You left me behind, because I wasn't good enough.

Chapter One

Hello everyone! It's been two years since my last book LMAOOO
I am a swimmer and I had this idea while swimming and its too good of a story to pass off.
I am going to post this on AO3 once its fully done as either a one shot or a 2-3 chapter book depending how long it is but I will be posting the chapters here whenever I am done w a chapter!

THERE IS SOME TRIGGERING STUFF LIKE CHILD ABUSE, CHILD NEGLECT, ALCOHOLIC PARENTS AND ALCOHOLISM
please be safe !

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Tommy Innit came from a shitty family. Talk to anyone in his small town and they can tell you that. He lives with his mom, and dad, who are complete assholes. They drink until they end up screaming at him, or eachother, then promptly pass out. Some nights are worse than others. They haven't done anything too bad before, but he won't lie and say he hasn't shown up to school with a few cuts and bruises that weren't there before.

It used to not be as bad, however that was before Will left. Wilbur Innit was 18 when he left. Tommy was eleven. He moved across the country to London to get away from "everyone and everything in that shitty little town".

Wilbur made a small name for himself out in London. From what he heard he even moved to the seaside in Brighton. He is apparently a smaller indie artist who can sell out medium sized venues. He is known to everyone as 'Wilbur Soot'.

When Tommy was younger, he thought nothing more of his brother than the best person in the world. He was so much older than him, and so much cooler, and seemed to have endless stories about all his adventures with his friends. Will would be the one to come to Tommy's little league games, or piano recitals. Will would be the one to patch Tommy's cuts, and make sure he would go to school with somewhat clean clothes. He loved Tommy.

Tommy doesn't care to think about his older brother anymore tho. He left five years ago. The last time they spoke was somewhere from 1-2 years ago. Tommy doesn't care about Wilbur Soot at all.

This was all until a cold night in february.

Tommy can remember the night so clearly. It was really late. Tommy was passed out on his bed, due to it being a school night. He woke up from banging from his front door that seemed to not stop. He thought it would go away, maybe someone was selling cookies? But it didn't stop. The thing that got him out of bed were the flashing blue and red illuminating his room.

He slowly walked downstairs, putting on a small jacket. This wasn't anything new. A few times his parents would have to be escorted home by police officers because they got so wasted at the local pub. Somehow each time forgetting the key, resulting in them banging on the front door at hellish hours in the night. One of those nights was one of the really bad episodes.

"Do you think of us as fuckin' drunks? You humiliated me and your Mother!"

Tommy didn't say anything.

"Look at me when I speak to you" HIs father said while grabbing the boys face

"I am sorry dad."

"'This is typical behavior?!' When do we ever go out and have fun? I'm always working providing for your fatass, and your mother takes care of you. Are you mentally stunted? I know you look like it but you don't have to act that way. You are such a brat, we raise you with all we got and you still get no fucks for it."

"No sir." Tommy looked at the floor, and mumbled.

"Speak up to me like a man."

"NO SIR!" Tommy yelled.

"Alright smart ass, you wanna yell in MY face? I'll show you what 'typical' behavior is. You think of us as such bums then I'll give you what my daddy gave me."

Tommy was so sore the next day he had to go to the nurse and lay down.

Tommy goes to open the door and for once, his stumbling parents aren't on the other side of the door. What stood were two officers, a man and a woman.

The man spoke, "Are you Thomas Innit?"

"Yes?"

"Son, can we come inside?"

"Um, yeah sure I guess. Sorry for the mess." He walks them to the living room and they ask for him to sit on the couch. A million things running through his mind.

"Thomas-"

"Tommy is fine."

"Tommy, I am sorry to say but at 10:20 tonight your parents got into a car wreck. They were both pronounced dead at the scene. They crashed into a telephone pole, while having a blood alcohol level..."

He wasn't even listening anymore. His ears rang, his head was empty but so clogged. He was beyond tired. He had wanted out from them for so long, but was this really the way it was going to happen?

"ommy? Tommy!"

"Oh, sorry."

"That's alright. Do you have a relative you can stay with?"

Somehow it always comes back to Wilbur. His parents just died and all he can think about is the pretentious music bitch boy. Part of him wants to say no, but part of him really wants to say yes.

"Uh yeah, my brother. He lives in Brighton tho."

That's how for the first time in years, he was ringing his brother at 1:39 in the morning. He knew Wilbur would be awake. He was always a night owl, and when Will did call, it was always past 11 o'clock.

On the fifth ring he finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Will."

"Who is this?" Ouch. He didn't even have his number saved anymore.

"It's Tommy."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, hey Tommy. Sorry I got a new phone and you know-"

"Mom and dad are dead."

The officers turn to him with shocked eyes. That was blunt.

"Oh."

That it? Oh? That's all the man who can never shut up can say? The man is perfect with words? Just 'oh'. What a douche.

"I'm a minor and I need somewhere to live. Can I stay with you?"

There's a beat. "Yeah! Yeah sure! Of course! Are you okay? When did it happen? How did it happen?"

"Okay. Can you text me your address? I will come by train tomorrow."

"Do you want me to come pick you up? I mean I have a car?"

"No."

The rest of the conversation went the same way. They talked about what time it would happen and then Tommy said goodbye.

The officers let Tommy stay the night at the house, not that he slept a wink. He spent the night staring at the 'family photo' in his room. God he just wants to feel something towards his parents. Sadness, anger, happiness, but he just feels empty. He feels much more about his brother, and how the conversation went, and what it's gonna be like by the ocean and living with a semi famous person.

At 3:00am he packs his belongings into a suitcase, along with a duffle bag and backpack, for a trip at 12:00pm. It's going to be a long night.
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YAYY first chapter ! I hope you guys like it! I will be posting the second one soon! If you guys want anything to happen in the story lemme know, and also I've gotten a lot better at writing so if it's something that you guys would want I would so write another SBI one shot book :)