𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 | 𝔻𝕊𝕄ℙ 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥

50: A Bad Father

The Dream House Part Fifty
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Tommy's POV

"I have a twin brother?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. Here, I don't know what it is but just read it. I've said too much." Puffy told me, handing over the folded letter.

"No, no, Phil told me I didn't have any family. He lied?" I wondered, holding the letter.

"He probably just didn't know." Ranboo chimed in.

"Puffy. Did he know about this?" I questioned, demanding the truth.

"I.. I really don't know, Tommy." Puffy stuttered.

I sighed deeply, looking down as I clenched my fists. Phil told me I was an only child, that my parents were old and sick. Why the fuck would he lie to me about ESPECIALLY this!?

"Tom, it's alright." Tubbo comforted, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"It's not! Every fucking time I leave, you guys make me come back only to regret ever listening to any of you." I said, pushing Tubbo's hand off of my shoulder.

"Calm down. Phil said he'll explain it later, just trust him."

"Not trust him, you want me to listen to him even after what I said. Whatever, I'm not- I... I'm going back with Phil, don't follow us."

I stopped myself from saying anything harsh and walked to Phil's car.

I leaned against the car door. I still had the letter, the scent of it was oddly familiar... I unfolded it and started reading.

Dear Thomas,

TommyInnit - a professional minecraft gamer, a twitch streamer and my identical twin brother. How's Phil treating you, Tom? Hope you're doing well at that house full of streamers you live in. I know you probably didn't know I existed, unless Phil told you but I doubt he did.

I'm coming to see you today, Mum and Dad recently passed away and you're the only family I have so I thought it was time I paid you a visit and explain everything in person. I can't wait to meet you and finally stop writing letters to you that you're never gonna read. I might've just been a pussy and left this on your front door but if you were me you'd understand. Everywhere I go, people would think I'm you. That's happened before.

I'd always write longer letters than this but before I get carried away, I'm gonna end it here. If I did just leave this on your doorstep, say hi to bee boy, Wilby and Dadza for me please! Love you lots, brother.

Yours sincerely,
Tristan.

P.S. I'm older than you by two
minutes haha.

He wrote 'unless Phil told you'.

I watched as Phil walked towards the car.

"Ready to go?" He asked, unlocking the car door.

I got up and held up the letter.

"Tristan. Was he the one that died?" I questioned, he stayed quiet.

"FUCKING ANSWER ME." I demanded sternly.

"Yeah... Can we talk about this in the car?" He asked softly, opening his side of the door and going inside.

He didn't even let me answer the question. I went in the car anyway. I had a bone to pick with him.

"TRISTAN SIMONS. HE'S MY TWIN BROTHER, RIGHT?" I asked loudly.

"Yes..." Phil replied softly.

"FIRST OF ALL, THE AUDACITY YOU HAVE TO NOT ONLY HIDE THE FACT THAT I HAVE A TWIN BROTHER BUT YOU FUCKING LIED STRAIGHT TO MY FACE ABOUT IT. WHO DOES THAT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, PHIL?!" I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Okay, I deserve that."

"YEAH, YOU FUCKING DID."

"Listen. Whatever I did before was only to protect you."

"MY BIOLOGICAL FAMILY THAT I DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED ARE ALL DEAD BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO TELL ME ABOUT THEM. HOW IS THAT PROTECTING ME!?"

"Tommy, don't cross the line. Their death wasn't my fault."

"IT FUCKING WAS. IF YOU'D TOLD ME ABOUT THEM I WOULD'VE MET THEM AND... This wouldn't have happened. Why couldn't you just tell me, Phil? Was it that hard to be a good father?"

"I'm sorry, Tommy. I know I'm a bad father." Phil apologized, his voice breaking as his eyes filled with tears.

"No, I.. I didn't mean that, I- Sorry. I just felt bad for him. I didn't even know much about him and I just wish I did. Did you ever meet him? Tristan and my family?"

"They were nice. Tristan was exactly like you, happy and energetic all the time, get excited over little things... He wanted to meet you but your parents didn't want that."

"So my parents... They choose him over me? They just left me like I was nothing."

"Your parents loved you both equally. They were just going through a rough patch and didn't have enough time or money for the both of you. I'm truly sorry, Tommy."

"I want to go there." I sighed.

"His house? No one's gonna be there..." Phil asked.

"I don't care, I still want to see where he grew up. Where I could've grown up."

"It's ten at night and the house is almost an hour away. You wanna go now?"

"Yes, I want to go there now."

"Okay, we'll go."
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