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Chapter 15

(TW)
(Self-harm,anxiety,flashbacks,abuse,alcohol/drugs,panic attacks,yelling)

tommy POV*

I stand there in shock of what I just said to him, after all he has done trying to help me and he still is all I just lost my shit with him, what's wrong with me, I can't believe I just said all of that, I didn't even mean to say any of it, it just sorta slipped out of my mouth, i didn't meant to say anything like that

"Tommy.. I-I didn't know, I-I-I'm sorry, I-" he started speaking until i cut him off  "NO WILL, DON'T, YOU KNOW WHAT WILL- I-I'm sorry I-I can't do this-"

I stopped myself from saying something I was gonna regret if I said it to will, I left the room as fast as I could, I heard will shouting for me as I left, I ran down the stairs into the kitchen and breaking down into sobs on the floor just like I had done many times before, I hated yelling at will like that but it left so good to shout at someone, I just wish it wasn't at will

*flashback*

I walked into the house because I had been at school all day, I could see empty bear cans and bottles all over the place, in the door way, living room, kitchen, upstairs, everywhere...

I could smell the alcohol coming from my dads breath from here as I saw him standing at the top of the stairs looking down at me, I felt my stomach drop and my heart jump up into my throat when I saw the sickening look on his face

"where where you Tommy? What took you so long to get home today?" his voice sounded like poison "I-I couldn't take my bike today because it got wet being out last night in the rain, so I had to walk" i could feel my whole body shaking "that's not my fault, you should've ran home then" he's right i should've "I- dad I'm sorry, it won't happen again"

My hart beated fast as he started to walk down the stairs, his fists clenched into a ball, with the look on his face still there, his farther was about half way down the stairs when Tommy decided to run into the kitchen to try and avoid getting hit by his farther, his dad was so drunk he was due to pass out at any moment, i just had to stay away from him until that happened

"Where do you thing you're going boy?" His farther snickered to him as he walked into the kitchen "are you running away from your problems? You're week, you're nothing, you deserved everything that is happened to you, you need to man up and take it"

Those word cut right thru me, i fell back into the corner of the room and started sobbing into my arms, he was right, I am weak, I'm nothing, no one cares for me, at least he told me the truth, my dad now standing over me laughing at me as I cried into my arms

He put his hand on my shoulder, he began shaking me violently while yelling my name at the top of him lungs, i was shaking frantically as he carried on yelling my name and shaking me

*end of flashback*

I came back to reality while will was shaking me and yelling my name, there was blood on the floor and my bandages had came off my arm, I must of done it subconsciously and reopened the cuts because they where bleeding even more then they where before, my breathing was speeding up with every passing second of me looking at all the blood poring out of my arm "give me your shirt Tommy!"

(IM NOT SEXUALISING HIM!)

I did as he asked and took my shirt off and gave it to him, how showing my extremely skinny body but I didn't want to think about that, taking off my shirt helped me cool down which helped me clam my breathing down, after about 5 minutes of will comforting me as best as he can my breathing goes back to normal