Tommy Oneshots! (discontinued)

Vent cause I need content

3rd Person POV

Tommy laid on one of the beds of 'his' room which wasn't exactly his.. or even a room at all. He was currently in another 'house' his parents had, it wasn't really a house but it could be considered one, lets call it a cottage. He was in the second floor where his little brother and him slept (wasn't exactly a room since it didn't even have a door, it was just up the stairs) same with their parents who slept in an actual room just besides theirs. So basically his parents had invited over some of their friends to throw a little party and it had been kinda fun but now it was over and even though they were downstairs he was just really tired and was just on his phone scrolling through social media mindlessly. Suddenly he heard his father call for him for dinner from downstairs 

"Coming!" He looked once more at his phone 

He KNEW for a fact that when they called him the food wasn't normally served so being 5min more on the phone wouldnt hurt anyone.. would it? So he kept on scrolling, ready to set his phone down in a few mins when his father suddenly came upstairs

"Didnt we call you to go eat?" He seemed slightly annoyed but he shook it off

"Oh yeah, sorry I'm coming just let me finish this for a sec-" he gestured his phone since he had to finish something, it would take only a few seconds

"No." His father sounded serious

He stayed quiet for a full second

"Its just a second dad" he watched as his face contorted into one with slight anger

"I said go DOWN" he was kinda angry now

"Ok-" he was about to let his phone down when his father got it and tried to take it out of his hands, he tightened his grasp on his phone

"Hey!" He was now kind of frustrated though he knew his father was quite angry so it was better not to say anything.. wrong

"Ok, ok I'm going right behind you" he thought that maybe his dad would now stop but no

"Tomathy go eat" he was getting even more frustrated but he Tommy wouldnt back down, he knew it was a fight he couldn't win but he didn't like te superiority complex his father had and he didn't want to be seen as weak

"Right. After. You" 

..

Ok that was kinda stupid

His father got his wrist and pulled him towards himself, nearly making him fall out of his bed

"Just GO!" He knew his father was trying not to shout since there were guests there

"Is it really THAT difficult to go first?!" He knew that he was just acting stupid, he knew that, he knew he wouldnt win but.. some part of him still wanted to believe that

Oh he fucked up

His father grabbed him again but this time by the hood and forced him onward, nearly falling off the bed AGAIN

"Just take your phone ad go DOWN!"

Maybe it was time to back down a little, he knew there want anything more to do even though he now felt just weak 

"OK, OK I'm going!" he was angry but his emotions mixed blooming into teary eyes but he bit his tongue and blinked away his tears only for his dad to push him onwards, nearly making him crash into the wall just in front and making him look at his side where the stairs were. A chill went up his spine as he thought of how he could've fallen off the stairs. Yeah, that wasn't helping the tear thingy at all and it wasnt like he could control it, his fucking THERAPIST told him how it was in his nature that he was really emotional which explained why he could hardly refrain himself from crying, not that he cried much really. He slowly went down the stairs, his sadness mixing with rage once again, was it really necessary to do all of that?! He knew his father didn't really believe in him but that much? He pursed his lips together as he walked and sat down on one of the chairs on the table, his teary eyes not disappearing as he glanced at his mother. This had happened some times before, kind of, and his mother was the one to defend him those times so what if she defended him once more? She would.. right? So he allowed a few tears to silently fall as he looked at her with some hope but she only turned around and looked.. disappointed? Tired? He couldn't exactly read what her face was saying

"Did you get in another fight with your dad?" There was some coldness in her voice even though it was coated with the sweetness she normally had

Even feeling a bit unsure he answered

"Yes.. he pushed me mum and I maybe could've fallen off the stairs!"

Tommy looked over to his dad only to find him smirking in a way he anted to punch the smile out of his face, even if it was his dad

That smile was full of greediness and.. enjoyment? He looked at him the way some adults looked at little kids when they 'caught them lying' when they really weren't, per say he was looking at him as if he were an idiot and Tommy hated that

"Falling off the stairs? What are you even saying" he laughed and his friend on his side smiled too

It made Tommy's blood boil

"Just leave him alone" his mother said,  his only stray of hope

From then on they kept lightly mocking him and how he was  'overreacting' and crying because he wanted to frame his dad and that just made him feel smaller, weaker like he couldn't control the situation at all, it made him feel hopeless up until his little brother started shouting how they shouldn't make him cry 'cause he was his big bro which made him smile slightly 

When he finally finished his food he ruffled his brother's hair and gave him a thank you. Later they said goodbye to his parents' friends and headed to their cars, (they had brought two he doesn't know why) he went with his brother and his mother on one meanwhile his father went on the other one and remained kind of quiet glancing at his mother's face 

"..."

"You think I'm overreacting too dont you?" It was dead clear on her face, she didn't say anything for a few seconds, as if she was thinking it through 

"Well.." he knew it

He pursed his lips together as he saw his little hope fade away, well, she had kind of defended him.. didn't she..?

..

He really hated it, he hated not being someone they trusted, he hated how they couldn't feel what he felt at times like those.. he hated they did understand..

....

He hated being so utterly weak 

I know there's people handling with a lot worse than this, that this is just something really stupid to vent since I'm not even dealing with that much but I guess I wanted to write this to take it off my shoulders.. uhh.. I hope  you have a good  day-?