Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)

It's Not Meant to Be (Tommy and Wilbur) (5/5)

Wilbur POV

Wilbur felt his phone buzz in his pocket, confusing him a little. Didn't he turn it off? He shrugged, continuing to enjoy the concert. Techno was beside him, bobbing his head a little. That was his way of saying he was having fun.

Wilbur silenced his phone, turning back to the stage. He didn't bother to see who had called him, figuring he would call them later. 

A strange feeling arose in his stomach, the same dread he had felt earlier. He didn't understand what could possibly wrong. 

"Wil? What's wrong?" Wilbur looked up to see Techno looking at him, concern evident on his face.

"I don't know." he admitted, Techno stared at him, unconvinced. "I just have a bad feeling."

"A bad feeling?" Techno repeated, trying to understand where this was coming from. "About what?"

"That's just it... I have no idea." Wilbur exclaimed, running his hand through his hair.

"Usually you get a bad feeling when one of us is in trouble. Which doesn't make sense... Phil and I are here and Tommy is with Jasmine... so..." Techno couldn't make sense of it.

"I'll call Tommy, maybe that will ease my bad feeling." he decided, pulling his phone out. That's when he realized that Tommy was the one who called him. His eyes widened, what if something happened to him?

Quickly I went to voicemail, holding my phone up to my ear. "Wilby please-e I need help. I can't-t take this anymore! Please-e!" It ended abruptly making my heart pound, I nearly dropped my phone. Tommy needed help!

Techno, who had been observing me, asked, "Is he okay?"

"He's in trouble!" I exclaimed. Immediately I pushed through the crowd, desperate to get to my car as soon as possible. Techno followed on my heels, sharing my panic.

"We're coming Tommy, hold on."

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Tommy POV

She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to make me pay. Every part of my body ached, painted with bruises. She was obviously drunk based on her breath, which scared me. At least when she was sober she knew when to stop.

She leaned over me, ready to punch me again. I took the opportunity, tripping her by grabbing her legs. She fell backwards, groaning a little. I shuffled to my feet, attempting to ignore the shooting pains that went through all of my limbs.

I rushed into the bathroom, locking it quickly behind. I could only pray it would hold until they got back. I raced to get the medkit, looking through the supplies.

Minutes passed as the silence continued. Maybe I could escape... no, I knew she was just waiting for me to come out. I had learned my lesson, it was better to wait. 

It wasn't long before I heard the heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I could only hope that Wilbur didn't tell her where we hid the keys for all the doors. The sound of a key chain made my heart beat at twice the speed. Of course he did. 

"GET OUT HERE BRAT!" She screamed as I pushed against the door with all my weight. I cursed, knowing my weight would never stop her.

"Leave me alone!" I begged, hoping by some grace that she would. 

The sound of cracking made that hope disappear. What was I going to do? I had no where to run and no one was coming... I was sure of that.

I pushed harder, tears beginning to fall. "Please hold, please!" I muttered, praying the door might listen.

Suddenly the door gave way, falling towards me. I jumped out of the way just in time. I sighed in relief only to see Jasmine stalking towards me. She grabbed me by the collar, pushing me against the wall. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain. But it never came. Instead I fell to the ground. I heard yelling and slowly opened my eyes.

Wilbur had her against the wall, screaming in her face. I could barely make out what he was saying. Techno came into view. He gently picked me up, carrying me to my room.

"You're okay. You're safe now, don't worry." he whispered, pulling a blanket around me.

I sobbed, "I was so scared!"

"I know, I know." he spoke softly, beginning to check over my bruises. He seemed to grow more and more angry at the sight of each one. "I'll be right back." he told me, rushing out of the room.

Wilbur appeared, sprinting to me. "I'm so so sorry Toms! I should have known she was hurting you!" He was quick to pull me into a hug, causing me to wince. "Oh, sorry." he noticed my flinch.

"You couldn't have known." I said, wrapping my arms around him. "I'm just glad you saved me."

He kissed my forehead, "I wish I could have saved you from all of this."

"I did try to warn you..." I chuckled.

"I should have listened!" Wilbur exclaimed.

"Did you just admit I was right?"

He rolled his eyes, "Don't let it go to your head." He began running his fingers through my hair, making me relax even more.

"Wilby?"

"Hmmmm?" he looked down on me.

"Will you sing? For me?" I had never seen Wilbur smile so wide. He nodded quickly, running to grab his guitar.

Techno made it back first, offering me ice which I gratefully accepted. He took Wilbur's spot, making sure I was relaxed.

Wilbur came back in, a grin on his face. He strummed the guitar, closing his eyes for a moment. I could tell he missed it. He began to play and my eyelids began to droop.

I fell asleep, fully aware of the murder that Wilbur and Techno were going to commit murder tonight.

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This ending was terrible, but I tried! I'm working on the requests, so don't worry. I haven't had a lot of time lately, but I'm trying to write as much as possible.

I might not be able to post for the next few days, but I'll try

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