thieves and princes// crimeboys // crimeduo

nine

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q for chapter: whats your favorite book series?

answer from me: warrior cats!

!!tw: slight talk of blood!!!

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Tommy POV:

my window,

OPENED?

My hands shook, I was frozen on the stairs. Tubbo brushed past me quickly, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

"Tom, what's wrong?" 

I glanced at him, my heart racing, I felt dizzy. Oh, so very dizzy. My mouth was dry. 

"Tom,,?" Tubbo started up the stairs to me, his figure was blurry. 

"Tell mum I'll be down in a bit. Don't follow me, please." I glared at him, turning and running up the stairs.

"TOMMY!" I heard Tubbo running. I tripped over a rug, my face slammed into my door, I opened it quickly, running into my room, I shut the door closed, locked it. I wiped my nose, I had a headache. 

I had almost forgotten why I was in my room when I heard the sound of an older brother. An older brother that yelled at you, but, in a nice way. One that gave you grief, in a nice way. I knew that hum, the hum that sounded like a gleeful sigh.

"Wilbur." I turned around, looking at the man standing in my windowsill.

"Tommy." He gripped the window tighter.

"Your welcome in, come quick, before anyone sees." 

He gratefully stepped from the window, jumping over the desk he landed on the floor, sitting down he licked his hands, spit on them.

"What are you doing,,?" I asked, digusted.

"Stopping the bleeding," He softly muttered, putting pressure on his palm.

I walked over to the window, shutting it agressively, closing the blinds. Light hurt.

"The letter, did you open it?" Wilbur asked, he seemed to be busy.

"No. I didn't want to be reminded of you." I truthfully said.

"Then I'll be leaving. Thanks for letting me in. Where's the quickest way to escape?" Wilbur coldly replied, standing up, brushing some dirt underneath my carpet with a dirty, half broken boot.

"I didn't-"

"Could you just answer my question?" He turned around, glaring at me. "Please?" 

Feeling guilty, I opened my mouth, a way out of the castle escaped my mouth.

"Thanks." He passed me, before he left, he stepped back to me. An hand rested on my shoulder.

"Lay down, take some sips of water, music might help. Headaches hurt." He softly gave me advice. Smiling, he followed the directions I gave him.

I stood there. What,,?

Wilbur POV:

I would try to help him, I wouldn't take what Tommy gave me. I despised that boy. But, I felt bad for him. That's why I stopped worrying about the case. I ran up the hill, I heard the sound of a branch breaking, unusal for 9 at night.

Eh.

My life couldn't get worse.

I stumbled into the house, quickly burying myself under the pile of clothes I slept on, a little bit of warmth spread around my body.

I kept my gazed locked on the open doorway for a solid 30 minutes. I wanted to make sure noone got in.

I heard the clock that told everyone that it was 9:30. The street lights went on. I fell asleep. I knew that I would be safe.

Probably.

George POV:

Ring. Ring.

The soft ring of 9:30 rung in my ears.

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a/n: oooh sort of a cliffhangerrr

also i would like to apologize for misspelled words D: