15: 𝔇𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔭...

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3rd POV

A few minutes later...

Timmy was shoved to the wall, "You're no fun today.." Vicky says as she takes a step over Timmy. Timmy didn't bother getting up, he just wanted it to be over. She walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge to grab a snack. She came back and leaned against the wall, watching Timmy contently. "You're not gonna get up twerp?" She asks as she takes a sip from her juice box. Timmy didn't bother moving at all, he just lay there trying to not let the pain get to him.

Suddenly there was the sound of an engine creeping into the house. "Oh, must be Mr and Mrs Turner! They're back early, oh well." Vicky grins as she walks over to the front door, once again stepping over Timmy. But she paused, she squats down and grabs Timmy by the hair and jerks him up to face her. "You know what to do." She says in her wicked tone and let's go, letting Timmy fall back onto the cold floor.

The front door unlocks and a roar of laughter sweeps into the house. Mr and Mrs Turner were laughing about something particular that happened on their date. Mrs Turner looks over at Vicky who was already standing near the front door, "Hello Vicky, how was-OH!" she screamed as she was jostled to the side by Timmy. Timmy booked it out of the front door and sprinted into the dark streets. "Timmy Tiberius Turner! Don't you push your mother around like that!" Mr Turner yelled after him, his hands on his hips as he watched Timmy run around the corner and out of sight.

"Huh, teenagers. Am I right?" The young adult says before walking out of the front door too, "Goodnight Mr and Mrs Turner. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back!" Vicky adds before returning to her home. Mr Turner pats Mrs Turner on her back before entering the house and locking the door.

Timmy POV

I ran through the streets until I finally arrived at Dimmsdale Park. I slowed down my pace as I entered past the gates and into the dimly lit park. I stopped finally to catch my breath. I tried to balance myself as I stood with my hands on my knees, trying to breathe in and out. Then I heard a poof and there was Cozmo and Wanda right in front of me. "Sport, are you alright?!" Wanda started as she flew over to me to check my injuries. I flinched and took a step back, not allowing her to touch me or even come near me. "I'm good" I replied, a little too coldly. I knew Wanda had a look of worrisome when I responded to her like that.

"Don't worry Sport, we can fix this. Just make a wish and.." that's when I stopped listening. Fix this...? Why didn't you prevent this..?

"Why didn't you help me?" I asked, interrupting whatever Wanda was talking about. "What?" Wanda blurts out in confusion, not understanding my sudden question. "Why didn't you help me??" My voice became more desperate as I repeated my question. Desperate for an answer from my two fairy godparents. They exchanged a glance and faced back to me, "Sport..we wanted to help but we can't-" "Can't use your magic because I didn't wish for it, right?" I snarled, glaring at the two of them as I said it. Wanda had a look of guilt, "Sport we-" "I get it. I'm gonna take a walk, I'll see you guys later.." I say as I walk deeper into the park.

I felt a slight breeze as I met with Cozmo floating in front of me. "Timmy..don't you want us to get rid of your wounds?.." he asked genuinely concerned for me. I didn't make eye contact and just walked around him, "no" I replied.

I can feel their gaze on me, but I ignored it. I walked towards a pond surrounded by some old trees as I walked deeper into the park. I've never realised how big the park is. I heard the crickets and frogs singing as I walked nearer to the pond. It was pretty looking I would say. It was one of those trees with dangling vines over it. It's like that tree in Cinderella where she cried under after her stepsisters ruined her dress... how do I know this? I have no fucking clue. I can't believe I'm referencing Cinderella right now. Does that mean I'm Cinderella??... I hate intrusive thoughts.

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