~Manipulation~

15 // Not Giving In

The blonde worked quickly and was ready to go in 20 minutes. He worse his usual outfit of cargo pants and a basketball top, only this time it was long sleeved and he'd taken extra care in only packing long sleeved basketball tops in his bag.

After one final look in the mirror (and a quick cover up of his bruise using his mum's makeup) Tommy was at the bottom of the stairs – waiting next to Wilbur – saying goodbye to his parents. Tommy's parents had various requests (most directed at Tommy but they let Wilbur know as well) including getting enough sleep, calling them every week, being respectful and most importantly not leaving Wilbur and not going anywhere without him knowing first.

Tommy rolled his eyes but hugged his parents nonetheless. He really didn't want to leave them yet; Tommy was only 16 he had his whole life ahead of him to be independent. He was a child and he needed his parents for a sense of security.

However, if last night was anything to go by Tommy knew he had no choice on the matter; despite what his parents had claimed. Five minutes later, Tommy and Wilbur were sitting in silence on the motorway.

"Toms can you reach into the glove box for me and take out the box of pills?" That was definitely a demand – not a question. Tommy said nothing and did as he was told.

"There should be some water in there as well," Tommy took that out too causing Wilbur to smirk. "You're being much more obedient... did you learn your lesson from last night?"

Still, Tommy stayed silent. "Toms speak when you're spoken to. Did you learn your lesson?"

Tommy was not speaking. "Toms you know that I'm going to be with you for the next three months, right? If I were you I'd just cooperate now. Speak!"

"What do you fucking want me to say!? Thanks for beating me up, kidnapping me, forcing me to do stuff I don't want to do and deleting my contact information!"

The car was silent for a moment.

"Toms eat the pill."

"What?"

"Eat the fucking pill before I loose my temper and do something we'll both regret later!"

Tommy sighed but did what he was told anyway. About five minutes later he felt the familiar urge to sleep. "This trick's getting old Wilbur."

"It's Wilby to you, and I'm surprised you're still conscious." Wilbur could clearly see that the drug had started to take effect; Tommy's eyes were half open and his usually energetic voice had gone down an octave.

However, Tommy was stubbornly staying awake. It was obviously a loosing battle, but Wilbur just wished he would speed it up a bit. The more Tommy knew about their location, the worse.

"Toms go to sleep."

"No!"

Wilbur kept his eyes on the road but rolled his eyes nevertheless. "Things will only get worse from here if you don't cooperate."

"D-don't care. I'm not... giving in t..."

Tommy finally fell asleep mid sentence, causing Wilbur to chuckle a joyous, playful laugh, "Oh Toms, you really like making things hard for yourself!"

Tommy spent the rest of the car journey sleep with Wilbur rubbing his hair with one hand.