You'll See! || SBI

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

TW// Child abuse, underage smoking, blood, injury

Sitting in the front row of an auditorium full to the brim of rich people was not Tommy's idea of a nice evening. Initially, Wilbur wanted to rehearse with the group but Tommy had to spit some bullshit excuse about family. He wasn't ready to tell his new friends that he was the only son of Mitchell and Clara Avia. That could ruin everything he built for himself.

They could possibly change their opinions on him, see him as some spoilt kid who got everything handed to him on a silver platter whilst they had to work minimum wage jobs just to get by. Sure, Tubbo and Ranboo couldn't have cared less but who knew what Phil, Wilbur and Techno thought? He couldn't fuck this up.

So, he stuck it out.

He was sat in between his parents to ensure he "didn't try run away" and was forced to watch some boring-ass opera singer scream her lungs out. Tommy rolled his eyes and slumped in his chair slightly, bouncing his leg. A slap to his thigh snapped him back into his chair, his father not looking at him but Tommy could tell he wasn't pleased.

He never was.

He was a prisoner at seven-fucking-teen. He was sick of everything. He had stashed money and awaited the day he turned eighteen. He would be running out of there the moment the clock struck midnight. He had made a pact with Sam. That man was hanging to get out but was too scared to leave Tommy on his own, so, the brunette man had agreed to quit a few days before Tommy's 18th. The teenager would then stay with him and his boyfriend until he got his footing.

Ponk, Sam's partner, agreed happily. They didn't see a problem with it and he was happy to give the teenager shelter for a while. Plus, she worked as a doctor at the nearby hospital so it wasn't like all income would be lost– Sam's job didn't even pay much.

The night dragged out, Tommy then being dragged backstage to congratulate the performer. That lasted an agonizing long hour that thankfully ended when his parents agreed to go to dinner with the woman and her family– who were also here. He had met her children. They were horrible, spoilt brats.

The good thing about that dinner was the children were of age while Tommy was not. Meaning, he was shoved into the car and taken home by their driver, HBomb. That wasn't his real name but it's what Tommy called him because he was cool like that.

The door closed behind Tommy as he got into the back seat, his parents already getting into the other family's car and driving off.

The brunette in the driver's seat turned to look at the blonde with a cheeky smile. "Feel like some junk food?"

"How about some weed as well?" Tommy bargained with a hopeful smile. HBomb never tried to stop the blonde's habits as he knew it was no use.

"Yeah, let's go then"

–

Somewhere down the line, the pair ended up in an abandoned car pack with two meals from McDonald's and a joint being passed between the two. HBomb didn't smoke as much of it as his friend as he was driving. Tommy found it nice having the two staff members who dealt with him most on his side. The chef hated him for some unknown reason; it's not like Tommy ever critiqued his food or invaded his space. He was hardly home between school, hanging with his best friends and now the band.

The maids just avoided him.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Tommy blurted out as he blew smoke from his lips before turning to look at his friend. Sam and HBomb were his friends, there was no doubt about it. The brunette beside him hummed, shoving a chip into his mouth. He decided to continue. "I joined a band. I'm their drummer and I really love it."