fix me- Tommyinnit

6: I Guess I'll Just Stick To It.

Tommy

The stupid project is shitty. I don't fucking need it.

I'm very unsure about making friends. Will they leave me? Do they feel forced to be my friends?

Do they like me? And I a pain in the ass to them? Should I just-

FUCKING SHIT I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A RAIN COMING. Well, I guess I should've taken an umbrella. The rain was now fucking dangerous. I wasn't even close to my area. I'll get soaked.

Jack (Tommy's dad)

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I get home in the morning and see the stupid kid that I have. Can't that idiot be more smart? Or at least be nice and kind.

I go and see if sarah is home but seems like she's not. She was supposed to be home by now.

I go in my son's room to check if he's still home.

What the fuck is he doing home? I don't work my ass off for him to stay home all day.

"You go to school in this second, you fucking moron."
"yes sir"
"why are you crying, huh? Where's your mother"

"she.. She left"
"she did what?"
"left.."
"go to fucking school and stop crying." but he was just staring at me. Who does he think he is.

"FUCKING GO TO SCHOOL"
"I.. I can't, I'm sick" sick? How is that my problem.

"I don't give a single fuck. You go to school or I'll beat your ass until you don't know who the fuck you are"
"y-yes sir" he runs into the bathroom and I go downstairs. After ten minutes he was still not fucking done.

What is wrong with this kid? What did me and his mother do wrong, huh? We raised him well.

"how are you not ready yet?"
"well maybe because someone decided to beat the shit out of me. Fuck off and let me fix my face. You don't want to get into jail, do you?"

"you don't talk back to me, useless child"
"It's called conversation. Now leave. Next time knock" I get out of the room trying not to do anything to him this time.

This kid thinks he can do whatever he wants, but not in this household.

I go into the kitchen and start eating. After some time I hear the door open and then close.

Maybe sarah is in the bedroom.
I go into the bedroom and on the bed I see a piece of paper.

𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔧𝔞𝔠𝔨,

ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔬 ℑ'𝔪 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤. ℑ 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢,𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔟𝔢𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔪. ℌ𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔨𝔦𝔡.
ℑ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔰𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤. ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢.

-𝔰𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔥

What the actual fuck. She left me with this fucking annoying and idiotic kid? After all he had done?

It's all his fucking fault and he will pay.

Tommy.

I kept walking in the rain. I couldn't run. It was too hard. It all hurt. I can't. I finally got home and as soon as I opened the door father was in front of me.

Tw: abuse, hits, very bad injuries, neglecting, Offenses, blood.

He looked very mad. I think I know why.
"what is wrong with you? It's all your fault! You made her leave."
"but she-"
"DON'T FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME YOU STUPID IDIOTIC CHILD."
He didn't mean this. Calm down.
He didn't mean it.
He didn't mean it.
He didn't mean it.
He didn't.. Of course he did.
Of course he fucking did.
He hates me. What did I fucking expect.

I'm just staring at his eyes while he's coming closer and closer. All the memories I can remember is him being a total dick to me and destroying my life. I already know he hates me. What am I waiting for? He's going to do it.

"you made her leave. Now you will pay."
"okay. I'm waiting for it"
"aren't you scared?"
"I am. But does it matters? You'll do it anyway."
"yeah that's right. And wanna know why?"

"yes. Yes I honestly do. You've been doing this for the last 12 years."
"because you don't matter to me. You destroyed my life. You need to die. And if you don't die soon I'll kill you myself."

He was getting closer and closer and closer. What was he waiting for? I got my answer. Nothing. He started hitting me. As hard as he could. I dropped to the floor begging him to stop.

"oh you want me to stop? Too bad because guess what. I fucking won't because you deserve it. You don't deserve anything else than this. You deserve it. So keep crying because I don't give a single fuck about you. You could die for all I care"

And he kept hitting and hitting.

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Morning.

I wake up. My hand hurts. Very bad. It's swollen and I can't move it. Hopefully there's nothing wrong with it. Maybe it just got a little hurt.

I should go to school now.

Little time skip.

I get to school where phil is of course waiting for me.

"hi Tommy, how are you doing"
"good"
"wanna go to class?"
"yeah" and we just went into the project room.

"do you want help with your math homework tommy? You're staring at it for the past hour"
"yeah"
"alright, so you need to write {[234x4^3(34x58)]}"

But I wasn't writing.
"tommy you have to write" I was just staring. I couldn't move my fingers. How does he excepts me to do that.

"hey, are you okay tommy? Can you hear me?"
"I'm fine, it's just.."
"show me ur right hand" I raise my right hand. It was pale and swollen.

"holy shit, what happened?"
"I uh.. I fell"
"Toms your hand is fucking broken. I have to tell a teacher"
"tubbo you can't-" but this bitch already went next to phil.

"what's up toby?"
"mr phil? Tommy's hand is very damaged.. Can you help him please?"
"sure let's go see what's the problem" I saw phil and tubbo coming towards me.

"can you show me your arm, tommy?" but I didn't want to so I just shook my head.
"please?"
"come on tommy, please. It's not healthy"
"fine.." I showed him my hand and his eyes went wide open.

"Tommy I'm taking you to the hospital, right now."

Well shit.

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