Another Family (SBI adoption AU)

Chapter 3

Tommy POV

I check if I already took my backpack before getting inside. "Welcome to your new home, mate!" Phil said. Yeah, home. I'll probally be back at the orphanage within 2 weeks when they finally get tired of me. I just nodded and let out a small forced smile. The older went to look at his son, the one called Wilbur I'm assuming. "Hey Wil, why don't you go show Tommy his room?" Phil said with a small smile and Wilbur just excitingly nodded. Wait, room? They were giving me a room? Or where they just gonna make me sleep under the stairs?

Probally not because Wilbur excitingly said "Follow me!" before almost just running upstairs. I do the exact same but try to be as quiet at possible. 

"So, this is your new room! Sorry it's a bit empty, dad was planning on taking you shopping tomorrow." Wilbur said opening the door. Oh my God, I was fucking amazed at what I saw. It looked like a dream. It was a huge grey room with a king sized bed, a huge closet, a computer setup with a nice desk, some bookshelves and a private bathroom. 

"H-Holy shit man, are you s-sure this is my room? I m-mean this is so huge!" I almost screamed wincing after at how loud that came out, it was also a bit bratty I think.

Wilbur just smiled at me and said "Of course it's your room, Tommy! Where else would you sleep?" "Well, under the s-" I say but stopped, fuck. Wilbur looked at me with a confused face. "Thank you so much, again I said, trying to change the subject.

"You really didn't have to do this I-" I tried to say but got cut of by the pinkette walking in. "Of course he had to, it's just a decent room." He said glancing at me. I just hesitantly nodded and looked away. This Technobkade guy was creeping me out to not say the slightest. And Wilbur also did, looking at how he was so excited to beat me up later, also being so good at faking kindness. This family made me feel more scared then ever. And just knowing they'll beat me in a matter of time makes me cringe a bit. 

"Well, dad said it's best to leave you alone for now and let you unpack so I'll let you do that now! We'll be going shopping tomorrow for ur stuff!" He said laying a hand on my shoulder wich I lightly flinched at. His expression softened and he put his hand off me. He walked out the door waving and left. It was almost like he knew I flinched.. strange.

I was about to go start unpacking even tough I knew it was useless since I had almost nothing and I would get sent back within 2 weeks anyways but I saw that Techno was still in the room.

He glanced at me with a real serious expression, a scary one. It was slightly freaking me out and I begon shaking lightly. "I just want you to know that you won't be acting all bratty with us, kid." He said. I just nodded not wanting to tell the guy that I wasn't planning to because I didn't want to get a black eye or a bleeding nose. "And your acting very weird, like your scared of us." The taller said getting ready to leave. "Tch, orphans." He whispered loud enough for me to hear before fully disappearing.

Fuck. I've already pissed him of. That's not a great start, innit? I really don't want to be beaten tonight so I'll just plan on saying absolutely nothing unless they expect an answer. Wich I was already planning on doing actually, so that was a bit of an pathetic plan. I'll just try to prevent being in a room alone with him. Yeah, that's probably the best thing to do.

I unpacked and placed everything where it belonged. Wich only took like 2 minutes because the only things I had where. A really tight pajama, an almost broken toothbrush, and... a blade. I also had my nearly broken phone, I tought it was always handy for calling help when the abuse would become, to bad. But all the cracks and shit in it had proven me that it's best to not use it for emergency calls. I also don't know if they'll allow me to use my phone.

I just sit in my room wandering around and thinking of something to do. I could just jump out of the window and get away. Holy shit, what the actual fuck was I thinking? They will literally give me so many bruises and scars that you wouldn't see my skin anymore. I just looked around and saw the computer setup standing there in the corner with the many bookshelves taking up the huge amount of space. Should I.. try and see if I can play minecraft on it? Hm, no. That would be the worst idea ever. If any of them happen to see or find out I would be a dead man. 

I just decided I'll better go to bed as weird as it sounded. I've never really gotten a bed at a home. And especially not one like this. I tucked in my pajamas feeling really uncomfortable in the tightness like always, and brush my teeth with the almost broken toothbrush. It was kinda late anyways. With the meetings, the stuff packing, the getting ready, the paper signing, the car ride home. Just everything, it looked a lot of time so it was around 8:00 in the evening right now. I could use some sleep anyways before I would never get it again for a while.

I get under the really comfortable sheets and lay my head on the soft pillows. Man, I am probally just dreaming all of this right now.

However, I wasn't exactly dreaming. Because as soon as I fell, asleep I got a nightmare.

Nightmare:

"Come back here you little shit!" The man angrily screamed at me while banging on my door. I was shaking and crying, the man that was currently fostering me was extremely abusive and I noticed as soon as I walked in that house. He told me that the abuse would slightly be lighter if I didn't fuck anything up. But I accidentally broke his vase, the one he also hated. Well, I did fuck up and he was coming for me. I almost threw up at the thoughts of the things that would happen when he would catch me.

The loud banging suddenly stopped and I calmed down. But as soon as I stood up I heard a clicking noise. The man just went to look for the keys. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I hardly flinch at the noise of my door slamming open. The man looked like he was gonna kill someone. But when I looked at the stuff he was holding I gagged. He had an half broken beer bottle and a lighter, he also had a knife. No matter how much I pleased for him to forgive me and not hurt me, he didn't listen. The horrible things he did to me went on for hours untill I finally passed out. 

End of flashback:

I woke up with tears and sweat covering my face. I felt like I couldn't breath and realized I was having a panic attack. I tried to be as quiet as possible to not make the family mad. I ignored the fact that I couldn't breath and went to the bathroom, almost falling over. I just grab the blade and cut a few lines in order to calm down. After 10 cuts on each arms the panic fully goes away and I run my arms under the water slightly hissing at the burning sensation. I looked for some bandages in the cabinet and when I found some I used them. Let's just hope they won't find out I used them, or I'll be screwed.

I look at my clock and see it's 8:00 now. Did I sleep that long? Well that would mean I woke up somewhere around 7:30 but still, I've never had so much sleep in my life!

Today was gonna be a busy day, innit? Let's just hope nothing would go wrong, but since I got fostered, I don't think I'll make it out the day without a few new bruises added to my collection.

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