Your body is warm with Tom's arms wrapped snugly around your body. The sound of him softly snoring fills your ears and you smile to yourself with contentment. You wiggle the grip of his arms lose enough so you can turn around and face him. Tom lets out a groan and his grip tightens.

"No, don't go." He mutters, face scrunching.

"I'm turning around." You chuckle, finishing facing him.

Tom peaks an eye open and a tired smile comes to his face. "Oh."

You shake your head as you curl into his chest. Tom's arms pull you as close to him as possible before his fingers brush up and down your back. You let out a satisfied sigh and you'd give anything to stay like this. It's like you're in your own little bubble. It's just the two of you in his living room, curled up under a thick blanket, and it feels like the safest place there ever could be. There's no Arthur, no fighting, it's just you two being together, arms around each other and legs intertwined. What would it cost to just stay like that?

Tom's alarm starts going off and both him and you groan. Tom leans over you and to the floor, grabbing his phone and shutting the alarm off. He leans back and is met with your stare. You look almost timid, kind of like you don't really know what to do or say and there's this small part of Tom that almost finds it a bit comical. You're quick-witted but right now, nothing. You're looking at him and waiting for him to say something more and Tom is in love with you.

"'Mornin', darlin." Tom smiles and brushes a few strands of hair away from your face.

"Morning." Your face heats up.

"You stayed." Tom whispers and his face softens.

"I told you I would."

Tom shakes his head and a smile splits his face before he leans in and kisses you. You kiss him back and Tom can feel you smile against him and it's like he's moved an entire mountain. He's been addicted to you since day one and you couldn't care less. It's taken a lot but you care now and it's the best feeling.

"Hey," You pull away and you dodge his stare. "Um, thanks...for not leaving." You bite your lip and it means the world because everyone always leaves.

"I'll never leave you." Tom says and there's not an ounce of hesitance in his voice because he means it.

You can pull anything at this point and Tom wouldn't turn his back on you. He's not everyone else. He cares about you and he'll be right there even if you don't want him to be because no one deserves to be alone. He's with your through the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Your cheeks heat up once more as you kiss him again and you like kissing him like this, not heated or needy. Just kissing him to kiss him.

"I've to get ready for work." Tom mutters against your lips. "What time you've to go in?"

"Oh.." You pull away. "I got laid off for the week."

Tom's heart sinks as you tell him. "What happened?"

"I look like I get my face busted in every week and it's bad for business." You roll your eyes. "It's fine, I'll be looking for a new job that doesn't give a shit because they'll be firing me for it soon but I'll get ahead of it. Been fighting for jobs forever, I can do it."

Tom's brows furrow. There's something not comforting with the way you explain it. Maybe it's the way you just...explain it like it's really not a big deal. He knows it's bullshit. You need that money any way you can get it and losing a job isn't going to help that. But, you brush it off and it only makes him question what kinds of jobs you've managed to have and get on short notice, how you've managed to get them.

"It's fine, really." You reassure.

"If you need something-"

"I won't." You shake your head.

"But if you do." Tom states. "Let me know, ya?"

"Okay." You agree. "Uh, can you take me this mechanic shop on Halstead though? Mikey works today and it's been a minute since I've been to the shop and it's not really out of your way. It's fine if you don't want to. I ca-"

"I can take you." Tom chuckles as he cuts you off. "I gotta get ready now then." You nod and Tom pecks your lips before getting up from the couch.

While Tom gets ready for work, you find yourself looking around his apartment. You aren't snooping or going through anything, just looking around. If it's one thing you respect more than anything, it's innocent people's privacy. But, his apartment already shows plenty. When you were here the last time, it'd been a rough night and you didn't really pay attention to anything besides the windows so now, you're really getting to look.

A few pictures hang on the wall and it breaks your heart a little. One of them is an old picture. Tom looks to be maybe fifteen and he's surrounded by people you assume are his family. Three other boys and a man and a woman. They all look happy and you still can't process why Tom would just give that up. Sure, people fake their emotions all the time, especially in pictures, but either they're all good actors, or they really were a happy family. You never had that and Tom should. He should go back to having that.

There are more pictures hanging, some of Harrison's family you'd guess. You don't know what made Harrison move away from them but he doesn't seem to have any major issues so maybe he just followed Tom. That's what you hope anyway. There a few more with scattered people, maybe friends and maybe some family and it all just looks so damn normal. This is what a house looks like. There are pictures of friends and family framed and they all seem happy. That's supposed to be a normal family and for the life of you, you want to know why you.

