~Manipulation~

14 // Morning

Morning came much faster than he would have liked. Sunlight leaked in through open blinds causing Tommy to reach up and shield his eyes; at least he tried to. The blonde was stopped when he realised that both of his hands were still bound together.

By now, his wrists were red, swollen and partly bleeding from where the string was digging into the skin. Memories of last night came flooding back to him and he felt like crying.

Tommy rapidly stood up and ran to his mirror where he was greeted with a rather concerning sight. The area of skin where Wilbur had previously slapped was turning a deep shade of red: bordering purple. There was a very obvious imprint of a hand covering Tommy's face. It was at that moment that someone entered his room. Tommy turned around to be met with Wilbur.

"Toms what we're you thinking!? I could have been a parent for all you knew so why did you turn around like that!? You idiot – do you know how much trouble you would've been in if they'd found out!?"

"N-no I'm sorry Wilbur I didn't mean anything-"

"Toms we both know that using that name will get you nowhere."

"I-I'm sorry Wilby!"

"Good," Wilbur walked towards Tommy and rolled his eyes when the blonde flinched away, "relax: I'm not going to hurt you. Give me your wrists." Tommy immediately obliged and was relieved when Wilbur cut the string away. "Wow that's a nasty cut... guess you're weaker than I thought you were."

"I'm not weak I'm a big man!" One look at Wilbur and Tommy was immediately regretting his choice of words, "sorry Wilbur."

"Toms."

"Sorry Wilby!"

"Better. Pack your bags and and meet me downstairs in half an hour," Wilbur turned to leave, "Oh, and Toms? Cover up that bruising it makes you look like an idiot."

In any other circumstance, Tommy would have kicked and screamed at Wilbur about how it was all his fault that Tommy was like this, but no words came out. He just went to the bathroom and did as he was instructed.