︶꒦꒷𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 ꒷꒦︶ || Wilbur X OC (UNDER EDITING)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕

"Toby what?" Dianne's eyes grew wide. "That- just doesn't seem like Toby-"

"Yea, we didn't think so either" Wilbur continued his lie. "But he has my keys"

"Your keys? He stole your keys?" Dianne questioned, her expression of worry growing by the second.

"Yep" Tommy replied popping the p. He didn't like that Wilbur was using Toby to get out of revealing the truth to Dianne, but that's what he was helping Wilbur do anyway, hide the real truth.

"Why would he do something like this? It just doesn't make sense..." Dianne trailed off in confusion. "Nevermind that for now, let's get you taken care of" She grabbed Wilbur's arm walking into the house, glancing over at the view in the kitchen. 

Soon they made it to Wilbur's bathroom, where he had a first aid in his cabinet. Dianne had cleaned the cut on his arm and was now wrapping it up in gauze. "Are you alright? You got cut horribly" Her eyes looked into his with worry. "Yes, I'm alright, now that you're here" He gave her a smile.

"Ok as cute as you are right now" Dianne started as she gave a small smile back "We really need to get things sorted out, I mean Toby literally shattered your back door and has your keys" Her smile faded. 

"Tommy tried to ask for them back, but Toby refused. As for why he broke into my house, I have no idea. He thinks I'm a criminal and he's trying to prove it to Tommy since apparently Tommy is being weird thanks to me." Wilbur explained like it was the foulest thing he had ever heard. 

"Criminal?" Dianne asked bewildered. "So he's blaming his argument with Tommy on you? He thinks you're the cause of this and that you're some kind of freak psycho?"

Wilbur nodded as the two stood up from his bed. "What a joke" Dianne shook her head. "Let's get you changed out of that shirt yea?"

Tommy sat on the sofa, his foot tapping against the carpet as dirt flew off of it. The whole downstairs was a mess. Dirt was all over the floors and carpets as well as glass shards becoming a new accessory in the kitchen. He leaned back onto the cushions, now the dirt was on the sofa thanks to Tommy's hoodie. He stared up at the ceiling as if he was in a trance. 

The ceiling started moving, shapes started forming. Soon the shapes turned into people and then into memories.

Tommy fell back onto the concrete, it scraped against his skin. His breath was heavy and his eyes terrified.

"Aw look at you," The voice was mocking. "You freak"  Tommy felt the saliva splatter on his arm.

"Just leave me alone!" Tommy shouted hoping someone that was near would come to his rescue. "Leave you alone? Ha! After that stunt, you pulled today? Not going to happen" A devilish grin was added to the face of Tommy's abuser.

Tommy's eyes grew wide as the guy pulled out the shiny object from his bag. 

"No! Please! Fucking stop!" Tommy panicked trying to get to his feet, but he was unsuccessful as the guy had pinned him down, now holding the object in front of Tommy's arm.

"Now everyone will know what you really are, FREAK"

Now another.

"You really think anybody gives a shit about you? You're useless." The boy spat as he took Tommy's brand new headset he saved up for and threw it into the lake. Tommy just stared out into the abyss of the water.

"Pity no one's ever here to rescue you don't you think? They obviously don't care about you, they obviously don't need you. It's almost as if they wouldn't care if you suddenly disappeared, if you were gone." 

That laugh echoed through Tommy's head, through the halls of the house, up the stairs and bounced off the walls. He gasped for air as he sat up straight, the shapes no longer there as he was left with the familiar view of the dirt on the carpet. 

He had suffered for so long. His belongings kept going missing and his grades dropped, coming home looking like he had been threw a train wreck every day, cuts and bruises on his legs and arms. His mother grew more concerned about her son each day, but Tommy always had some excuse for everything. "I was just playing baseball with some friends" "I tripped during P.E."

He grew to be silent about the events that had happened to him, the events that haunted him as he laid in bed at night. Everything was his secret until Wilbur found out. Tommy remembered the look on Wilbur's face when he ran into the incident with Tommy's arm. He had never seen Wilbur look that way before, he looked so cold. Cold and his eyes could kill for him, Tommy didn't think that was Wilbur, until it was Wilbur.

Wilbur, did it to help Tommy though right? It was only because he cared. Right?

Footsteps tapped down the stairs. "Hey Tommy, how're you doing?"

It was Dianne, she came and sat down next to him not minding the mess on the sofa. She sensed the tenseness from Tommy's expression, embracing him in a warm gentle hug. "It's gonna be ok Tommy, it's gonna be ok" She spoke gently.

Tommy's eyes glistened as the tears just sat in them, tears refusing to fall down his cheeks. He felt calm in this moment. George was wrong, people did care. Dianne cared. Right?

Wilbur walked down the stairs, his hair fluffy and his outfit now clean. "You ok?" He mouthed to Tommy, no voice coming out. Wilbur hadn't asked Tommy if he was ok since this whole thing even happened, and he was going to ask him right now? Tommy didn't feel ok. All Tommy wanted to do was to run away, all he wanted to do was disappear. Maybe if he had been more quiet. 

He gave Wilbur a small nod. This will all pass, right? That's the thought Tommy tried to reassure himself with constantly for months.

Wilbur grabbed a broom out of the hall closet, leaving Tommy in Dianne's arms. Dianne let go of the boy, now looking him in the eyes. "It's ok, we'll settle this with Toby. We'll do it as a team, you're not alone."

You're not alone