at the airport

"Move it bitch." I say pushing past the assholes that are blocking my way. "George, stop cussing at everyone." I rolled my eyes. "Not my fault they won't move. Also hurry up old man! I need to see Tubbo!" I yelled pulling his arm so he was being dragged behind me. "George let go!" I'm not letting go. I pulled him towards the person letting people into our gate. "Ticket and passports please." She smiled, staring at me. I rolled my eyes and let go of Phil's arm. I grabbed my passport and ticket and showed her the ticket, then my passport. Phil did the same, "Okay you can go in now." She smiled and slid a piece of paper towards me, i looked up at her and she winked. I grabbed the paper and dragged Phil over to some seats. We sat down and I unfolded the paper.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Call me cutie ;)

Slag.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Me

Are you the girl from the airport?

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Depends, who's asking ;)

Me

The guy you just gave your number to 🙄

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Then yes I am. Your cute, we should hang out soon. ;)

Me

No we shouldn't :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Why not :(

Me

Because I don't like you, or your kind :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

My kind?

Me

I don't like girls dumbass 🙄

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Well that was easy. "George come on we're boarding the plane." I put my phone away and got up from the chair I was sat on, I grabbed my bag and followed Phil onto the plane. This is going to be a long flight but it's worth it. For Tubbo.

— in England bitches this is the good shit 😩—

Tubbo 💛🐝

Me

Is he still there?

Tubbo 💛🐝

Yeah but he's sleeping, where are you?

Me

We're 5 minutes away. Can make sure the door is unlocked?

Tubbo 💛🐝

Yup! See you soon Gogy! 💛

Me

See you soon Tubs 💙

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It's 4am. I'm tired as shit but we just need to get Tubbo out then we can sleep. "We're here." The taxi driver stopped the car and turned to Phil who handed him the money. "Thank you, have a good day." Phil seems to be a lot less tired than me. "And you." We got out the car and stood out side the house.

The house looks like shit. There's a beat up slide in the garden, multiple smashed plant pots scattered around the place, the grass is overgrown and looks like it hasn't been cut in years. The old swing set they own no longer has swings it's just a metal frame with a string attached, the garage door looks like it's been hit with a car and is full of bags that are overflowing with beer bottles, the gravel path leading to the door is barely visible from the beer bottles and overgrown grass that cover it. It looks abandoned, the only way you can tell it isn't is from the lights coming from the windows.

"Poor Tubbo." Phil mumbled walking passed me and stepping onto the gravel path, I followed after him. The sound of the stones and shards of glass crunching under our feet makes me cringe. The grass blades that are poking over from the small fence beside it make me flinch whenever they brush against my ankles and make me uncomfortable. It's not a very pleasant feeling, especially with the circumstances. Phil kicks a beer bottle out of the way and steps into the beaten up welcome home mat, in most cases people would be happy to step onto one of these, home should be a place where you feel safe and loved. In Tubbo's case it's quite the opposite, I doubt he'd be happy to see this shit hole.

The door isn't in any better shape, it's chipped and stained. The glass has been smashed and then blocked up with a piece of wood, the door handle has lost its golden look, instead it looks rusty and dull. It's barely hanging on and you can see the screws coming undone on the sides, the letter box is jammed open with god knows what and there's a brown-ish liquid dripping from it, probably beer. There's a bunch of scratch marks on the door, top and bottom probably from people kicking it and throwing things at it. When I say people I mean Schlatt.

Phil sighed and opened the door, he stepped in and I stepped closer to the door. I gagged when the smell of beer swarmed my nose, consuming my lungs. I'm not even inside the house yet and I want to throw up, I take a deep breath and step into the house holding down the vomit that so desperately wants to leave my body. The inside is no different to the outside. Multiple stains and holes in the walls, beer bottle on every surface in the house. The little table next to the door that would normally be full of a little bowl holding the keys and family pictures is filled with beer bottles and caps. The floor is dirty and if you look for long enough you can see small insects running around.

The family pictures that were hung in the walls are crooked and smashed. There's no proper doors in this house, they're all hanging off their hinges or not there at all, the tv in the living room isn't even playing anything it's just a static screen, the sofa looks beaten. Beer stains and rips scattered the fabric surface making it look absolutely disgusting, the pillows are no better, fluff spewing out of them as they lay beaten on the floor and on top of Schlatt's unconscious body.

The ugly bastard is laying in a beaten recliner chair, a beer bottle in one hand and a pillow in the other, his mouth slightly open and I so desperately want to shove a hot coal in it. His ugly fucking mutton chops look like shit as always, the purple bags under his eyes make him look like he hasn't slept in weeks and I hope he hasn't, he doesn't deserve to. The coffee table in front of him is full of beer bottles, empty and not, and cigars already lit and not. The remote is placed between the mess of cigars and bottles making it barely visible.

