Credits go to the artist above for the beautiful art!
TWS: Abuse, hints towards ed, disassociation???, drinking, alcohol abuse, car wreck, death,
(if I missed any, please let me know!)
Tommy was sitting on a really uncomfortable wooden deck swing, waiting for his social worker to come and pick him up for the fourth time this month. There were a few police cars parked in the front yard, someone had called the police. They must've heard my screaming.
He was shaking all over still and his breathing was still slightly ragged, there were clear tear tracks on his face. He was suddenly reliving the terrible morning he has had so far.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tommy had awoken to a loud slamming door, he sat up swiftly causing him to get slightly dizzy at first.
He scooted to the side of the bed and dangled his legs over the side of his bed for a minute before standing up and waking over to his mirror like he always did every morning, it was habit at this point. He instantly began spotting every little thing he didn't like about himself.
His hair was too short for starters, it had been cut badly by his current foster parent. It was a punishment for asking if he could have a glass of water. He was thirsty, he hadn't had a drink at all that day.
He hated how fat he looked, he always looked fat, when in reality he was skinny for his age, when he took his shirt off you could see his ribs and on his hand, you could clearly see his knuckles.
His eyes were dark and sunken in, You could tell he was tired, not just from his eyes but from his horrid eye bags.
He didn't sleep well, or often. The three-hour sleep he had just been awoken from was his first in nearly three days.
He looked away from the tall wall mirror and walked over to his bedroom door, he reached for the handle and hesitantly twisted it, and opened the door.
He slipped out into the semi-dark hallway and as quietly as possible closed his bedroom door and began creeping down the hallway. He stood near the stairs before carefully and quietly stalking down them. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Tommy thought.
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs he started heading towards the kitchen to get a drink, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw his foster father standing near the counter with a beer in hand.
He started to back away, hoping the horrid man wouldn't notice him but it was clearly too late when he turned to look at Tommy.
"Good morning, Thomas." his foster parent spoke bitterly. "Good on you to be up, I need you to do me a favor kiddo." As he spoke, he took a few wobbly steps toward Tommy until he was right in front of him, staring down at him.
Tommy was too scared to back away any farther, if he did, who knows what his father would do if he tried. So, he just stood there, there were hundreds of thousands of thoughts screaming in his mind, the voices that made him feel insane going wild.
He is going to kill you
He is going to hurt you
You deserve this
It's good character development.
It'll make you into a better person.
You'll realize this was all for the greater good when you are older.
Tommy was smacked out of his thoughts, quite literally, his cheek stung, really bad, he was sure if he would look into a mirror, it would be beet red. He looked up at his foster parent only to be smacked again.
YOU ARE READING
Distance Till Home ~ SBI Adoption AU
Fanfiction"I want to give you a home, Tommy. A place where you can feel loved and accepted for who you are. I want to be there for you through thick and thin , and help you become the person you want to be," Phil said, his eyes showing nothing but sincerity a...
