TW~: Self-harm, Abuse, Anorexia, Drugs, Alcohol, Homophobia, Sexual Assault, Suicidal thoughts
Cover Art: @croudjay on Twitter
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I turned off the tap, pressing the washcloth on the bruise just as Tommy had done last time I got hit. I'd use makeup, but of course we don't have any feminity in this family so that wasn't an option yet.
Leaning my head against the wall, I couldn't help but smile slightly. Sure, Philza did punch me.. quite badly.. but he isn't bad in general. It's the alcohol that's the problem, not him. I'll just have to get used to this new way of disciplining, that's all.
"Boys! Dinner!"
Phil called from the bottom of the stairs. Shoot. What do I do, what do I do? I completely forgot I had to go for dinner today.. Aha!
I swiftly opened the cabinet and fumbled for a large plaster. Once I'd got one out, I stuck it over the bruise and put the pack back in before ambling down the stairs.
Tommy's POV "Right everyone, dinner is served!" Phil smiled, arranging the plates carefully on his arms. He twirled gracefully before placing them down. "That'll be £10 each please- Nah, I'm only joking."
I gazed down at my dinner in awe - Dad always made the best meals, in my opinion anyway. A large smile found its way onto my face.
"TURKEY DINOSAURS-?" I shrieked in excitement, he'd literally made the most nostalgia dinner ever. I immediately grabbed my knife and began to cut into what looked to be a T-rex. Bam. Turkey head chopped.
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"Oh my, I haven't had this in years." Techno muttered with humour in his tone, staring at his plate. He had a small smile on his face which was nice to see.
"Well, I didn't know what to cook so.. eat up, kiddos." Phil grinned in response. "How is it, Wil- oh, of course you haven't tried it yet. Nevermind."
When I saw Phil's smile fade and Wilbur tense up, I immediately narrowed my eyes. But, I wasn't going to bring the mood down, so I shrugged it off. We seemed close earlier today, it was probably just a simple thing.
"Yeah, sorry." Wilbur sighed, stabbing his turkey dinosaur and biting the edge of it. "It's really nice."
"Good, I'm glad you like it."
"So, what's for pudding?" I spoke through a mouthful of food. "Ice cream? Trifle? Profiteroles?"
"You'll see, Tommy. Just eat your dinner for now." Phil laughed.
"Okay, old man." I scoffed, continuing to eat the rest of the food on my plate. Phil rolled his eyes at the insult and continued eating.
We spoke for a while about a variety of things.
"Right, I'm full. Time to get the bowls ready, eh?" Phil smiled, standing up and walking over to the cupboards.
When Phil had his back turned, I caught a glimpse of Techno pointing at his cheek, looking at Wilbur. Strange, I didn't see anything on his cheek. Perhaps he had ketchup on the other side of his mouth or something.
