3-12-21 | 3420 words
Tw// self harm
Bby :)
if you come over i'll give you head
Its like 1am
is that a no 🤩🤨 ⁉️
I have little time to consider my lovers offer as my face is bathed in a harsh light, the hallway light is on and my door was unceremoniously shoved open. I assume its Dave telling me to drink water or something (which hes been seeming to do alot less recenting, however... I digress.) Its my dad.
He stands there for a few moments, his expression blank. Hes thinking, I meet his eyes steadily - I assume less than friendily.
His gaze darts away after what feels like an hour. He removes himself from leaning against the door frame and he walks over to my bedside, plopping himself uninvited at the edge.
"Hey, champ." He mutters, his gaze low.
When I don't respond he sighs "How are you, Wilbur?" He smiles at me, his gaze is so soft. So fucking soft. Who does he think he is?
I'm sure at some point I loved my dad, Before mom died (and we were a normal family) he was really happily and bubbly. He's, I believe, too tired to try anymore.
Doesn't give him the right to be an asshole, though. I hug myself.
"I'm okay." Dad usually ignores me (unless I'm threatening to kill myself or calling his dead wife a whore or something) you really can't blame me for being weary.
He draws circles in my leg, humming to tell me he heard me, just not yet thought up a response.
"Thats good." He nods slowly.
"Th..thanks." I drag my gaze off him, pulling myself closer into a ball so he'll stop touching me.
His eyes are finally glued on me, his expression is.. I don't know. Its blank. He's searching my face for something. I don't know what that something is, and that makes me nervous.
I probably shouldn't be scared of my own dad.
Not that I'd know what would be considered normal in a family.
"Is Dave having fun?" I shrug while speaking, trying to play off my tone as nonchalant and cool and not-really-caring 'n shit. But to be completely honest I'm scared for my brother. He's been getting-- angrier, recently. He snapped at Tommy yesterday - which he rarely ever does.
God, ask your dad maybe? Maybe your actual fucking father? You don't see me going to whimper about some stupid shit to Wilbur!
But you're-!
No, No I'm not. I'm so fucking sick of you Tommy, I've had it up to here with your bullshit.
Wh-why do you hate me?- I just wanted a-!
Why do you always fucking bother me?
