I give up. |Tommyinnit angst|

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-Tommyinnit-

I open Among Us and while I wait for it to load I set up my stream.

I title the stream 'Among Us With Wilbur and Tubbo'. I hit live and put on a fake bubbly personality even though I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

Dad was at the pub and he's probably gonna be there till the early morning, so at least I didn't have to worry about that dickhead for now.

"WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM BOYS!" I say as I watch everyone flood in. I join the discord call and loudly say. "HELLO?"
"hey, Tommy!" Wilbur says.
"HI WILBUR," I say loudly.
"oh hi, Tommy! The among us code is in the chat just make sure you put something over the code so it doesn't get leaked." Tubbo says in his usual chirpy tone.
"yeah, I know I'm not dumb!" I say and chuckle.
"ehhh..." Tubbo mumbles. Ouch.
"AYY! TOMMY!" I hear Big Q say while everyone else is having mini conversations with each other.
"AYYYY! BIG Q! MY MANNNN!" I hear him laugh a bit. I'm running around the lobby waiting for the game to start. Eventually everyone is in and we start the game.

-Time Skip-

Finally. I can just sleep and lay in bed. I completely disregard the hunger in my stomach. I rather just lay in bed. I'm far too lazy to get up and make something. I lay in bed and after a few minutes I get a call from Wilbur.

"Hello, Wil?" I say, I'm so tired that I can't even hide it.
"Hey Tommy!" Wil replies.
"Do you need anything?" I ask.
"no I ju-" Wilbur was cut off due to someone slamming the door on my side of the call.

Great. My dad is home.

"Sorry about that, Wil," I say while my finger plays with a gold strand of hair. I try to hurry things up so I can sleep and hopefully won't have to deal with my dad and the alcohol I presume he consumed all night.
"it's okay, anyway, you need to join vc5 later at maybe 9:00 pm so in like... 3 hours," Wil says in his soft voice.
"oh, alri-" I get cut off by my dad,
"TOMMY GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE" He says.
"great..." I mutter, he deffientley heard that since I wasn't on mute and he says something I couldn't quite catch before I threw my phone on my bed hanging up the phone and running downstairs. "Yes, father?" I say as politely as I can though I'm so tired I might have sounded annoyed cause my dad raises his hand and I flinch and then

*SMACK*

I honestly was used to it by now.

"Don't fucking 'yes, father me.' it's sir to you. You fucking disgrace."
"sorry sir."
"what do you need?" he raises his hand with a empty beer bottle and smashes it on my head.

(anyway)

father gets up, he pushes me to the floor.

Why am I so weak?

"pathetic," Father says. He then proceeds and punches me in the stomach leading me to gag. He repeaditly kicks me in the stomach. Eventually I throw up from the pain. But this made Father even more angry. "YOU FUCKING BRAT!" he takes my sweater off (NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY HE HAS A SHIRT UNDERNEATH GUYS...) , and wipes my vomit up with my sweater... disgusting... He grabs my arms and sees my bandages. "OH NOW YOUR FUCKING SLITTING YOUR WRIST HUH?" I'm gasping for air, from him punching me in the stomach so many times. I wince in pain from how hard he's grabbing my wrist, pressing up against my cuts. "fucking attention seeker."

Was I really attention seeking?

Was I being selfish?

he digs his nails into my arm causing it to bleed. He lets me go and slaps me one more time and walks off to the couch to pass out from how drunk he is. I quickly run to my room and get some more plasters and put them on the "cuts" my dad made from his finger nails. (bro has claws)

I walk to my room and flop on my bed. I sigh. Hopefully tomorrows not like this. But seriously... Everyday is like this.

(PAUSE BAHHA PLEASE MY GRAMMARLYS CALLING ME OUT AHAHAHA THEY REALLY SAID "if your struggling or in crisis please know that your not alone")

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