Tommyinnit x Reader

Chapter 2

"Y/N, we are moving to the UK."

You freeze, unable to breathe for a moment. Anger fills your mind as you think of the possibility. You had lived in America your whole life! You didn't have many friends, but the ones you did have were the only thing that kept you sane at times. The anger quickly gets replaced with sadness when you realized you had no choice in the matter,

"When?"

It was the only thing you could stammer out.

"Tuesday."

Josh said it so matter-of-factly. The anger comes rushing back like a flood. It was already Sunday...

"What? Why? You can't just- you know what nevermind. Just tell me why."

"Sheryl got a job offer there, and we are moving in with her."

'Sheryl! That blonde-haired bimbo. You are a prick, you know that? You are taking everything from me! My life, my friends, my happiness, my mom!"

Tears threaten to come pouring out, but you won't let them. You were furious. You watch the expression on Josh's face change, and terror fills your mind. The last time his eyes had that glazed look, you saw him slap your mom.

Josh shoves you into your desk and grabs your wrist. His grip is unrelenting, and sure to leave bruises. With his other hand, he hits you. A wave of pain rushes to your left cheek.You get dizzy for a moment, but use your free hand to catch yourself on your desk. He lets go of your wrist and slams the door on his way out of your room. You crumple to the floor and bury your face in your hands. Tears stream down your face, the ting of pain fills your whole face, your wrist limp and sore. You couldn't move. You felt hopeless, and you were. There was nothing you could do but go with them. Live with the 2 people you hate most. Asick feeling fills your stomach, but you push it down. At this point you are numb. You have nothing else to do, but get some of your stuff ready to pack. You decide not to tell any of your friends. It will be easier without having to say goodbye. It might be selfish, but you didn't care.

After about an hour of folding clothes and getting some of your wall decor down, you call it a night. You are definitely skipping school tomorrow, so you will have plenty of time. As you get in bed and close your eyes, the same scene fills your head. The look in his eyes, his grip on your wrist, his hand forcefully smacking against your skin. You bring your hand up to your cheek and brush against it. You wince. It really hurts.

You are exhausted. You unknowingly drift to sleep, the same images flashing into your memory. Needless to say, your dreams were definitely nightmares that night.

*Flashback/Dream*

"But daddy, what about our lego set?"

"I'll be back in a few hours, I promise."

You notice the guilt in his eyes, even if you try to ignore it. It was your 4th birthday, and mom and dad were yelling a lot. You didn't know why, but you would.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

Her voice breaks as you turn to look at her, tears forming in both of your eyes. Dad had business trips all the time, why was this one different?

"Where is daddy going?"

Your mom breaks down. She sobs as she holds you, as if she will never let go. And she wouldn't, until the choice was no longer hers. She wipes her tears and turns you to face her.

"Dad is going to see family for a while, okay? He might live with them for a bit."

*Flashback/Dream Over*