Tom had this whole other life and he comes here, gets mixed up Arthur, and now he's mixed up with you. Why you? You're grateful as hell for him but you don't get it. He can do better and you know that. It's nothing to with your own self-esteem but what Tom deserves. He doesn't deserve someone who's been to hell and back a few times in only two decades. Maybe there isn't really a reason and you know that, sometimes there's just not a reason as to why people choose the people they do. It's all emotions and chemicals but it makes you wonder. He's kind of like the sun and you're like a blizzard. You're grateful, so grateful you're not going to dare to ask him, but you wonder.

After Tom finishes getting ready, the two of you head out for your day. There's some conversation between the two of you as Tom takes you to the mechanic's shop but it's mostly the two of you listening to the playlist Tom has playing. His hand is holding yours while his arm rests on the center console and it's still peaceful. You're actually dreading for the short drive to be over because you know the second you step out of that car, you'll be thrown back into reality and it's gonna suck. Tom, he's thinking the same thing. But, drives do come to an end and the two of you say your goodbyes and you head into the shop.

"Hey!" Mikey calls out as he looks up from the car he was working on.

"Hey." You nod as you walk up to him. "Sup?"

"Working." Mikey chuckles. "So, what time did you go home last night?" Mikey ducks under the hood and continues what he was doing.

"Jump to the point, why don't ya, damn." You mutter with the role of your eyes. "I didn't." You say.

Mikey turns his head, brows raised. "You.....really stayed with him?"

"Okay," Mikey stands up straight again, grabbing the rag to wipe his grease-covered hands. "How'd it go?"

"He had this whole other life, ya know? I've been dirt fuckin' poor pretty much my entire life and I steal shit or scam it. It's what I do, ya know? But you look at him and his apartment and you see that it's just....so fuckin' nice and there are pictures of happy families and fuck knows I've never had that. And it's just....it's so put together. I dunno." You shake your head after you're done rambling.

"He's fighting with Arthur. I wouldn't call that put together, Rocket."

"I would." You defend. "Arthur still pays him. He has money. I get the fuck beat outa me and all I have to show for it are bruises from hell, broken bones, bloody knuckles, and a week off that'll turn permanent soon."

"Okay," Mikey sighs. "So, what? You wanna know why chooses you or some shit?" You nod sheepishly and Mikey shrugs. "I don't know." He scoffs and it's not a sarcastic scoff, he's serious. He really doens't know. "Dude, I love you and you know that but fuck, you make it hard to like you sometimes. You're bitchy half the time and you're impossible when it comes to getting information. You're shady as fuck."

"Gee, thanks." You sneer.

Mikey just laughs. "No, listen." Mikey gestures a hand out. "You put that shit out there. You all but advertise it and he chooses you anyway. I don't trust the fucker but I'm not gonna trust a damn person who works for Arthur until they're not working with him. I don't know why he's choosing you but he is. You're looking for a reason to leave." Mikey states and you open your mouth to argue but Mikey doesn't give you the chance. "Don't. Don't argue with me either because I know you. You're looking for a good reason to leave him because he's not treating you like shit and it scares you. Stop fucking him over, Rocket."

"I haven't fucked him over." You mutter.

"You made out with his best friend and you were planning on letting Arthur do whatever he does to him? Kill him? Whatever the hell that bastard does. You leave when you sleep with him which is rude. You judged him from the very first time you saw him. You still haven't told him about Arthur. That's all fucking him over."

"You're not nice to him either, what's your excuse?"

"Fuck's sake, Rocket. You be happy with him and I, as your best friend, look out for you. I'm making sure he's not just here to fuck with you. It's my job but you're fuckin' into him so let yourself be into him. Matty's nothing bad to say about him so, I'm gonna be a dick but you should not be."

Mikey's rant catches you off guard. Mikey doesn't even like Tom but he's out here defending him, kind of. He's right, of course he is because Mikey usually is. You look for a good reason to leave even when you don't want to and that's what you did. You convince yourself that you're not good enough and it'd be easier to leave Tom now, it'd be better for him. You don't want to and Mikey can see that and he's right. Which just means you need to stay and you will because if Tom doesn't deserve something, it's you up and leaving for your own selfish fear.

