§ Until Death Do We Part §

Chapter 8: NO! I Can't Handle This!

Pov. Tubbo ⚠️1,3,5,6,7,8,9,12⚠️

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A/n
I did not pre write any of this... I just wrote it in the moment...a Sorry if the book is bad...
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"THEY DID WHAT!?" father yelled, I flinched and made myself look as little as possible "How!?" Father turned to me aggressively. I looked up at him with a confused expression "How... What?" I asked causing him to smack me and grab me by the shoulders roughly pulling me towards him "HOW DO THEY KNOW ABOUT MY WIFE UNLESS... YOU SAID SOMETHING!" he pushed me into the wall before grabbing a beer bottle off the side table and hitting me repeatedly, he hit the bottle on the wall causing it to shatter before stabbing my hand "Ahh!" I screamed as the glass pierced my skin.

"You fucking Brat!" He dragged me into his room and shoved me into his closet locking it after "If I hear even a peep from you, I won't hesitate!" He shouted walking back to the living room to continue drinking. His room closet is small and cold. I could hear him laughing at the TV... He's mocking me, I swear.

I looked around at my small surrounding and spotted a metallic blade on the floor, I picked it up and examined it. It was a blade that had broken off of my old razor... How did it get here? I pulled up my sleeve and looked at my arm, pinkish lines littered all over my skin. I brought the blade close to my skin the metal cold and unforgiving.

Do it!

Cut yourself!

You know you deserve it...

Your pathetic!

A mistake!

I made a small cut on my arm... I am pathetic... I do deserve it. I just kept cutting and cutting, I dropped the blade I couldn't even see my arm anymore it was covered in blood. Fuck... I cut too deep. My arm was in so much pain, I wanted to cry... I just couldn't. Pathetic! I banged my head on the door. SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

I could hear my father in the distance, his feet scurried around... I-I can't stay awake...

Pov. ??? (This is new :D )

Mom's home... I got off my bed... The hell was that dream? I exited my room and sneaked downstairs and saw mom, she was drunk, of course. A shadow loomed over me, I freaked out and turned around "Ah- mhmm-" I screamed getting cut off as my brother put his hand on my mouth. "What are you doing? Were you the one making that noise?" He asked taking his hand off me "m-moms home..." I stated looking down.

"... No... Tommy your joking...? Please tell me you are!" Wilbur yelled I shook my head. "Wh- bleh who's their!?!?" Mom shouted from the living room "go back to your room." I whispered pushing Wilbur "but-" "no... She won't hurt me... I'm her favorite, remember?" I asked, Wilbur sighed and walked to his room.

I walked down the stairs... I can't believe I just lied to him... "It's j-just me mom." I stated looking away "oh... It's you." Mom hissed staring into my soul. "Mom why are you back?" I asked "I need money. I was gonna ask Phil... But he's not fucking here!" She shouted. "... You know... Fuck you! You were NEVER in my life unless you 'needed' something like money, alcohol, or some other dumb shit! So fuck off and go sleep with some guy who your going to use! Cause your a WHORE!" I shouted and began walking away until she grabbed me roughly by my arm and dragged me to her before pushing me down.

"You ungrateful BRAT!" She shouted and lifting her hand before hitting me "w-what... Mom y-you've never done t-that before." I whined holding my face "YOUR PATHETIC!!!" She yelled hitting me again and again shouting more words. "Now give momma some money or this... Situation will have to happen again."

I stood up and rushed to my room, I grabbed up all my savings from past birthdays, jobs, and even some from choirs. I ran back down stairs and handed it to her, she lifted her hand causing me to flinch but she didn't hit me. She ruffled my hair "good boy... Now don't tell anyone about this." And with that she left.

I walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, I had red hand prints all over my face.... What am I going to do!? Maybe it'll just go away? I don't know... I walked back upstairs and went to my room to sleep it off.

Pov. Tubbo's Father

I sat in the living room watching TV trying to distract myself from the unforgiving world. I began laughing at the TV, though I wasn't really paying attention. Soon I heard a bang from the closet.... I bet he needs to go to the bathroom... Fuck. I scurried over to my room and unlocked the closet for before opening it.

Once I opened it Tubbo fell at my feet, blood covering his left arm. A shiny metallic blade laid peacefully on the floor. I looked down at him... How drunk am I? I asked myself before picking him up and taking him into the living room setting him down on the couch. I went over to the kitchen and pulled out the med kit and tissues I brought the stuff into the living room.

I patched up Tubbo and brought him to his bed, he was still asleep and I was now sobber... I kissed his forehead "I'm sorry that you feel like your a burden... You would have been better off without me." I stated walking out of his room, I left the door cracked.

I went over to the couch and sat down continuing to watch some dumb romcom. I wish I died instead of my wife... And I'm pretty sure my son wishes he or I did. Maybe I should just leave? He'd probably be better off... Fuck I hate being sobber... I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. I chugged it down to ease my thoughts... I kept drinking one after another... You can never ease all your thoughts till your dead... But I don't wanna die... Not yet at least, I need to prove I can be a good father to my kid... Who am I kidding, I'll never be a good father... Why even try?

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A/N

Sorry that the chapter is so short... And sorry it's been taking so long to write... This story hasn't gotten very far... And I'm not sure if the storyline is good or if it even makes sense....

Sorry if it doesn't 😔 I'm trying my best. Or at least I think I am