Why Is All I Can Ask

Why Does Nobody Want To Be My Dad?

POV (Wilbur Soot)

As expected, Tommy ran away again at the news of being put in foster care. It's been 5 days since I saw my lovely son. I regret saying what I said. I wish I had just kept my mouth shut. I wish he was home safe.

On the fourth day I was told to leave the searching to the police. Phil welcomed me in his home with open arms, trying to keep me sane to the best of his ability. 

"Will? You there, mate?" Phil rests his hand on my shoulder in concern.

I nervously chuckle, "Yes, I'm here."

POV (Tommy)

I've never felt more alone. My mom, Jared, not even Wilbur wants me. No one wants me, so I should just kill myself. They wouldn't care anyway.

I finally made it, Jubilee Line.

POV (Wilbur Soot)

As I had Lunch out with Phil, I received a call.

"Hello, Wilbur speaking?"

The man on the phone sighs, "We've found your son, sir. I'm sorry but…"

My phone fell from my grasp, my mouth dropped in utter shock. Next thing I knew Phil was driving me to the hospital while I was hysterical.

There I was, in Tommy's hospital room. He wouldn't say a word to me or Phil. The room was completely silent. The damage Tommy suffered wasn't as bad as it could have been, but he'd still have to stay in the hospital for a while. As long as he's alive then all is well.

"I'm sorry for being such a problem. Just leave me alone so I can die in peace, please." Tommy speaks softly, almost in a whisper.

Phil fell onto his knees with clasped hands, "Tommy, please forgive me for how I was when we had first met. I may not know you too well, but I know Will, and he cares so much about you."

"If he does then he should be the one telling me, not you."

I laugh, "True true"

"I almost fucking died and you're joking around. Wow, didn't think you could get any worse. Asshole." Tommy hissed.

Damn, this was awkward.

POV (Tommy)

I hate Wilbur. Why would he try to get rid of me, then come back and act like nothing happened? Why does nobody want to be my dad? He just came here to make himself feel better about being a shit dad.

I grip my sheet, tearing up in anger, "You're fucking pathetic! You're no better than Jared since none of you want to even try to be a father figure for me! I'm sorry I'm too mentally unstable to be loved. I'm sorry I'm too much for you to handle."

Wilbur stares blankly, nods, and walks out of the room.

"REALLY?! YOU'RE RUNNING AGAIN, HUH?! I SEE HOW IT IS." I shout while tears escape my eyes.

Surely the rest of the hospital heard me, but I could care less. He just walked out on me like how everyone else did. It's all my fault. I should just die already so I no longer have to feel this pain.

"I'm sorry, mate. I'm sure he didn't-"

"Leave, Phil."

"Yeah, I should have expected that. See ya." Phil waved his hand politely as he left.

Maybe it's time to pay Sally and Jared a visit. They may suck, but at least they didn't pretend to be nice to put me into a false sense of security. I knew what to expect from them, abuse. It's time to escape this hell of a life I'm living.

The nurse walks in, "There's someone here to visit you, Tommy."

"My baby boy, I'm back."