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chapter 3. tommy's secret

hours turned into days, days turned to weeks. tommy and i Started to form a deep emotional bond that I thought was not humanly possible before. This was so perfect, Clay was right after all I was the perfect one for the job he could put his trust in me and me only. Tommy and I were learning so much about each other every day it was crazy,  for example I never knew before that his favorite food was Fish and chips, and I never knew he made the best tea in the world. his best friend tubbo, became my best friend too, Tommy was usually busy nursing me back to Health after I pretended to be sick but he still sometimes talk to tubbo. I was thinking about the perfect moment to strike, we in beds that were next to each other every night so it would probably wake him up if I got out of bed to steal the disks. this was now the 14th day that I had spent with Tommy and I was about to find out a secret that I could never unsee. it started off as a normal day I woke up, tommy made me breakfast in bed and we started to spend the day fishing and living the American dream except British dream for Tommy because he's British. when we went back in the house, tommy's shirt got caught on a nail and started to lift. that's when i saw the unseeable, a chest binder.
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"y-you didn't see anything did you, ocean?" tommy asked, panicked. "t-tommy..." i mumbled. he ripped his shirt free from the nail and ran down the hall in a tearful mess into the closet. slamming the door behind him. i dashed after him and tried ripping at the handle. "TOMMY YOU HAVE TO OPEN THIS DOOR" i screamed frantically and pounded on the door. "YOU CANT HIDE FOREVER" all i heard from the other end was maniac sobbing. i knew i should've taken a different approach, but i was too upset. my eyes flashed blue with sadness. i burst into tears. "T-tommy. you can't hide from yourself like this." i broke free from the tears momentarily to say. "i should know.. i-i'm trans too." i could hear him gasping for air from the closet, trying to stop the crying. i began to sing in my beautiful feminine voice. "mmmhmmmhmmmhmmmhmm" i hummed. "i'll cut my hair..." i heard the handle lock slowly unclick, and the knob rotated. my angelic singing had gotten to him. "to make you stair.." i kept humming the melody as i pulled out the dagger clay had given me. "o-ocean... y-you are?" he wiped his nose. i began slicing pieces off my thick beautiful hair to give myself a short boyish bob.
i'll hide my chest, and i'll figure out a way to get us out of here..
"yeah, call me owen."