, and childish, Tommy was observant when he wanted to be.
"There. Come on, Tommy, we need to hurry." Wilbur said, pointing at a (rather grand) building on the other side of the street.
The blonde nodded furiously, following his elder brother towards the center. This was important, this was Grian.
Wilbur could barely wait as the lights changed, charging across the road with the younger in tow. Essentially gliding up the stairs, Wilbur pushed open the doors and headed straight to the police department.
"Will? Grian's gonna be okay, yeah?" Tommy whispered, hoping for the reassurance that he so desperately needed.
Wilbur continued walking, and that was all the answers Tommy needed.
The duo pushed open the department doors, Tommy almost falling down the small drop in-between the doorway and the floor.
"Wilbur and Tommy Minecraft?" The receptionist asked.
"That's us. Please direct us to the correct officers?" Wilbur nodded, barely noticing the desperation of his voice.
The receptionist smiled weakly at the teenager, motioning towards a meeting room.
"Those are the admins assigned to your brothers case. I think it's good news." He offered.
Wilbur nodded once again, thanking the receptionist. Tommy copied his movements, adding a quiet 'Thank you, sir' at the end.
The blonde swerved around a group of officers, losing the older for a second before rejoining him. He hated how crowded it was it the department.
He found comfort in the way Wilbur squeezed his hand, in the way he didn't let go until Tommy was comfortable in the meeting room, how well Wilbur managed to raise him even through Phil's neglect-
"Hello, I'm officer Katelyn Harris. I'll need your official statements?"
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"Now that those are out of the way," Officer Katelyn smiled gently at the two. "We have some good news for you two."
Both Tommy and Wilbur peeked up at that.
"We know where your brother is."
The now-shaking fifteen-year-old had never been more relieved. They knew were Grian was.
Tommy flopped his face into Wilburs shoulder, letting out a sob of relief. Grian was coming home, Grian was finally, finally coming home.
"When- d- do you have any idea when-" Wilbur took a a moment to breath. "D- do you have any i- idea when he'll b- be bac- ck?"
"Hopefully by the end of this month."
Wilbur was already calculating time, information, and money.
There are nine days left in the month. We have enough food to last us for six, meaning I'll need to go shopping. Three days worth will cost us maybe sixty to seventy-five dollars. Tommy will have his after school club, that's twenty-five for admission. We just got new uniforms, so that's not a problem. Phil will need to know of Grian, of course, but that can wait until Tommy is in his club-
"Hey, Wilby, they need you to sign something."
His brothers voice snapped Wilbur put of his thoughts, eye's glancing up innocently.
"These forms are for you and your gaurdians, we'll need both of the signatures by Monday." Katelyn continued.
Giving a sharp nod, Wilbur took the (phone book-) pages and signed. He'd need to find Phil sooner, then.
"Thank you. Come on, Tommy, we have to go get Phil." Wilbur explained, glancing down at the smaller blonde. The duo picked up the pace a little, as if that would make the month end faster.
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The waiting was the worst part.
Tommy had found that out almost immediately after they got home. Wilbur seemed to be feeling the affects to, the attention he had used to run after Phil to get him to sign something was wearing off.
The two sat in perfectly tense silence, waiting and waiting and waiting for something, anything.
Tommy wanted to be done with the waiting.
"Why?" He finally croaked out, glistening eyes turning to Wilbur.
"Hmm?" The brunette hummed, attention turning to Tommy.
"Why is Techno out there and n- not us?" Tommy asked, rubbing his arm. "Are we not- does Phil not w- want us?"
"..." Wilbur's eyes seemed to be boring into Tommy, but never focusing on him. "I dont- Phil- it's hard to understand, Tommy. Even I don't properly know why."
"It's just- I don't understand. Why Grian? What did- when he as about to-" The blonde cut himself off with a whimper.
"I- I don't-" Wilbur stuttered, stopping himself.
The silence didn't seem so tense after that.
Just sad.
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Word Count; 860
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