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A kick was sent carving into the little boy’s diaphragm. “You’re fucking useless! Nobody wants you alive, you are a waste of air.” Wilbur screams, red in the face with anger.
He loosens his grip on the boy’s golden blonde hair as strings of his hair fall out.
His brother’s whispers echo through Tommy’s head. Wilbur has been violent before when he goes through his episodes,
but not this violent…
As the little boy attempts to get up from his curled-in position on the cool wooden floor another breathtaking kick is landed into his stomach.
Wilbur’s steel-toed boots come away covered in his sibling’s blood.
Tommy is now sobbing, his older brother watches, smirking. Tommy’s knees shake as he stands up. Red, bleeding cuts that run a river of ichor down his legs.
“Oh? Getting brave now, eh?” Wilbur taunts. Smiling gleefully at the other's dismay.
Tommy’s heart is beating out of his chest. He huffs in a breath of air, “I. Hate. You.” he grits out.
Wilbur looks at his brother in shock. He clenches his jaw, walks up to Tommy, and calmly fists his hair, pulling out a utility blade from his jean pocket.
That same evil grin doesn’t fade from his face. “Repeat that, Sunshine?” Wilbur raised the switchblade and pressed it into the little boy’s neck, drawing a thick line of dark blood from the incision.
Tommy is coughing, “Please, Wil, I didn’t mean it, please.” he cries, his salty tears dripping down his cheeks and running down his neck into the pulsing wound.
His assaulter keeps a stone face, “That’s what I thought.” His grip releases on Tommy’s hair.
Theseus is thrown to the ground, whimpering in pain. The blade has retreated from his neck, still held in his brother’s Wilbur fist.
The blonde goes to spew more apologies as the heinous look in his assaulters’ eye darkens, but he isn’t fast enough.
Wil’s hand has already risen, and his younger brother's eyes widened in pure terror.
A blood-curdling scream ripped through the Watson house that day.