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Nᴏᴡ Aʟʟ Tʜᴇ Mᴀʀᴋs Hᴀᴠᴇ Sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ Oɴ Mʏ Sᴋɪɴ

TW// cussing, blood, cuts, bullying & what happened in past chapters mentions, brief sh mention

Tommy's POV

It was very dark out by time I made it home. I quickly yet quietly went through the front door. In order to get Tommy room, I had to pass through the sitting room. In the sitting room, was dad, and Techno.

"Where could he be?" Dad asked nobody in particular. "We went to the school. They said he didn't show up to any of his classes after free period." He said, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. "Do- Do you think he went outside during free time and got kidnapped?" He asked.

I stepped into the room, the floor creaking. Everyone's heads shot my way.

"Uhm...hey...dad..." I said nervously, backing back up a bit.

"Tommy, where on earth have you been?!" Dad asked, standing up and walking over to me. I backed up a bit, not being able to tell if his time was angry or just worried. I looked at the floor, not wanting him to see my cut face, with my arms wrapped around myself.

"Tommy, do you have any idea how worried we all were? Where the hell were you?" He asked. "Sorry...I was...out." I replied. "Out? Out where? It's been dark out for almost an hour! You go off somewhere with friends and not bother to tell?" He asked. I shook my head. "I don't have any friends besides Tubbo and Ranboo, you know that." "Then where we're you?"

"I was...on a boat." I said. "What? Who's boat? You can't drive our ship!" Dad said. "Not ours. I don't know who's. It was just a really small boat and nobody was around so I...I went out for a bit."

"Tommy, did I not make myself clear when I said I didn't want you out there anymore?" He asked, now sounding more angry than worried. "Well I'm sorry that I went out and did the one thing that brings me joy in this disgusting life I'm living." I scoffed.

It was quiet for a moment.

"What are you talking about 'the one thing that brings you joy?' Why aren't you looking at me?" He asked. I bit my lip and aimed my head up.

His face dropped.

"What happened to your face? Did someone hurt you? Did you hurt yourself?" He asked. He reached and held my face in his hands. I pushed his hands away from me, backing up. "I don't really wanna talk about what happened." I said.

He then noticed the few days old cut on my arm that Daniel have also given me.

"Oh my god, Tommy, did- did you do that?" He asked, looking back up at my eyes with a sad and concerned expression. I looked at my arm and back at him. "No, I didn't. I didn't do what's on my face either. Or my stomach." I said.

He looked at the side of my stomach, seeing my blood stained, ripped shirt and the wound underneath.

"Who did this?! Was- Was it a stranger? Someone at school? Why haven't you told me?" He asked. I exhaled, walking past him. "It doesn't matter. Not like you or anyone can help." I rolled my eyes.

"Wilbur's a better listener than you anyways. He actually cares to listen." I mumbled.

"Who is Wilbur?" Techno asked. I stopped walking. I didn't mean to say that loud enough for anyone to hear. "Tommy, who is Wilbur? And what do you mean they're a better listener and actually cares? We care about you, Tommy."

"Wilbur is nobody. It doesn't matter." I said. "Tommy, who is he?" Dad asked. "Why do you wanna know?" I replied.

Dad tilted his head at me.

"Are you seeing a boy?" He asked. "What?! No! I'm not gay, dad. I support it, but I'm not part of it. Plus, he's an adult. I'm definitely not seeing him." I laughed. "Well if he's an adult you better not be!" Techno said. "I'm not. He's a friend."

It was quiet for a moment.

"I would still like to know who hurt you. And it's obviously not the first time. That other cut is older." Dad said. "Well you're not gonna know." I said.

"I'll get hurt even more if I tell..." I said quietly, though they still somehow heard me. "What? Tommy, is someone threatening you?" Dad asked. I stared at him silently, chewing on my lips. "Tommy, this is assault. You've gotta tell us who it is." Techno said.

I head tears in my eyes for some reason and I just wanted them to spill but I was afraid to show my emotions. It's not something I do much at all.

"Fine! You wanna know who he is? His name is Daniel! Daniel Henderson! We're in the same grade at school. You wanna know what else he's done? Huh? Because I've got plenty of stores from before I dropped out a few months ago! Like when I got knocked out cold in the bathroom for an hour. Or when he punched me so hard in the gut that I coughed up blood! Or maybe when he I got cornered in the locker room and laughed at when mum died! Yeah, kids make fun of you for family dying! That's a thing!" I said, a few tears running down my face.

"What? Toms, I knew you got bullied but I didn't know it was that bad..." Techno said. "Well it was...it is." I said.

"He...He makes fun of me because I'm skinny. He never calls me Tommy. He always calls me Bones. And yeah, that doesn't make me feel to good about myself." I said. "I get bullied for how pale I am. I get bullied for mum dying. I get bullied for being a pirate. I get bullied for Techno being strong enough to defend us, making him go to jail." I looked over at Techno. "Not saying it's your fault that I get bullied, though." He nodded slightly.

"Main point, I get bullied for fucking everything I do! I can't breathe without someone telling me I breath loud! What do they want me to do? Stop breathing? Actually, probably yeah! They'd be delighted if I died! They wouldn't care, they probably wouldn't even notice that I was gone." I said.

Silence.

I exhaled.

"This is why I was trying to get you not to make me go back. Because school, or, the people in school make me an angry, upset person." I said. I turned around.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go properly take care of my wounds instead of relying on that small amount of salt water that Wilbur was oh-so gracious enough to enlighten me with the knowledge that it can help."

I then walked away without another word. I went to the bathroom and grabbed some disinfectant wipes and some bandages and a large plaster, or, bandaid as some may call it.

I fixed myself up and left the bathroom, going to my bedroom. When I got in there, I went right to sleep.

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