𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

†shit♪

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Tommy stood dazed, his hand placed over the stinging soon to be red slap mark. He felt tears threaten his eyes, he attempted blink them back but failed with a singular tear sliding down his left cheek.

His mother's breath was heavy as his was shaky. Her eyes were wide, and her lips sat agap. This has never happened before. Over the years of his life, tommy has always been threatened by his mother. But she had never dare lay a finger on him. Why now?

"I-" his breath hitched. "I- I sent y-you a text.." tommy managed, his voice wobbly as he tried not to sound so weak. The brit swallowed, not daring to look at his mum in the eyes as more tears laid in his eyes.

She stood silent. "you.." she started quietly. she seemed wordless. Surely she wouldn't be so mad over something this small?

Tommy blinked and turned his gaze to his mum after staring at the ground by her feet. His hand fell to his side. They stood in tense silence other than the breathing of one another.

"i dont want to look at you."

Tommy's lips parted slightly, and his mum stormed into another room.

Tommy couldn't move for what felt like days as he stared down the hall blankly. He sighed, feeling a bitter taste fill his mouth. He didn't know what else to do so he went into his room, that really being his only option.

Before he went into his room he went in his bathroom and looked down at himself with a sudden realization hitting him. "damnit." he breathed. "I forgot my fucking clothes." he could see himself in the t-shirt Wilbur had given him. it kinda fits.

He also saw a small mark of light red where his mum had slapped him. Tom rubbed his hand softly over it and winched. Shit, was he that sensitive?

Tommy shrugged it off. It didn't really effect him nor phase him, so he just put his phone up and hopped on minecraft for a bit.

Wilbur opened the dryer and pulled out his and tommy's clothes. wait- tommy's clothes?

Wilbur chuckled. "how'd he forget his own clothes?"

he sat them on the counter behind him and took his clothes back to his room.

The brunette lets out a breath after he hung them up. he grabs his phone and tossed it on his bed.

Wilbur grabs another set of clothes and sits them on his bed.

He turns the water on from his shower after walking inside and steam soon starts filling the room. He steps inside and feels the hot water sooth his skin. Wilbur leans his head back, his hair soaking as the water hits the brown mess atop his head.

He finishes about 15-20 minutes later and grabs the towel and ruffles his hair with it. He wraps the towel around his waist and goes into his room after drying off a bit more and gets dressed.

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Wilbur glances down at the time and saw it was 5. The brunette rubs his eyes and groans into his hands as he leans back in his chair. He lets out a sigh that faded into a laugh.

"Sheesh," he sighs. "wait- damnit tommy!" he curses, realizing he literally just said "sheesh."

Wilbur stands up and pushes his chair back in after closing his journal. he walks back to his bed and gets situated comfortably.

Wil grabs his laptop and sits it on his lap and goes into a discord tab. he scrolls to tommys name and types,

"oh my god i just fucking said 'sheesh'. what have you done to me?😟 (/lh)".