As the day goes on, you sit on the conversation with Mikey, you decide that instead of not just leaving, maybe you can embrace it. Tom's been the one trying for weeks now so it's your turn to return that. So, you text him and ask him if he wants lunch and you offer to bring it to him. The offer catches Tom by surprise but he takes up the offer. You offer to get him and Harrison whatever they want and Tom offers to repay you. Of course, you decline but Tom knows he can figure out a way to pay you back for the food.

It's around one when you show up to Tom's work, a bag from Portillo's in hand. It's a simple gesture really and you're only there to drop off the food and head out before you go to the gym for your shift but it's still nice. Tom fills with excitement for the full five minutes of seeing you and Harrison can't wipe the grin from his face. Despite the shit you're all surrounded by, it just doesn't seem so bad for that part of the day.

But, as life would have it, not all good days must stay good.

Arthur saw you stop by with the food. He saw you kiss Tom's cheek, beaming and looking at him with soft eyes. Tom looks at you the same way and Arthur isn't an idiot. You both seem insanely happy despite what Arthur did. Despite you being the one to help. Arthur wants Tom to use you, get inside your head and maybe this really is the perfect way. He just needs to make sure.

"So, I saw y/l/n bring you and Osterfield lunch." Arthur says as he closes the door to his office.

"I was hungry. She was going to work." Tom holds a straight face, already bored of the conversation.

"She's just bringing you lunch from the kindness of her heart?" Arthur crosses his arms over his chest, his annoyance starting to show through.

"Yeah." Tom mimics his movements.

"You're not seeing each other?" Arthur gets to the point.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Tom challenges.

"So you are?" Arthur affirms.

"Yeah, thanks to the burns on my back and the fuckin' crest on her arm. So, thanks for bringing us together."

Maybe it's not smart for Tom blurt out about him knowing about the crest but Arthur gets under his skin. Arthur thinks he's ahead of everything but he's not. And Tom is fed up. He hurt you, he branded you, and Tom is gonna make sure Arthur knows and he's not just going to back off and do whatever he says anymore. He'll try his hardest in the ring because that's the contract, that's his literal life on the line and Harrison's, but that's it. He's not letting Arthur control anything else.

Arthur's nostrils flare with the remark. You told. "Watch your mouth, Holland."

Tom scoffs, gesturing his arm out. "Or what? Gonna be burn me again? Fuckin' go for it."

Arthur was so sure you wouldn't let your guard down. It's not you to just tell people things and you told Tom. If you told him about the crest, who's to say you didn't tell him about everything else? The crest is just the beginning and it's only a matter of time before you start really talking, the one thing Arthur was positive wouldn't happen. But, arrogant people aren't always the ones ahead of the game.

"Go." Arthur says and Tom doesn't waste anymore time before heading back to his desk.

The second the door shuts, Arthur goes to his desk with an idea.

Luckily, the one encounter with Arthur was it for a week. An entire week of almost normal for everyone. Tom and Harrison went to work and you would bring them lunch, you continued to offer even after Tom had told you about Arthur. In fact, he didn't really cross your mind after the second day and it became easy. Tom brought you lunch one day when you happened to have your lunch at the same time. It was a nice change and it was all just so normal. It's something you never had but quickly grew to love and appreciate.

The fight took place over the weekend as it normally does and both you and Tom had your best fights yet. Neither of you took hardly any hits. Tom got hit good once in the eye and you twice in the ribs but that's it. You might be seeing each other but it's only proven to keep your heads in the ring, not on each other.

With you really seeing each other, you don't have to worry. It brings out another form of confidence and competitiveness. Who can do better in your fight and you want to impress the other. Arthur's entire plan backfired and it's only the first week. But, maybe come the next fight, something will change.

Now, it's Tuesday and Tom's just picked you up from the gym. It's chilly but not too bad so the two of you had agreed to walk. It's always nice with the two of you walking together. It can be silent or you can never stop talking until you've reach your destination. Cars are great and everything, but you and Tom prefer walking with each other.

Tom's arm is wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close to him and keeping you warm against the wind. A shared pair of white earbuds hang between the two of you as your feet meet the pavement of the road. Your house is coming into view and nerves settle in.

