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

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟒

"Tommy, go get the box" Wilbur's tone was stern, his gaze kept on the frightened boy in front of him. Clay didn't show his fear on the outside, his exterior was tough and his teeth were gritted, but Wilbur could see it in his eyes.

Tommy didn't budge, he was frozen in fear. Fear that what happened to George would soon happen to Clay. His brain was racked on how he could fix the situation happening right in front of his eyes, though last time something like this occurred Tommy was completely useless and what was coming at the end was inevitable.

"Tommy," Wilbur turned his head to look at the blonde. "The box, now" He demanded. Tommy's feet reluctantly started moving towards the stairs until a hand was firmly placed onto his shoulder. "Don't." It was Toby, even after all Tommy had done him wrong Toby still looked at him with concern. "It's your choice, he doesn't tell you what to do. He doesn't control you Tommy." Toby's voice was stern yet encouraging. 

Tears formed in Tommy's eyes. All this time he thought he was alone, but Toby was right here. He was always here, and he cared so much for Tommy, yet Tommy made himself think that he was alone for months and trapped himself in his bedroom. Wilbur had done nothing but drag Tommy through this whole mess, making him frantic over things that should have already been dumped in the trash, making him relive the horrible memory over and over again. And Toby had done nothing but try and rescue Tommy from all of this, every time Tommy's thoughts got the best of him Toby would be right there asking if he was ok or if he wanted to talk, but Wilbur never asked Tommy those things. 

Wilbur never even talked about how he felt himself. After the incident occurred Wilbur never even bothered to talk to Tommy about any of it. It was just one quick phone call, Tommy didn't ask if Wilbur was ok and Wilbur didn't ask Tommy if he was ok. It was just finished business, nothing else to it. A tear rolled down Tommy's cheek, his eyes staring right into Toby's. "It's ok Toby, I'm ok" Tommy nodded gently brushing his friend's hand off. The blonde soon disappeared up the stairs.

Toby looked back at the tall brunette who currently still had Clay against the wall. With fury Toby started to march up to him, until Wilbur quickly turned his head to look at him. "What do you think you're doing?" Wilbur tilted his head. "I-" Toby was cut off by the sudden movement. 

Tommy soon reappeared in the room, the box in his hands and tears rolling down his cheeks. "Set it down" Wilbur motioned his head to the floor. Finally letting go of his grip on Clay, Wilbur left him for the box. 

"I'm fucking calling the cops!" Clay shouted as he started moving towards the kitchen looking at the house phone on the counter. "LISTEN!" Wilbur yelled echoing throughout the house causing Clay to trip over his own feet at the sudden shout. 

The lid of the box was slid off with one quick motion, the drop of the lid tapped against the floor. Tommy turned his head away from thing, not wanting to do anything with it. His eyes looked up to Dianne who face was straight, yet her eyes followed every move Wilbur made. "You see this?" Wilbur picked up the now rusted object out of the box showing it around to everyone. "This is what your so called friend used to hurt my friend!" Wilbur smiled manically at Clay. "Yep, that's right! He used this on Tommy almost every day!" Wilbur walked over to Tommy and grabbed his arm. "Go ahead, show him" Wilbur nodded to the blonde.

Tommy looked up at Wilbur's eyes hoping that Wilbur would able to read his, hoping he would be able to get the message to stop all this. Reluctantly Tommy rolled up his sleeve showing scars all over his arms, some worse than others. Clay's brows furrowed at the sight. "No... No that's not right..." Clay shook his head in disbelief.