Why care..? (Tommyinnit angst)

chapter 12

so as you might have read, this will be the one of the final chapters. But if you enjoyed the story, i would request looking at my oneshot book! A spend alot of time on it, and i'll think you'll enjoy it.

anyway, happy reading!

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Tommy POV:

"Toms!?"

i whipped my head around to see a familiar bald person.

"W-what are you doing here?" Tommy stammered. He saw no reason that he would go here, other than plan a murder, or hide. "I could ask you the same thing! this is My shack!"

"Purely by coincidence i guess..." Tommy answered. "coincidence? No way! Also you look like shit."

"i am aware, jack."

//3rd person POV//

"And why do you look like that? Nevermind, let's go back to mine. Get you patched up.". Tommy really didn't want to go. He would rather run in this situation. But he knew Jacks actions were not fueled by pity. Well, atleast not yet. Tommy finally decided to agree.

"Ok, fine. Just don't tell anyone that i'm at yours." "why?" "Just don't."

they walked in silence. Even though Jack tried to hide it, he was concerned. Alot. It's nowhere near where Tommy nearly lives, and he had dirt and other stuff smeared in his face. He looked rather, numb. Like all life had just been sucked out of him. His eyes were alot more dull than the eyes Jack were used too. It was only fair to be concerned.

Tommy just stared down on the sidewalk, refusing to make eye-contact with anyone. Man, that was quite a big idiot i made of myself, he thought. Could he ever show his face again? Speak to any of his friends again? Probably not. But that would be for the better. He was just an anooyance to them after all.

They shortly arrived to Jack's house. His house looked nice, safe. Comforting. ofcourse, that could just be the surface of it really. Alot of bad things look nice in the start. Like cocai-

"come on, lets get you cleaned up." Tommy's trance was finally broken when Jack spoke to him. "Hm? Oh. Yeah." Tommy said, standing up from a chair he didn't even rememmber sitting on. "Where is the bathroom?" Tommy asked. Jack just pointed the general direction. Tommy nodded, and started walking over there. Tommy noticed a few things about Jack's home. How he had alot of plants, but it looked like he never bothered to water them, since they looked deader than the grass outside his house. On his desk in the hallway there was alot of documents and paers scattered around, creating one big mess. He really ought to clean up soon, Tommy muttered. Even though his home looked like a complete wreck, it felt nice. No fake plants, or no smashed beer bottle on the ground.

He went to the bathroom, and cleaned the worst stains from his clothes, and cleaned his face. He still looked pretty beat up, but it was better than nothing. Honestly, he didn't know what he was scared of. it was just jack, a goofy bald dude just messing around. But Tommy had found that no matter how friendly or goofy the person that stood in front of him was, his trust issues were always in the way somehow.

He knew that there was no way around jack asking how the hell he looked like he'd been to hell and back, but damn he wish there was. All this 'opening up' thing this past week or so has been too much to handle. His social meter was only that big. He sighed audibly, and went out the bathroom. Hands in his pocket.

As he entered the room with jack once more, he could feel the tension strike him, raising every hair on the body. Instinct was to flee, not fight. But this wasn't the wild. This is just jacks home. Tommy tried to remain calm, as he seated himself next to jack. Jack looked rather, well, unhinged. Tommy was not sure why or at what. He looked irrational, unpredictable, lost in thoughts. He had this thousand yard stare no one could break apparently. But Tommy wasn't going to call out his name or anything. In fact, he quite enjoyed the silence this moment gave him. The tension eased out a little.

He felt safe, no, safer. Jack hadn't won his trust that easily. His so called chosen family was easy to turn on him once they found out a fraction about how he felt. He wasn't going to let that happen again.
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Wilbur POV:
He had been gone for 7 hours. No trace of him coming back. Shit. shit. He must still be in Brighton, there's no way he went further. Normally I would contact his parents, and figure out the situation that way, but in the state that Tommy came to me that day tells me maybe his home life is not as good as it seems. Blood crippled from my palms, as I dogged my nails into them. Phil noticed. "Mate, don't do that." He said, going over to take my hand, but I withdrew my hand from Phil. "Don't touch me." My voice was full of venom, not really directed at anyone but myself. How could I let Tommy run away? Gods now where he is now. I'll try to contact any of my friends in Brighton to keep a look out. Oh Tommy, you were never really alright, we're you?

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AAA I FINISHED IT FINALLY
so uh yes I hope you like it and stuff
Keep in mind my ONESHOT BOOK is also readable :D