Tommy's POV
4 days. 4 days in this place. Around 2 days when he got the rules. Tommy hated the rules. Scolded multiple times for being mean to his 'family'. Tommy was just trying to work on the window lock before dinner. He quickly stopped when footsteps came closer.
"Tommy! Dinner!" Wilbur says with glee as he grabs my arm.
I sit down at the dinner table and get greeted with steak, peas, and utensils. I quickly move the utensils aside and grab the steak with my hands to eat it. I see Phil stand up, but I don't think much of it. I come to a quick stop as I feel my face sting. Phil slapped me.
"Tommy. You need to use your manners!" I roll my eyes, "Don't roll your eyes at me!" Phil yells as he slaps me again, "Use the fork and knife to cut it!"
"What is that?" Phil turns from pissed to caring like he didn't fucking hit me a few seconds ago.
"This is a fork," He explains, handing me a utensil with weird pointy things on it, "This is a knife," This time he hands me a thing that I have seen some people use to kill in the alley. He proceeds to holds my wrists and guide them, so the steak breaks apart. "That's what you need to be doing. And use the third utensil I gave you for the peas," I roll my eyes again.
"Tommy Watson! Stop rolling your eyes at me!"
"Whatever prick. I am not even a part of this shitshow of a family!" I scoff. Phil takes my plate, "Hey-"
"You're done eating Tommy! You broke 3 rules in the span of ten minutes!" I know I'm not getting my food back. Might as well piss them off more.
"Oh those stupid rules," I grin, "You guys have been alive for thousands of years and you still make shit rules."
"Tommy," Phil warns as he gives me his red-eyed stare.
"What ya old bitch?" I smirk while rolling my eyes again.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
"Make me." I grin. I already know that they won't kill me.
"Wilbur take him up to his room and teach him a lesson," Phil orders.
Wilbur grabs my wrist so tight it cuts off circulation. He throws me into my room. My eyes widen as I see a fist hurl towards me.
BAM!
I wake up. 2:23 am. I stare at all the bruises on my body. I guess I found out that they're serious about these rules. More reasons to get out of here. I feel like I was too harsh of Phil though... NO TOMMY. You can't feel bad for these bloodsuckers. I am sore all over now because they fucking beat me up. I can't feel bad for them! Not to mention my eye was hard to see through. I rush to the bathroom to see my eye all puffy and swollen. That fucker gave me a black eye. I sigh as I go back to the window lock to work on it. There's no point in falling asleep since I received my sleep via being fucking knocked out on the hardwood floor.
Maybe I deserve it though.
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Sorry for the short chapter. I hope you enjoyed! Have a great day!
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