SBI family AU

Part #18-Bad Memories

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-Creeper001

Techno had a love hate relationship with alcohol. He drank it because it allowed him to calm down and let his walls down, forget about the stresses of his life. He hated it because he always felt like his father, his real father. Phil was a great man, but they both knew that he was Dad and not Father.

Techno stared at the can sitting in front of him. He could only drink out of cans, actual beer bottles made him uneasy just holding. In fact, anything that sounded like glass shattering made him shutter. Phil had dropped a plate once and he'd completely shut down. Poor Phil had to sit there and calm him down for an hour.

He glanced at the bottles Wilbur had gotten him. Too familiar, he could almost hear the screaming from his father. Too familiar, He pictured the bottle flying past him and hitting the wall. Techno instinctively pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. Too Familiar, he swore he felt the glass cutting his skin, but there was nothing there.

Techno's eyes filled with tears as he lost himself in his repressed memories that suddenly came flooding back. He suddenly couldn't breath as he felt a hand wrapped around his neck. When he raised a hand to pull it away, he found nothing and air flooded back into his lungs. He coughed and was taking deep breaths when he heard his bedroom door open.

"Techno? I heard you coughing, are you alright?" He heard Dad call out, drawing him out of his mind completely. He rubbed his eyes and placed his feet on the floor as he turned, giving the older man a small smile, "Have you been crying? What's wrong?" Phil stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"I'm fine, Dad. I just, I choked on my own spit," Techno's voice was shaky and weak, a sound he despised. He looked to his hands, clenching them to try and stop them from shaking as well.

Phil placed a hand on Techno's shoulder but quickly pulled away when he flinched. "You've thought about him, haven't you?" Phil didn't need a response before he pulled Techno into a hug, the shaking figure melting into him, "He can't hurt you anymore. We won't let him."

Techno learned to hate bottles just a little bit less.