Tommyinnit Oneshots

Dead Families Are Better

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, TOMMY," A woman screamed, hands slamming against the wheel to her car. Her eyes glared at the road in front of her with intensity. "IT'S YOUR FAULT YOUR FATHER LEFT!"

"OH, AND IT WASN'T BECAUSE OF YOUR CHEATING ASS?!" The boy, Tommy, responded with as much ferocity but staring at the side of her face. His blonde hair was matted with sweat against his forehead from an entire car ride of arguing and screaming.

"NO, IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR ANNOYING ASS. YOU'RE A PIIECE OF USELESS SHIT, YOU HEAR?" The woman responded, growing angrier at the mention that it was somehow her fault. She wouldn't accept that her infidelity is what drove her husband to abandon her and her child.

"AT LEAST I CAN KEEP IT IN MY PANTS!" Tommy responded. He knew her points. She never really strayed from the same argument: it was always his fault and he was useless. Maybe he believed her. A part of him surely did. One didn't hear the same thing over and over again without contemplating the truth in the statement. He would still argue, however.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! I FUCKING DARE YOU TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME AGAIN," She spout. Why she was that angry was beyond his comprehension. Why that statement in particular was a sore spot was also a mystery.

"I swear, Mother, you can't face the reality of what you've done. Dad was fed up with how you treated him. He loved you, and all you ever did was yell at him for things beyond his control. He did everything for you. Now that he's gone, you expect me to do everything," Tommy replied, voice growing quiet. He was still angrier, so rage filled that his lower voice meant he was going all in. "You are a spoiled brat that never learned to grow up. You expect everything to be handed to you on a silver platter, and don't give a damn how much I've bled to get that silver for you. Why can't you see your faults so we can work through them?"

The car stopped. The suddenness made Tommy slam forwards, seatbelt starting to cut into his skin. He heard a whimper from the backseat where his friend had been having a panic attack since the fight begun between Tommy and his mother. Tommy had tried to help his friend, at first, but his mother kept saying things that riled his temper. He let himself get blinded. Now his friend was hurting. Tommy thought his mother stopped so they could help his friend. It was the opposite, really.

"Get out of my car," She whispered, silent as a field mouse. Tommy froze. He turned to her, face showing clear confusion and surprise. They had foght a lot, but Tommy's mother loved him, didn't she? Tommy opened his mouth to ask, but she slammed her hand against Tommy's cheek, the sharp pain making his eyes widen. "Get. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Car. RIGHT NOW, DAMNIT!!"

Tommy shot out of the car, fueled by adrenaline and fear. He opened the backseat to help his whimpering friend onto the road, not trusting his mother not to hurt him if they were left alone. With them both out, his mother drove away, leaving them both deserted on the side of the road. Just a two lane road surrounded by forestry. No people or places or landmarks or directions or knowing when she was coming back.

Tommy wasn't a pussy. He wasn't a coward or emotional or a scaredy cat. So, if someone told Tommy that tears came from his eyes in that moment, that maybe he felt the pain of both parents abandoning him within a month of each other, Tommy would deny it. He didn't care. He hadn't built all of his emotional security around them. They didn't help him keep going. They weren't even a happy family, so why would he care? No, Tommy didn't cry when he realized his mother wasn't coming back any time soon. Anyone who said so was a liar.

"T-Tommy?" His friend breathed out his name, his shaking hand latching onto Tommy's hand. He had calmed down enough from his panic attack to realize what happened. Tommy stared at his friend, guilt swimming in his system. He definitely wasn't crying harder now.