≽^•༚• ྀི≼ angsty adventures

ᯣ_ᯣ i'm not going anywhere.

Thomas took a seat on the couch. He had just finished cooking- It was his weekend, so Faye was over, and he knew how much Faye liked when he cooked.

While Faye was eating his curry- an absolute favorite meal of his, a knock rapped upon the door. Thomas looked confused, but Faye shot right up, going and opening the door almost immediately.

"Oh?" Thomas' chuckle rang through the house as Timi appeared at the door. He stood up from the couch, moving over and welcoming him in.

"Hello, Timi. You here for a, ahhh.. play date or sum'n?" To this, Timi nodded, allowing himself in and going over to the kitchen area. Him and Faye played on the floor, using their rubber ducks and clay to entertain themselves.

Thomas dished him out a plate of dinner, too, setting it in front of him and allowing him to eat on the floor, knowing Timi wouldn't make a mess as long as Faye was around.

As the two laughed and chatted about random kiddish things, such as what they wanted to do the next day, toys they had seen at the shops, or the fact school was coming up, Thomas occupied himself with his phone, scrolling through his message list- mainly to wipe out contacts he didn't need or recognize anymore, but also to see if he had missed any texts.

He did. While he was spending time with Faye, he always kept his phone off, so he had missed quite a few. Those few were extremely.. 'important' ones.

Fuck. Thomas knew better than to leave his parents on delivered- or at least, he thought he did. He was nervous now- no, that was an understatement- but faced away from the children, not wanting them to see his panic. He panted heavily as he looked down at his phone.

His mother's texts kept flying in. His father, at the same time, was also trying to get a hold of him. God, they had far too much to say. Cursing him out for some rumors they had heard about him not being into women, saying vile things about his child.

Saying vile things about him and where he lived- and the fact they were coming to rip him from that horrid place as they spoke.

Thomas panicked. They were going to take him from Pine Ridge? For the love of God- Thomas was 22, he could do what the fuck he wanted when it came to where he lived..

That is what he wanted to say. He would have said that if there weren't years of abuse and torment behind his thinking. He couldn't respond to the texts. He couldn't do anything other than stare at the door in fear and slam his phone into the wall.

This emitted a jump from the children, who tilted their curious heads to look at him. Timi looked curious, and Faye looked scared. Thomas rarely lashed out while children were around.

Trembling, Thomas turned, a smile on his face. "Sorry, I had a muscle spasm." He knew the kids wouldn't understand what that meant, so it would work as an excuse. Indeed, it did, since the kids- after a moment of thinking- returned to their games.

Thomas didn't want the children to see what he feared was going to come. So, after making up some suckup excuse, he stepped outside, heading to the very front of the lawn. He trembled, seeing multiple cars pass by.. trembling even more so when he realized his parents truck was among them.

He backed up a bit as the truck sped into the driveway, his breathing growing labored as his father stepped out- his mother remaining in the car. He knew this was going to be horrible. He knew he was in for it. 

"..Sir.." He had never been allowed to call his father by a fatherly title. Not dad, not papa, no. Nothing even close. Only formal, closed off terms were allowed.

Thomas was going to try and defend himself against the 'rumors' about him being into men, but before he could utter another syllable, he was on the ground.