A/N: When I was reading the character Bios on the website it gave me an idea on Tom's teenage homelife.
4th April 1989
It was the screaming that hurt me. The pain in her voice as she cried for help. I remember being sat in my room trying to block out the noise with my hands. Why today? Why today of all days? My fucking birthday. My 16th fucking birthday! I kicked the wall, breaking away the plaster from it. He'd heard me. Shit! He'd heard me! His footsteps echoed up the stairs followed by the heavy shallow breaths as he marched up towards me. He stood infront of my door the blood silently dripping from his knuckles. Her blood. Mum's blood.
I just sat there looking up at my Dad.
Silent.
Helpless.