Travis never meets anyone. He only really knows Matty and Mikey because you grew up with them and went to school with them. It's just hard with people meeting Travis. They either ask too many questions about him or ask too many questions to him, both of which make you wanna burst at the seams. It's none of anyone's business but you do try to understand the curiosity. But, then again, that's what Google is for.

But, more anxiety starts to cloud your mind as you hope Travis will like Tom. Tom's face isn't horribly bruised this time. There's still tinting of yellow and blue in places but he had a good fight over the weekend, leaving his face nearly unscathed. If Travis knew how you met Tom, he'd flip. You wouldn't listen to a word he had to say, but you also wouldn't want to listen to it and always having to be at Tom's, while nice, isn't always the best. You like his home but it's not yours and you hate intruding on Mikey and Matty but it's always that or having to make sure Travis isn't home. It's just gotten tiring having to hide Tom from your brother. But, if Travis doens't like him, it won't matter because it'll just make being at the house hell. You like Tom so hopefully, Travis will, too.

"Who's that?" Tom asks, jerking his head towards your house as you start crossing the street, your walkway to your house being only a few yards away.

He knows Mikey, Matty, and Harrison obviously, but there's a man in a wheelchair and a person in a thick winter coat making their way down a makeshift ramp from your house. Tom can only guess the man in the wheelchair is your brother which just raises a few questions he knows better than to ask. So, he just sticks with asking who people are.

Travis is coming out with Mikey, Matty, and Harrison, all four following someone you never thought you'd see again. Your feet slowly come to a halt and your heart starts thundering in your ears. Your mouth runs dry and you can't decide if you wanna cry or scream. Tom is looking down to you, brows pulled together in confusion but your stare is set on the person standing at the end of your walkway, their eyes on yours. Your fists ball at your sides as you shrug Tom's arm off of you and your fingers dig into your palms, almost enough to start drawing blood.

Everyone is standing and watching, waiting to see what you're going to say or do but all you see is red. Pure, vibrant red. And it's written across your entire expression. It's Mikey's voice that pulls you from your thoughts of everything you wanna say and do to the person with the audacity to stand there with a gleeful smile, as if happy to see you.

"Grab her!" Mikey yells as he moves to stand in front of your target and as the words leave his mouth, you're lunging forward.

Tom's quick and his arms wrap around your torso, pulling you against him as you thrash around, trying to get his grip to loosen and Mikey is standing in front of the only person you will be happy to punch.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" The person asks and their voice is desperate, laced in genuine hurt that you're fighting your way to them to cause damage.

You pull harder against Tom, pulling him with you but he's stronger and he's able to yank you back, arms flexing around you. "Let me go!"

"Rocket, calm down." Mikey says, voice level as he stands in front of the person, arms out to block you. "You're not gonna fight in the middle of the street."

"Why is she so upset?" The person asks and you can't fight the tears because they really think they've done nothing wrong and it hurts and it's infuriating.

"Really?" Travis questions, his voice full of fury.

"Let go!" You scream back at Tom and your voice almost breaks.

"Nah," Tom says, his breath hot on your ear as you fight against him. "You're gonna calm down and tell me who that is before I let go."

You should tell him. You know he'll let go the second you tell him and you can do what you want. Mikey can try and stop you but you're quicker than him. One good swing, that's all you want. It's everything you need right now so, you take your chance and you have to tell Tom. A single tear falls and your voice breaks as you tell Tom who it is.

"She's my mom." You croak and Tom's arms loosen from around you in shock.

His eyes are wide as he stares at the woman in front of you. That's your mom. That's the woman who abandoned you and your brother. That's the woman that verbally abused you. The addict who couldn't be bothered to give a rat's ass about her own children. Tom's blood runs of nothing but fire with looking at her and he almost wants to yell in her face, too but you're breaking free of his grip and snapping him from his shocked state.

"Hey, hey, hey." Tom says, regaining his grip around you after struggling for a foot. "C'mon, let's go inside." Tom's voice is hushed in your ear but you're not hearing it.

"Why are you here?" You scream, pulling against Tom's arms. "Go back to wherever the fuck you've been!"

"I love you!" Your mom says and it is really like she means it. But, parents that love their children don't abandon them. They don't choose their addictions over their damn children. That's not love. It's greed.

"Bullhit!" You manage to pull at Tom and take a step forward. "Bullshit! You don't love me!"