I turn around and walk out of the room, making my way towards the staircase. Out of the corner of my eye I see Phil with a green bag throwing away some of the beer bottles that are scattered in the kitchen. I'm honestly scared to walk up the stairs. The wood on them looks like they're rotting, the banister is broken so if you tried to grab it you'd just fall. There's a few holes in some of the steps that looks like someone punched or kicked. There's multiple pieces of clothing scattered on the steps, shoes, hoodies, jeans all of it. None of it Tubbo's though, they're too big.

I stepped onto the first step hoping my foot wouldn't go straight through it and that I can actually go upstairs, surprisingly it didn't break. I carefully walked up the stairs until I got to the top. Upstairs was basically the same as downstairs, beer bottles, clothes and cigars everywhere, holes and stains on every wall and no normal doors. Except one, it's closed though. I slowly walked around the disgusting floor checking the rooms for a small 16 year old brunette or his room. But to my luck, he was no where to be seen. None of the rooms looked like his, and he wasn't in any of them. I checked cupboards, under beds, everywhere I just can't find him. I haven't checked the closed room though..

I slowly walked over, avoiding the bottles and clothes that scattered the floor. I placed my hand in the door handle and took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever is behind this door. I pulled the handle down and pushed the door, it scraped against the floor and made a horrifying sound, I cringed but quickly shrugged it off and went back to looking for Tubbo.

This must be his room. It's adorable how even in this fucking hell hole he still manages to keep his room as normal as he can. There are little bee drawings on the walls and hanging from the roof, there's a little fort in the corner, the type you would make at a sleepover with friends. It had a flag on top of it and I'm pretty sure Tommy called it L'manburg or something like that. There's a cupboard with little flower and bee drawings on the doors and a baby blue set of drawers full of clothes.

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, "Tubs?" I whisper-yelled walking towards the small bed in the corner. No answer. I pulled the blanket back on the bed but was disappointed when there was no Tubbo hiding under there, I checked under the bed but had the same luck as before. I got up and walked towards his little fort, it's built with little blankets and sheets and is being held up with two chairs that are on the sides. I kneeled down and pulled one of the blankets back. No Tubbo. Fuck. The only things in there was a few pillows on the floor, a blanket, a lantern and a book that was open. I sighed and got up. Where are you Tubbo? "Tubbo, it's George where are you?" I asked searching through the room. Still no answer.

I walked towards the cupboard and smiled slightly, he's so innocent with his bees. I hate Schlatt for making him go through this, he doesn't deserve this, any of this. I opened the door expecting to see no Tubbo, and sighed when there was no Tubbo.

I went to turn around again but stopped when I saw a little hand in the corner of my eye. I moved the clothes that were hanging up and there he was, sleeping. He looks so peaceful sleeping, like nothing can get him, where no one can hurt him. I shook him slightly, he was cold. "Hey Tubs. Wake up." I whispered shaking him again. He moved around a bit and rubbed his eyes. I shook him again and he shot up scooting further into the cupboard. My heart broke. He sat at the very back of the closet shaking just because I touched him.

"Hey, it's just me. Your okay, come here." I opened my arms letting him know I wasn't going to hurt him. He stared at me for a moment before I heard a little sniffle come from him. "G-Gogy?" His voice was shaky and small, he's scared. "It's me Tub's, I told you we would come get you. I'm not going to hurt you." I sat down and opened my arms again waiting for him to crawl into them. He watched me for a moment before sniffling again and crawling towards me slowly. He crawled into my arms and cried. I hugged him and rubbed his back, "It's okay, your safe." I whispered rocking him slowly, his tears are slowly dampening my hoodie but I couldn't care less, he needs me and I'm going to help him.

I took the time to look at how bad he is. Looking at him made me want to go down and beat Schlatt to a fucking pulp. His normal soft, porcelain skin is covered in bruises and cuts. He's skinnier than normal, his wrist being so small that I can fit my whole hand around it. His natural blush is gone and is instead replaced with a black eye and tear stains, his soft, brown hair is no longer soft it's now scraggly and knotted. His small body shook in my arms, tears flowing from his once lively brown eyes.

I held him for what felt like hours but in reality was just a few minutes, he sniffled a few more times before looking up at me, "Is Phil here?" He asked quietly, I nodded. "Yeah, he's downstairs do you want to go see him?" He nodded slowly and I smiled slightly. "Alright." I picked him up and stood up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck, since he's quite shorter than me it wasn't a problem for him to do. I left his room making sure to close the door behind me, and walked towards the stairs. I stepped down the first step and he flinched at the sudden movement. "Sorry." I whispered, he just stuck his head on my shoulder. I continued down the stairs making sure not to fall and hurt both me and Tubbo. Finally, stepping off the last step I feel Tubbo take his head off my shoulder, "Phil?" I whisper-yelled, I walked towards the room I saw him in earlier and there he was with Tubbo's coat and a pair of shoes. He smiled slightly when he saw me but frowned when he saw how Tubbo was in my arms.

