"Tommy! You're 16! Clean up after yourself!" Phil's voice rang through the house
Tommy tensed up slightly as Wilbur, who was laying on his bed, laughed
"The old man finally stays home for a few days and he's already on you" Wilbur said "Nice to know he's fully recovered from moms death"
It was a regular Sunday night. Tommy was staying home, hiding with his brother in their room. Wilbur had his feet against the wall, moving them to the beat of the soft background music while his curly hair lay off the bed. He was wearing his typical yellow sweater and his round glasses on the tip of his nose.
"Tommy I'm serious-" Phil threw the door open, coughing as a stale wave of yellow hit him "Oh my god, are you smoking?"
"No, Wilbur is" Tommy said, motioning to his waving brother who, in fact, was dangling a cigarette from his lips
"Yeah whatever just, don't let the smell leave your room, I live here too" Phil said
"You sure?" Wilbur asked
"Didn't you just get back from a month's vacation?" Tommy whispered under his breath
"Speaking of" Phil started "the company needs me in California"
"Shocker" Wilbur said, pointing at his dad
Tommy laughed, shoving Wilbur
Phil shook his head, whispering "Fucking disappointment you turned out to be" under his breath
"Oh like you're so high and mighty yourself!" Wilbur shouted as he closed the door. He turned to Tommy, sitting up and sucking on the stale stick "Fucking asshole he is." He blew into Tommy's face.
Tommy coughed, waving it away and climbing onto the bed "It's not entirely his fault-" Tommy started
"Tommy" Wilbur stopped him, grabbing his shoulder "Do I need to remind you who gave you that scar on your shoulder?"
Tommy shook his head, his mind fuzzy. Wilbur nodded, taking his burning hand off Tommy's shaking shoulder.
"Tomorrow" Wilbur said, leaning back and staring at the ceiling "I'm taking you to the park"
"I have school" Tommy spoke up, looking over at Wilbur, who remained silent. Tommy laid down, staring at the ceiling as well. The room glowed a nasty yellow, infecting Tommy's thoughts. He welcomed it. Breathing it in as if his life depends on it.
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FanfictionTommy lost his mom years ago. His family has never recovered. With his drug addicted brother and dead beat dad, Tommy's holding on by a thread. But he's fine. Everything's fine.