"I made a mistake leaving!" Your mom's voice cracks and a few tears fall onto her cheeks.

You stare at her in disbelief and fury. If it were a mistake, she would have come back years ago but she didn't. She stayed gone and she never even bothered to call or send a letter. It's not like you ever moved. That house has been your house since before you were even born. Travis has grown up in that house his entire life. Your mom didn't not the address. She simply couldn't be bothered. She doesn't care and she's only showing up because she's low on cash or she got mixed up with the wrong people. Something but it's definitely not because she thinks leaving was a mistake or because she loves her children.

"No fucking shit!" Your face heats with fire with your screaming. "But we don't need you anymore so go away!"

"Please, y/n-"

"Ahhh!" You scream and for a second, Tom's heart shatters as you stop fighting him.

Your scream is in frustration but it is broken. It's as broken as his cry for help and everyone else can feel the shatter of you with that one scream. Travis looks away, Mikey closes his eyes, Matty's eyes start to water, and Harrison has to cover his face with one of his hands. That's the scream of someone who's been shattered and can't be glued back together.

"Don't fucking' call me that!"

"You're my daughter!" Your mom cries out.

"So?" You argue and you pull against Tom's grip again. "If I'm your fucking daughter, where the fuck have you been?" Your voice comes down to a disgusted tone and everyone freezes. First comes the storm, then the calm, then the hurricane.

"I-I...you've always been my daughter. If...if you needed me, I would have come back. I would have but-"

"Fuck! You're kidding, right?" You let out a dry laugh and your lip starts to quiver. And then the broken screams start. "Where the fuck were you when I needed you then? When we needed you! You knew about dad! You fuckin' knew and you never came home! Ever! You left us to be on our own! I was a fuckin' CHILD!" Tears stream down your face as your throat is going raw. "I needed my mom! And you. Weren't. Here! You never even sent me a birthday card! A letter? A phone call? You don't give a shit about me because you don't have to! Why would you have to give a shit when Travis does your fucking job? When dad was around? And where the fuck were you when Travis got hurt?"

"Y/n." Travis calls out, his voice calm but broken. "Just...please stop."

"No, Travis! This is everything you wanna say, right? Remember all those nights I stayed up crying either because mom was too fuckin' high to even know my fuckin' name or because she called me a slut and a waste of space? Or how about when dad would kick her out and we had to listen to her cry because she was high as fuck and couldn't remember shit she did? What about when I had to stay up crying because she fucking left and the last thing she said to me was that everything was my fault? And you, you were the one that said she wasn't a good mom. She was shit. You said it first."

"I wish I would have been there for all of that and I'm sorry I put you through it. I am but I'm here now-"

"I don't fuckin' need you now!" You snap your eyes back your mom. "I help with Travis now. I take care of myself now. I dealt with dad's shit with Travis. I did it all no thanks to you because YOU. WEREN'T. HERE!" It's a wail that comes from your lips.

Travis sighs and he knows he needs to do something because you're crying in the middle of the street and you're his sister. You've been through hell together and regardless of why your mother is back and how he feels about it, that doesn't excuse the fact that you're losing it. It's you over your mom, you're the family Travis has.

"C'mon, we'll leave y/n alone, okay, Mom?" Travis asks and he moves in front of her. "We can get some food."

"I just want to apologize, Travis."

"GO!" You scream. "Leave! I don't want you here! Travis, please get her away from me!" You shake with your words as they slowly slur together.

Tom changes his grip from holding you back to more of a hug. He can feel you losing your footing as you continue to scream for Travis to take your mom away. Tom's the only person keeping you on your feet until Travis manages to convince your mom to leave. They turn their backs and your legs give out with your chest heaving and tears streaming down your face.

Tom holds onto you as he sinks you back down the pavement, his arms tightening around you. You bury your head into his chest, sobbing and gripping his jacket. Tom can hardly breathe with the lump that's taken up his throat and the crushing weight weighing on his chest. He never thought he'd see anyone break that but especially not you. Tears burn the back of his eyes and he just wants to take it all away from you. Take away your pain.

Tom clears his throat, blinking the tears away and sniffling softly. "Hey," He whispers and his voice is gentle. "Let's go inside, ya?" Tom rubs your back, eyes soft as he searches for yours. "C'mon, I'll help."

