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𝐼𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

TW: cussing, fighting, talk of drinking & drinking to cope, attempted $@

Tommy's POV

I woke up to the sound of discord going off in my ears. I had my AirPods in, as I usually can only fall to sleep if I'm listening to music. Softer, quiet music, obviously. I tiredly sat up in my bed, taking out the AirPods. My head pounded, and my body ached. I didn't know why, until I remembered what I had done last night.

I had, yet again, stole some alcohol from Felix, my foster dad, and drank my problems away until I passed out. I know that's not a very healthy coping method, but I do what I have to do to cope.

I heard the chirps of a bird outside my window, pecking on the glass. The noise filled my ears and made me want to die.

"Shut up..." I groaned. It stopped. "Thank you." I said. The bird looked like it nodded, and then flew away.

I groggily got out of bed and stumbled into the hallway, to the bathroom.

"Look who's finally awake." I heard Rodrick say. I turned around to be met with his disgusting face. "What do you want?" I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Thought you'd sleep all day considering how much you drank." He said. I paused. "How do you..." I half-asked. "You forget that I'm the one who buys father's alcohol for him. I notice when some goes missing and he's not home."

"Just keep your mouth shut about it." I said. "I don't need Felix and Sheryl up my ass about it." "You should watch you language." Rodrick stated.

This whole family is rich and proper and traditional. The man works, the wife stays home to clean and cook, and the kid, Rodrick, doesn't have to do anything his whole life because they're so wealthy. Everything has to be perfect. No cussing, no 'homosexuality' as they say to be propper, nothing. That's why I hate it here. I can't be myself. I can't cuss, and I can't express how I support the LGBTQ+ community.

That's one of the many things that I don't like to hide from people, because I'm not ashamed or embarrassed that I support it, I just don't wanna be kicked out.

"I'll cuss if I want to, Rodrick." I said. "Now leave me alone. I have a hangover and I don't want to hear your annoying ass voice."

He scoffed, and I kept walking to the bathroom. I splashed cold water in my face, and it helped some. I sat in the floor with my back against the sink for a little while in silence to help my pounding head.

Then, there were loud knocks on the bathroom door.

"Will you hurry up in there?" It was Rodrick. "I have to get ready!" He said. I laughed. "Get ready for what? It's not like you have a job or anything." I said. "Excuse me?!" He sounded offended.

"Please, you're twenty and you still live with your parents, you've never had a job, and you probably don't even know how to write a check or count coins." I said.

"Ugh! This is why I hate you!" He yelled, storming away from the door. "And I hate you too." I whispered. After another few minutes, I left, and got ready to leave the house. I was about to leave when I heard Rodrick behind me.

"Where you going?" He asked. "Out." I replied, picking up my hoodie and spare house key without looking at him. "Are you gonna be passing the club?" He asked. "I guess?" "Stay safe. Don't make eye contact with any of them and keep a fast yet calm pace while passing." He said. "Ok...I will." I said, and left.

Why does he care so much? He hates me.

I passed the club with no problems. There was only one man and a woman outside, and I don't even think they saw me. They were too busy touching on each other. Gross. Get a room.