Sonder [TommyInnit Angst]

Chapter 31

Hi my lovely ppl. Big trigger warning in this chapter, so if any of the following trigger you, make sure to proceed with caution, or don't read it for your safety and health (:

⚠️TW⚠️
Blood
Guns
Knives
Death
Cussing
Arguing

3rd person

Officer Simons threw Oliver into an empty room, making him stumble over his feet.
"You're lucky as hell Oliver! If anyone else would've been there, you would be dead!" She screamed in his face.
"Oh come on Grace, don't give me that bullshit. You left me with that stupid son of yours, and never looked back," Oliver grumbled.
"Because you were always drunk. I didn't want to deal with that," Grace defended.
"Right, but leaving that bratty kid with me wanted to deal with it,"
"I've made mistakes Oliver, and I'm not proud of them. Which is why I'm proposing you a deal," she stated. Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"Go on," he said intrigued.
"I'll get you out of here, charge free and you can go live your life. But, you leave our son alone and let him live his alive. The second I get a call saying anything about your name, I'll have the death penalty written all over you," she said sternly.
"You make a good bargain Grace," he chuckled. She rolled her eyes,
"Deal?" She said, sticking out her hand. Oliver shook her hand, with a grin.
"Deal,"

What she didn't know is that she just made a deal with the devil himself

The devil never keeps his end of the bargain

Tommy's pov

I woke up alone on the bed. That's weird, because I was usually up before everyone. I shrugged it off, and got ready for the day, making sure I looked presentable.
I grabbed my phone and headed out of my room, and down into the kitchen.
I was scrolling through twitter when I entered, not paying attention to my surroundings.
Yeah, all was great until I felt coffee spilt on my head.
Jack was laughing his head off, while I rubbed the coffee out of my eyes.
"Hey gu- oh, how fun!" Sapnap said.
I glared at him, and then tackled Jack to the ground without a warning.
"Hey! It was just payback!" He defended, still laughing. I grabbed a water from off the counter and took off the cap, pouring it all over him. His mouth was agape from shock, while I threw the plastic bottle at his face.
"If you remember correctly Jack Manifold, I was getting payback at you in the first place. Now if you'd excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower," I smirked, leaving the kitchen.
More people had entered to see the encounter, laughing their asses off.

I heard someone come up beside me, and looked to see Wilbur.
"I know I promised to work hard to put effort in forgiving you, but can we do this after I get this sticky shit off of me," I laugh. He laughed quietly as well.
"I won't keep you long, I just needed to tell you something," he said. I nodded, and stopped walking so we could talk.
"I uh- before figuring how much of an idiot I was being, signed you into a psych ward, but I canceled it, don't worry. So I was just trying to think of different ways to help you, ya know- cope," he started, scratching his head.
"So if you agree anyways, I think it would really help to get a therapist," he said, with a hopeful tone. I raised an eyebrow.
"And you think this will help me?" I asked, watching him nod with a small smile.
"Okay, I'll give it a try, but if I hate it, either get me a new therapist or let me try my own way," I agreed.
"Also, we were all planning on going out somewhere. Got any ideas?" He asked.
"How about we go bowling, or roller skating and we can make a vlog out of it," I suggest.
He nods,
"I'll go tell them your ideas. Now go take a shower before that coffee sticks to your skin," he laughs. I roll my eyes in fake annoyance.
"I think it already has since you kept me here so long," I sigh dramatically. He pushes me playfully towards the stairs, walking away chuckling.