What one can hide

Chapter four- Plans

Trigger Warnings- Abuse, cursing

Tommy woke up slowly the next morning, and much slower than he usually would. While it wasn't the worst beating he had gotten from his dad, it was definitely up there. He felt the ache in his ribs and he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He sat like that for a while, just staring at his wall as he slowly became more awake. He let out a yawn and stretched before quickly stopping. Damn, he thought, can't even fucking stretch with this bruise.

Slowly but surely, Tommy got himself out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He started off his day like he usually would, just taking a longer due to his injury. Once he locked that bathroom door, he turned that hot water on getting ready to take a shower, letting the bathroom fill up with steam. He took a minute to assess his injuries.

He wiped the fog off his mirror so he could see everything clearly. He saw the usual bruises on his arm from his dad forcing him around, those were nothing new, they were always there. He turned his face to the side and saw a mark on his cheek from his dad slapping him. This was going to be a little harder to hide, it wasn't super noticeable, but in the right lighting, it was definitely there.

Tommy didn't really have anything planned today though, so the visible bruises wouldn't be much of a problem. It was the one on his ribs he was worried about. He got kicked pretty bad, and usually it didn't hurt this much. He slowly lifted up his shirt, revealing a massive black and pruple bruise on his ribs, right where his fathers boot had landed so forcefully the night before. He let his hand press slightly on the bruise, quickly flinching at the touch.

Tommy looked at it a little while longer and figured it wasn't broken or anything, it was just going to hurt pretty bad for a few days. He groaned slightly as he got in the shower, He couldn't have just punched me in the arm or something, that would've been less of an inconvenience, Tommy thought as he let the scalding water of the shower run over his skin.

While in his shower, Tommys mind wandered and he thought a lot about his call last night with Wilbur. He was worried Wil would think differently of him now. He hadn't even told Wil the whole truth, but Tommy was still worried that somehow he would know and run, never talking to Tommy again. He knew he was being unrealistic, but while he was stuck in his head, it didn't seem like that outrageous of a situation. He stressed a lot about the call, wishing he could just read Wilburs mind.

Time skip :D

Tommy sat on his bed in a comfy sweatshirt and sweatpants, glad he was clean and out of the shower. He picked up his phone for the first time today and scrolled through his notifications. Nothing important really, just some things from twitter and discord that he missed when he crashed early last night. He noticed it was a Tuesday, he sighed in relief. His dad worked on Tuesdays.

With nothing better to do, Tommy sat in front of his computer and slipped his headphones on. He wasn't planning on talking to anyone, but he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea if anyone wanted to talk, he could use the distraction. He opened Spotify and started playing his playlist that always calmed him down. He had a lot of Cavetown on this playlist, they were his comfort band. He let his eyes close and the familiar sound of music flooded his brain.

After a while of his music just playing on shuffle, he opened his eyes and decided to see if anyone had messaged him on discord. He wasn't all surprised when he had seen a message from Dream asking if he just wanted to hang out for a little and play bedwars with him and WIlbur.

Tommy graciously typed back his reply: Only if I get a face reveal...

Tommy smiled at his reply, he knew Dream would also appreciate his joke. Quickly Dream started typing