Just Give In

Chapter 41:

Tommy's P.O.V.

I really wish I had never woken up. The moment my mind came back, there was static in my ears, and my head began pounding relentlessly. My whole body ached, and I felt like I had climbed up and down a mountain with no breaks, three different times. In short: I felt fucking horrible.

Groaning, I shifted my head just a little, and felt something move beside me. I tensed up, not daring to open my eyes. I really didn't want to know what I was sleeping next to now. The static started to die down, and thoughts started to go through my head again. That's when I finally registered the hand that was threading through my hair, gently untangling the fluffy mess on top of my head.

Slowly opening my eyes, my sight was flooded with bright light. I tightly closed them yet again, a small whimper escaping my mouth. The hand suddenly stopped, and I felt it move from my head to my back, softly rubbing it. Soon enough, I opened my eyes once more, and didn't close them this time.

As my eyes adjusted, I was able to see where I was. Light grey walls, white trim, large bed with black curtains and a blue comforter- oh god. I... I was back in that room. I was back in that house. With Phil and Wilbur and Techno. 

I sighed, and looked over to see what was next to me, and was surprised to find two bright silver eyes staring right into mine. I froze, not breaking eye contact with them. As my mind came back even more, I registered the fluffy brown mop on top of his head, the soft smile that spread across his face when he saw I was awake. His soft, black sweater that was pressed against my arms, the strange heat that radiated off of him.

I groaned, and collapsed back into the pillows, too tired to push him away. That was the only reason he was still here. It wasn't because I actually enjoyed his company, or I just wanted the comfort he was providing. Why the fuck would you ever think that?

"'Morning Toms!" Wil said, his voice quite soft compared to his usual one. I grunted in response, letting my eyes close again. I heard him quietly chuckled at my reaction, and felt his hand started to gently thread through my hair.

I felt my entire body started to relax as his hand brushed through my hair, and a content sigh left my mouth without me realizing it. I shifted slightly, and wearily curled towards him, stuffing my face into his chest. I felt his arm wrap around me, but couldn't find it in me to care.

My mind slowly fogged up once again, yet I didn't fight it. I didn't want to feel the aches and pain that were washing over me everyone few seconds. I heard Wilbur murmur something in my ear, yet I couldn't understand what it was. My eyes fell closed, and I welcomed the comforting darkness that sleep carried.

Wilbur's P.O.V.

I watched as Tommy fell back asleep, his eyes falling shut and his mouth opening slightly, soft breaths blowing past his lips. I frowned sadly towards him, knowing that he was probably exhausted and ached all over. I've never gone feral once in my 17000 years as a vampire, though I have come close.

My family had always been there when I've gone close to feral, they've always been there to keep me sane. But Tommy didn't have that.... In fact, his so called 'family' drove him into becoming feral, and that guilt was stuck with me.

We drove him away, we made him fight to stay alive. Only we are to blame.

I slowly got up, tears filling my eyes as my thoughts continued to race through my head, different scenarios running through my mind. What if we hadn't gotten there when we did? What happened if we had found him before he was dragged to the king's palace?

I walked out of his room, slowly dragging my feet down the hall towards the stairs. I really needed to see Phil right now. 

Climbing down all two flights, I heard soft whispers coming from the kitchen. I dragged my feet around the corner, feeling my tears slowly dropping down my cheeks and reddening my face. I didn't care though.

I stepped into the kitchen, and the voices abruptly stopped talking. I heard fast footsteps coming towards me, and soon enough, the comforting feathers of my adoptive father surrounded me, his arms bringing me close to his chest.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, and let everything go. The guilt that was flooding within, the pain that was stabbing my entire being, I let it all out. I rarely ever cried like this, but seeing my little brother like that, knowing that it was my fault...

...it did something to me.

I felt the wings shift slightly, and another set of arms wrapped around my shoulders. I glanced up, and through my tears, I could faintly make out the pink blob as my brother. I wrapped an arm around him as well, and we all stood there, just reveling in each other's grasps.

I could feel the tears that were leaking onto my head that rested against my father's chest. I could feel the trembles that wracked through Techno's body as he hugged me tighter. I could hear both of their choked sobs as they tried to keep it together, for Tommy's sake.

Oh Tommy....

I looked up, resting my head between Techno's and Phil's shoulders, them doing the same on mine. I managed to calm my breathing down quite a bit, though the tears never ceased their flow.

As the small drops of water raced down my face, a warmth spread throughout my back. I couldn't really put the feeling in words, but it made me feel... I made me feel complete. Almost like I wouldn't need anything else in my life. But it also gave me the feeling that something else was going to come up. Something that all of us were going to need to be prepared for.

It felt like something was pushing through a barrier in the back of my mind, but also in my mind. Almost as if something was wanting release after years of being hidden, though I couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was. 

I closed my eyes, letting the feeling grow, and a smile crept its way on my face. I knew that from that moment on, everything would be alright. We got Tommy back, our family was now complete. 

Everything was going to be just fine...

...at least, I hope so.

1202 words

GOD THAT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE, WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!

Also, this story is at 81k reads, thank you all for that. I am silently freaking out, because this is pretty close to 100k reads, which means that this book, SOMETHING THAT I WROTE, would be considered POPULAR!

Anyways

Any suggestions for a 100k special?? I'm good with anything :P

Also, sorry if this chapter sucked. I kinda didn't know what to do, so this is basically a filler. Anywho, have a good time everyone! Make sure to eat something today, yall amazing people deserve 5 course meals *chef's kiss*

-Zia