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“Shh, come here,” Niki invited Tommy to a room, which was Wilbur’s bedroom. The light was shut.
He entered, she closed the door behind him, locked it. Tommy felt a bit of fear. Only then, Niki finally turned on the light. For Tommy to see a person, naked, tied to the bed, blindfolded and with a cloth over his mouth.
“Look who came to visit you, babe. Oh wait, you can’t,” Niki laughed hysterically.
Tommy could do nothing, just stare on the bed in disbelief.
His best friend.
His abuser.
“So,” Niki passed a drink to Tommy, who was sitting across the table from her. “How’d you meet him?”
Wilbur Soot. The only thing that connected these two; his best friend and his girlfriend. There wasn’t really anything else that they could talk about together. Tommy didn’t really know why Niki approached him in the first place; all their conversations up to this point were mostly awkward silence.
But she did want to talk to him now. Maybe because she was drunk – and he was too – so maybe this time, talking to each other will be easier. It always is. It’s the reason why Tommy started drinking so early – at 15 years old. He wanted to connect with people better. No one around him really cared. Even if he was alone, he always found some older men liking his appearance, getting him a drink. Having no problem with him being only 16.
Or he was at Wilbur’s house. Like he was now.
Wilbur also never cared he was this young.
He had to make up a response to Niki’s question. She was his girlfriend, after all. He couldn’t tell her the truth.
“Umm- He found me on Instagram, and we happened to listen to the same type of music, and... well, we started talking, that’s it... What about you?”
Niki looked down, tears filling her eyes, before she winked them out.
She knew Wilbur never ever talked to anybody on the internet. He told a different story to her than Tommy did as well. She knew there was something going on with him and Tommy. She knew Wilbur used him the same way he used her. And this only confirmed it.
She felt so sorry for the little boy. So manipulated by the asshole he’s scared to tell the truth.
“He used you,” she said, way too drunk to even think about some discretion. “Am I right?”
Tears filled Tommy’s eyes. A proof. Bulletproof.
“Niki, I’m so sorry-” he started. “I was hoping you’d never find out, i was telling him that he has you, that he can’t just cheat on you like that... I really tried, Niki, I’m so sorry.”
Niki was confused. “What are you sorry for, Tommy? He abused you. It’s not your fault.” Although it surprised her that he did it even in the relationship, and not only outside of it, which was something she should have expected. Just another proof that what she did to him, he deserves it. He deserves even worse.
Niki smiled. She couldn’t wait to do him fucking worse .
She continued: “He abused me as well. I was scared he’d do it to you too. I mean, I'm 18, I'm also still young, but at least I'm an adult. But you? So young and innocent, it must have been terrible to experience that, god knows at what age-”
“Fourteen,” Tommy talked over her. “For the very first time, I was fourteen. It has only gotten worse since then.”
“Fourteen?!” Niki almost yelled, so loud Tommy had to gesture to her to be a bit more quiet. “He was 24 back then. Tommy, I- I'm so sorry. Sorry I didn't reach out to help you earlier.”
She stayed quiet for a bit.
“He’s a monster,” she said the same thing Tommy was thinking, he was just scared to say it. “He should fucking pay to all that shit he's done. God knows how many more people were hurt because of him.”
Tommy looked down. Niki was becoming visibly upset. Who wouldn’t. Finding out that your abusive boyfriend didn’t only abuse you , but also his child best friend and God knows how many more children ? That wouldn’t be easy for anyone.
Niki finished her drink in one shot. “Come with me, Tommy,” she said then, looking him deep in the eyes. “I want to show you something.”
As scared as he was, he agreed to go with her.