Forever- Tommyinnit x Oc

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Chapter 1

"It's over now." My father was calming me down. I ran in my parents room after I awoke from a nightmare. He held me in his arms while I slowly stopped sobbing. He picked me up and walked me into my room. "Go to sleep now darling." Setting me down slowly, he grabbed the violin that was by my bed, lulling me to sleep while he played.

"Wake up, brat." There was a shout from the other side of the room. My stepfather was over there, scowling. Getting out of bed and walking to my dresser. I grabbed a long sweater that was yellow, a blue beanie, light colored jeans, and a pair of fingerless gloves. I walked past him and turned to the right to the bathroom. "Don't ignore me. I am your father." He blocked me from getting in the bathroom.

"You are not my father. You just married my mom. My father is watching over us, wondering why mom married you." I snapped back at him. He removed his arm from the door and whispered in my ear. "I am your father. You just don't realize that you are being a brat." He then stood up and turned to walk down the stairs. "Your brother has a soccer game tonight. Make sure you're there, or else it won't be pretty."

I watched him walk away. I closed the door to the bathroom and got changed, as well as put on some makeup for work. I was a mod for my friend Tommy. He was always streaming, so I was working a lot. Soon, I got the notification on my phone that said Tommyinnit would be starting a stream in fifteen minutes.

Running down the stairs, I grabbed my house and office keys and rushed out the door. I ran for about ten minutes before getting to an office that I had rented out. I unlocked the door and booted up the PC. Then I typed in the password and pulled up his stream. I was one of the few mods that could make it to today's stream. I quickly texted Tommy that I had pulled up the stream and was ready to help.

I soon got a reply from him letting me know that he was about to start up the stream. He did as he said and fans flooded into his stream. I quickly slowed down the chat on my end and removed all of the fans that were sending hate comments. I was also keeping track of the subs and donations. I did that for the entire duration of the stream. He said goodbye to the chat, and ended it.

I texted him goodbye and said that I would be able to make it to tomorrow's meeting about plans on who would be a moderator on what stream. He responded rather quickly, letting me know that he had rescheduled the meeting to an hour earlier, and that he would talk to me later. I read the message, and exited out of the tab on my PC. It was now 3:15. The stream had lasted three hours, and I had to leave in an hour in order to make it to my brother's soccer game.

I started up the software for one of the games that I was reviewing for a client. I was checking the code and writing down the problems with the game when my alarm went off. I saved my progress and shut down my PC. I then locked my door to the rented office and left for the day. I began my two-mile jog to my brother's last soccer game of the season.

There was already a crowd when I got there. I searched for my mom and her husband. They were at the far end of the field. I jogged over to stand behind them. I knew that they had seen me, because my mom nodded her head, but they didn't really act as if I was there. I pulled out the camera that I had gotten a while ago for filming, and made sure that I had enough battery in it for me to be able to film the entire game.

I had just finished checking everything when the coach blew the whistle. I clicked the record button and suffered through the game. At half time, I paused the recording and walked up to my brother, Lucas, with some water. "Here you go." I spoke to him softly because I knew he hated the game. Frank forced him to play because he said it would be a good "father-son building exercise." He grabbed the bottle and took a small sip.

"Thank you. He croaked out. I could tell that he had been crying. His eyes were red and puffy and he was faking a smile. I also knew that if he didn't win this game that we would both be yelled at.

"Calm down. You are up 8-2. This is your final game, and then we can go home and relax. We could make a pillow fort in my room, and watch movies on my laptop." I spoke, trying to cheer him up. This fortunately works and he takes another swallow of water and leaves to be with his team.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I return to my parents. It doesn't really feel like my family anymore, not since my dad passed away. He died shortly after Lucas was born. I remember him playing the violin whenever we couldn't sleep. I started lessons before he went. I kept up with the lessons, to keep the memory of him alive. The violin was now sitting in the corner of my room. Frank hated it, and said that he would break it if he heard it again. I haven't touched it in a few years, but I can't bring myself to get rid of it.

My little sister was at a friend's house having a playdate. She was having fun and was missing this, while I had to go and watch Lucas's game instead of getting paid and getting work done. I didn't mind as much because his team was winning, but it still sucked. That was what I thought.

Twenty minutes later, the game ended with the score being 23-10. The other team had won. I found Lucas first, not wanting Frank to be with him alone. I knew it would end bad, and that mom would take his side. I guess there's no turning back now.

A/N- 1085 words in total. Thank you for all your support. I hope you enjoy this book. If you have any suggestions on making my work better please leave a comment. My other book called The War We Waged is now discontinued. Sorry if you liked that book. I am also writing a Wilbur x reader if you are interested. I have a few chapters that I just need to type up, since I wrote them on paper.