TW for this chapter: Mentioned weed, mentioned getting high, mentioned past fighting, mentioned past vomiting, mentioned past miscarriage, mentioned past death
"I'm right here Puffy." Tommy said as she continued to hug him.
"You fucking ran away again, you keep fucking doing that. You can't keep doing that Tommy." Puffy said without letting him go.
"I'm fine!" Tommy protested. Puffy pulled back and looked him up and down, noting the clothes.
"Well you're coming with me okay?" Puffy said and Tommy frowned, she was just gonna bring him back to the Watsons.
"I can't go back there." Tommy said and Puffy huffed, glancing over to look at Sam who was still standing in the doorway.
"We'll talk about this in the car." She said. Tommy huffed but reached down to grab both of the bags anyway. When Puffy saw his first backpack she looked sad, and upon seeing the second one she looked even sadder. "Thank you Sam."
"Of course, I wanted to make sure he was safe." Sam said and Puffy nodded. She began to walk out of the room but Sam stayed still for a moment. Tommy began to walk towards the door and Sam stuck out his hand slightly, causing Tommy to stop. "Tommy."
"Yeah?" Tommy asked and Sam inhaled slightly before speaking.
"I want you to take care of yourself, and I want you to be okay. I know you've been through a lot, but you're strong and it's going to be okay. Next time before you run off, please talk to someone." Sam said and Tommy nodded. It felt weird hearing this from Sam.
On one hand who was Sam other than the man who filed his adoption, on the other Sam was the one who took care of Liam. Was there even a term for your dead ex-foster brother's ex-foster dad? Probably not.
Tommy continued to walk out of the room, making his way downstairs with Sam behind him. Puffy had reached the door, Tommy right behind her. Before the door was opened however Tommy turned to Sam.
"Do you miss him sometimes?" Tommy asked and they all knew who he was talking about.
"He had signed adoption papers the day before he died. I miss the son who was never mine." Sam said softly. Tommy just nodded once more, before he followed Puffy out the front door.
They reached the car and climbed in, Tommy feeling some sort of weird déjà vu about sitting in the passenger seat with his backpack by his feet. It truly felt like he was just about to be shipped off to another foster home, and if Phil was mad enough at him then maybe he was.
Puffy didn't say anything as she backed out of Sam's driveway and down the road.
"I can't go back to the Watsons." Tommy said quietly after a bit.
"Why not?" Puffy asked. It was still raining, and for some reason the rain seemed louder inside the car, and the noise was already starting to give Tommy a headache. Or maybe because he threw up and didn't get any fluids in his system.
"Because I can't Puffy." Tommy said simply.
"Tommy you have to tell me a reason, you can't just say you can't. I don't even know what fully fucking happened, all I know is you and Tubbo were high, and you fought with Phil and then decided you had to leave. And before anyone could stop you, you ran. Then Sam called me and said he found you in the rain." Puffy explained.
"I told Phil he wasn't my dad Puffy. I can't go back there now." Tommy said and Puffy looked over at him.
"Okay so you said something while high that you obviously didn't mean. You can apologize to him, work on repairing your relationship with him and then everything will be fine." Puffy said as she looked back forward. Every rain drop falling on the car echoed in Tommy's head and it hurt.
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Fanfiction"Liam!" Tommy yelled, running forward out into the rain. He felt sick to his stomach and he felt like maybe he was dreaming, but Wilbur had just woken him up so he knew he wasn't dreaming. Techno stepped aside as Tommy ran up and hugged Liam tightly...
