Thomas had been abused by his father since his mother died 10 years ago. For the past 3 years he has lived on the street. That is until he was sleeping in his alley and heard something he probably shouldn't have.
When Jeremy found Thomas he instantl...
Looking down at the now unconscious boy I look at my brother's. "What do we do now?" I ask. They just looked at me like I lost my mind. It's probably because I always know what to say or do. I reach for the boy "well we can't just leave him here, a blizzard's rolling in." I look at them and pick him up, 'he is much lighter than I thought he'd be' I thought. I start walking back to the entrance of the alley.
How long has he stayed there? Did he consider that home? A thousand questions ran through my head. I walk down the street with my brother's in tow. We get to the car and Paul unlocks it. I lay him in the backseat, climbing in next to the kid, we take off back home. Alec was singing along to the radio, he's a good singer, just annoying. Soon enough we pulled up to the house.
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We had stopped the car for the butler to park. As we were getting out I called mother to meet us in the foyer, and bring father and the doc. We walked up to the door, kid in hand, and Jones(the butler) opened it for us to enter. Walking into the foyer they were there as requested. They stopped talking casually and asked multiple questions. "Who's that?" "Why do you have that child" "What's wrong with him". I passed him over to the doc to see what was wrong with him. He had multiple lacerations, bruises, a few old broken ribs, and scars all over his body. He was deathly skinny, like he hasn't ate in a few weeks.
~TIME SKIP~
It had been almost a week since we found the boy. Nobody was able to find any information about him. He's been resting in a spare bedroom. I was headed to check on him like every day before. I opened the door and new he was still alive by the fact the blankets have been kicked off. I walked over to see if he was awake, he wasn't sadly. His milky skin was beautiful in the morning light, and his white hair had sparkled like the sun itself. He was so beautiful I couldn't believe he was real. I reached out to touch his cheek, he flinched as I touched him. My eyes widened, he is awake, just faking it. I called out "I know your awake, stop pretending." His eyes opened slightly looking up at me. Dear god his eyes are angelic.
Tommy's POV:
After he found out I was awake, I slightly opened my eyes and didn't dare move. I was too scared to say anything, though I rarely did so I wouldn't get beat. Hopefully he won't be like dad, or even worse, take me back to dad. I waited to observe his next move. He was still looking down at me, when he suddenly looked confused. I didn't know why until he pointed it out. "Why are you shaking?" he asked me with a sound of worry in his voice. I was confused at first, then I noticed I am shaking. I looked away shyly making him sigh.
He turned and started heading towards one of 2 doors. He stopped and turned to me again. I stiffened at his gaze. "I'll bring some clothes and the doc for you" was all he said before walking out. I sat up looking around once again. I noticed that other door he didn't come out of. I slowly stood up, my knees shaking violently. I need food was all I thought as I looked down. I noticed I was in my boxers. 'Well at least they didn't see me fully naked'. I tried walking toward the door, finding it hard to do so. I finally shuffled over, and opened the door a little to peak through. It was a bathroom. It was bigger than the room I slept in. The shower looked like a space ship. I scuttled over to the toilet to do my business.
I flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands. I looked and the mirror shocked. I hadn't seen my reflection in a year or two. I tried not looking as best as I could, until now that is. I was horrified, I looked like a skeleton. It started getting hard to breathe. I was having a panic attack, great. I fell to the floor with a thud, not caring about the pain in my behind. Everything was spinning, I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. I tried crawling over to the toilet, but was too late as I puked what little I had in my stomach, all over the floor. I didn't notice I had an audience until I felt large arms wrap around me from behind. This scared me as I wasn't used to a comforting touch from someone else. I pushed whoever it was off of me and backed up. I hit something hard, I think the wall.
After puking my panic attack was calming down. I hate those, they come uninvited and do whatever they want. As my breathing slowed I looked up, there was the man from earlier watching me with wide eyes. I noticed another man standing beside his squatting form. I guess he was this "doc" person. I didn't really know what a doc was but they looked scary. I could see the mans lips moving to form words, but couldn't hear them. All I remember that happened next was that everything went black.
(Hi guys, it's like 10:30 at night. I sat for an hour not being able to think of anything. Then I suddenly got inspired. So here's this. Im gonna go work on the next chapter. Comment on anything, I'll look.)
