I give up. |Tommyinnit angst|

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no different tw's then the ones in desc :) <33 AT least i think tell me if im wrong!

song for this chapter : cigarettes out the window - TV girl

still Wilbur's pov :

"then what is it about." Tommy says, his head looking down to the floor.

"I think you know, your sleeve at the waterpark rolled up, and I saw something that looked like a cut?" I say wanting the answer.

"ohh haha... that... that erm- was uhm- It was just a paper cut!"

"I know you're lying."

"but- Im not!" he trys to defend him self.

Tommys pov :

SHIT he know.

no no no...

I start breathing fast but I hide it and try to calm down.

"Roll your sleeves up then."

wilburs pov :

I ask tommy to roll his sleeves up since he wont just tell the truth.

"tommy whether they were self made or not that was a shit excuse... they were way to deep to be paper." Tommy has never been a good liar, or maybe I can just see through his lies? But even so, Im not going to yell at him for it, I just want to support him, so if being persistent is the only way he will say anything, so be it.

Tommys pov :

not only wil he see the, scars , and new cuts , but he will see the bruises.

I cant show him. I try running out the door but he grabs my arm and I hiss in pain.

welp. fuck.

Wilburs pov :

"tommy. Just roll your sleeves up to confirm this."

"no. This is so stupid, wil please, just let me leave."

"your not leaving till you tell the truth so I can help." I say, he sighs.

"wil im sorry." he then rolls his sleeve up, showing scars, and new cuts, they were so deep to... And bruises?.. This isn't just self made... Theres no way a 17 yr old can do that by himself.

"dont apologize, just tell me why? "

"I dont know..." hes not telling me something.

"is there anything thats overwhelming you?" I ask. he starts sobbing and collapes in my arms.

"everything" that word coming from a 17 yr old who was like a little brother to me, was heart breaking... I start crying but wipe my tears trying to be strong for him.

"t-tommy- I know that most days or even everyday you can feel like shit or tired, but please if anything is bothering you, or you feel like cutting try coming to me, so I can help."

"Its not that e-easy!"

"wilbur just exsisting is exhausting, I-I just w-want to be free. free from h-him. I just.. want to be h-happy." he says whos is 'him' hes talking about?

"free from who?" I ask sternly.

"no one... I already said to much-"

"Just... Tell me when your ready, I wanna help!..."

we go down and eat, Tommy ate 1 piece, I mean at least its something?