Sleeping Under The Moonlight ( Tommyinnt x Reader)

Chapter 17

Tw// mention of fire, blood and death and slight mentions of Abuse.

The area smelt of  burnt plastic and charcoal. 

The house was burnt but only on the left side. I gave Tommy a puzzled look. He shrugged as we walked in. Everything seemed normal. Too normal. 

We rounded the corner to the left side of the house.  Black bleed up the walls and onto the second floor. The couch and living room was demolished. Yet you could tell where the fire started.  The couch?

Why the hell would a couch just catch on fire. We walked closer to Tommy directly by my side. No one in my family ever smoked.

I don't even know if we have a lighter. There's no way It could have been a candle either.

We only had candles in the kitchen but they were mainly used for decorations. Something is definitely not right. I walked into the piano room just behind the living room..

It's pretty hidden if you're not looking for it. 

Horror met my eyes. Blood soaked the floor and hand prints coated the walls. I wanted to puke and Tommy  was already out of the room.  I ran up the stairs to look around my old room.

Glass bottles shattered every wear. What the fuck happed? I walked into Olivia's room and looked around. I found the rose and let her always wear it.

Along with a picture she had by her bedside of us in Canada in funny poses. I grabbed a few more important things and shoved them into her suitcase and went to my parents room. 

My hand held the door knob. My heart pounds out of my chest. My hand sat above the nob. I let go because my hands were shaking. I haven't been in their room for years.

I was always too scared to go in after what happened. I was scared I would cry and break down. I was scared my family would think differently of me.

I was supposed to be the strong one and the independent one like my dad always wanted.

Maybe that's why he did what he did. But if I do know one thing I'm not, that's a scared little girl anymore.

He can't touch me now.

My hand twisted the nob. A tear softly falling downy face. Just one simple push and the door would open. I couldn't feel my body filled with fear leaving me to freeze in place.

I've got this

I've got this.

I've got this.

"You got this" a voice rang behind me. I pushed open the door. 

I then realized in had nothing to be scared of.

Everything was the same. Tommy followed shortly behind. I was only In here for one thing, the memories. There on the bed laid a box of photos we all put in. This is all I wanted from this house.

This house wasn't my home. It used to be but now it means nothing to me. Yeah I've had good memories mixed with the bad.  Maybe coming here was what I needed.  A breath of fresh air.

I looked over at the bed side  table to see a picture of me and my bother. Then it hit me. I needed to get home. I grabbed the suitcase and ran with the box out the front door. 

Tommy called an Uber and we headed straight for the hotels.  I rushed us up to our room and packed everything. "Y/n why are you in such a rush. "George asked.

" We don't belong here. We need to go home"