With tear stained cheeks, you nod and Tom takes your hands, helping the two of you to your feet. You dodge the eyes of the other boys who don't know what to say or do. The only thing they know how to do is stand and follow Tom and you inside. Mikey and Matty might know you but Matty wasn't around when your mom dipped and Mikey, he knows this is a bad, bad subject. He was there was she left and he remembers how you took it. So, he just follows because you won't talk to him. If you'll talk to anyone, it's the person you're crying to and he's hoping that you will.

Tom and you reach your room and Tom closes the door. You pace around and one hand is wiping your eyes while the other is balled at your side. Your stare is set on the floor but you're completely silent. Tom can't imagine what could possibly be going through your head but he knows it can't be good. If it were him, he'd be lost. And confused. But, then, you stop and stare at Tom before you just start yelling. Most of it isn't completely coherent because you're just rambling so fast Tom can't keep up. You're not crying anymore or even looking like you might cry, you're just fuming from every part of your body.

"Y/n, please, just....breathe." Tom tries.

"Breathe?" You try. "I can't! That bitch just shows up and what? Now she wants to be the fucking mom of the year? She acts she didn't do shit!"

"I know." Tom keeps his voice calm and level. "I heard but, maybe you should sit down and just talk to me about it, okay?"

You pause. You were set to argue. You don't want to talk. Talking isn't your strong suit and right now, right fucking now, you can't handle sitting down and talking about your mother. You've talked about her already and that was enough for you. Your mother now shows up and that's not a reason for you to open up that can of worms again. You don't want to and you shouldn't have to. So, you do what you do best. You avoid it.

You close the few feet of distance between you and Tom and cup his face. You bring his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Tom's hands come up to your shoulders and he kisses you back but only for a few seconds before pulling you away, his hands still on your shoulders to keep you at arm's length.

"What are you doing?" Tom asks and he doens't want to be your distraction.

"I don't wanna talk." You mutter as you go to cup his face again and kiss him but Tom keeps you away.

"No. I'm not a fuckin' distraction for you."

"I don't wanna talk about it!"

"Then don't!" Tom finally raises his voice, not wanting to be the one yelled at.

"Fine! I won't!" You scream. "Kiss me! Please!"

"No!" Tom yells and he takes a step back, your face falls immediately. "I'm not someone you get to fuck because you don't wanna talk about what's bothering you!"

Your jaw drops in offense. "Is that what you think you are?"

"You tell me!" Tom argues. "First time, it was because you were choked. Then it was because you didn't wanna talk about the fight and Arthur and whatever. Now, it's because your shitty fuckin' mum shows up. What am I supposed to think?" He doesn't mean it but he wants to you to see it. He knows he's not just someone to have sex with but that's what it seems like in this moment.

"You're not just someone to fuck!" Your heart pounds and your eyes start to burn with tears.

"Now, you're gonna lie?" Tom questions. "Right now, I am."

"You're not!"

"Then what the fuck am I right now?" Tom asks and you stare at him with a clenched jaw and eyes drenched in agony and fury. You don't have anything to say because he's not wrong. "Yeah, exactly. I fuckin' care about you! I'm not gonna let you use me to make yourself feel better!"

You let out a scream as you look to the ceiling. "I'm not using you!"

"Then what?"

"I-I-I...." You huff and you can't bring yourself to say the right words because you're so pissed off and you're hurt that Tom is yelling at you. It's what you deserve because he's not wrong. You're not using him in every aspect but you do use him to avoid things that are bothering you.

Tom's face falls and he just stares at you with his eyes glossing over. He nods and looks to the floor for a second before looking back to you. "Really?"

"It's not like that." You whine. "Not like that, I...."

"You what?" Tom's heart is breaking in his chest. "What?"

"Can't we just drop this and-"

Tom groans and he shakes his head before running a hand through his hair. "No, we can't. We're not fuckin' dropping this." Tom walks for the door and you feel like your world is imploding on you. "I know you're not using me all the time. I know this shit is hard for you, okay? But I'm done being someone you use to fuck to avoid your shit. You deserve better than that. So, call me when you're ready to talk. I'm leaving."

"You promised!" You cry out and a few tears slip down your cheeks. "You said you wouldn't leave."

Tom turns the knob of the door and opens the door. "I know." He says. "I know I did." Tom turns around and exits the room, shutting the door behind him.