"Tubbo?" He asked quietly making sure not to startle him, Tubbo turned his head to look at Phil and smiled. I let him down and he ran over to Phil. He hugged Phil and Phil hugged back, it looked like one of those father and son hugs you'd see people giving when they're about to leave for college. I heard a beer bottle move but when I checked there was nothing so I just shook it off. When I looked back at Phil and Tubbo I saw Phil crying, I don't blame him I would too if I wasn't trying to stay strong for Tubbo.

"Do you have a bag packed?" I asked, if he doesn't we'll just have to go to his room again. He pulled away from his hug with Phil and nodded. He ran towards one of the cupboards in the kitchen and opened it, he pulled out a bag and closed it again. He walked over to me and Phil and put on the coat and shoes Phil had. "Ready." He said smiling. Me and Phil nodded and turned to leave, not before I held Tubbo's hand though, I am not losing him now. Schlatt won't take him from me now, I'll kill him before he lays a hand on Tubbo again. We left the room we were in and walked towards the door.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Where do you think your going." I felt Tubbo start to shake and I grit my teeth. "We're leaving now fuck off before I beat the living shit out of you." I hiss pulling Tubbo towards the door. "Don't think so George." What? I turned around and saw my dad standing by the door, smirking. "I'll fuck you up too. Move." He's shook his head, "Sorry son but I can't do that." Phil looks like he's ready to kill a bitch and so am I. Tubbo is still shaking next to me but I squeezed his hand slightly to reassure him that he'll be fine.

I let go of his hand and pushed him towards Phil who gladly put his arms around Tubbo. "I said move." I said getting more pissed by the second. He shook his head again and I walked closer to him. "Move." I hissed, he refused and stood still, blocking the door. I smirked, "Fine, have it your way father." I emphasised the word father, he looked at me confused but that quickly changed to shock when I punched him in the face. He smirked and wiped the bit of blood off his lip. He swung at me but I dodged it and kicked his shin. He groaned and swung at me again, actually hitting this time. I looked back at him and punched him in the jaw. Before he had time to recover from the last hit I punched him again and then kicked him in the dick. Fucking asshole.

He fell to the floor and I pulled him to the side so I could open the door. When I turned back to look at Phil and Tubbo I saw Schlatt getting closer to them, too close for my liking. I walked over to him and stood between him and Tubbo. "Piss off Schlatt. We're taking Tubbo and you can't stop us. Do I need to beat your ass too?" I ask, he just laughed. "You couldn't hurt me boy. Your just a pathetic little bitch." He slurred, still clearly drunk. "Those words don't hurt me dumbass, stop trying to make me weaker by making me feel sorry for myself it won't work!" I yelled stepping closer to him.

"Just give me my son and you can leave." He tried to grab Tubbo's arm but I pushed him back. "Don't touch him." He just smirked and walked towards me again. "Why not? He's just a pathetic kid, can't do anything right. Even his own mother left him for fucks sake!" He yelled pointing at Tubbo, I heard Tubbo crying and that pissed me off. "What's your fucking problem? He's just a kid! Your the pathetic one, beating your fucking 16 year old son! Your lucky I don't Kill you right fucking now, because I will not hesitate to do it." He chuckled and moved closer to me. He bent down to look me in the face and whispered "Do. It." I cringed at the smell of alcohol on his breath and shrugged. "You asked for it."

I punched him in the face and moved behind him, kicking the back of his legs. He fell onto his knees and chuckled again. "Is that the best you've got?" He said starting to get back up again, I got back in front of him and punched him again. I heard Phil take Tubbo outside and I'm glad, don't want him watching me beat the shit out of his dad. I kept punching him until his eye was swollen and he was spitting out blood but it still wasn't good enough for me. I grabbed his head and smashed it into my knee, knocking him out. He fell backwards and hit the floor with a loud bang. I smirked and turned back around, my dad was sitting up against the wall fear and shock covering his face. I walked over to him and crouched right in front of him. "I'm not scared of you, I never will be so fuck off and leave us alone." I spat on his face and left him and Schlatt in the house.

When I got outside the fresh smell of anything but alcohol filled my lungs, I smiled and walked towards Phil and Tubbo. "Called a taxi yet?" I asked wiping my bloody knuckles on my hoodie, "Yeah, our flight isn't until later so we can sleep at a hotel I've booked and then go home later." Phil explained, I nodded and looked down at Tubbo. I smiled at him and he smiled back, "Am I safe now?" He asked looking back at the house. "Yeah, your safe now. He won't hurt you again." I hugged him and he hugged back.

He's safe, finally.

He'll be home soon.

A real home.