**DISCLAIMER**

Me: Okay first off, if you haven't already read the first story to this title BROKEN, then you better get your a$$ of this story and go read that one first, just cuz my disclaimers are gonna have BROKEN spoilers in them. (waits for the others to leave) Now I can begin! So welcome back my wonderful readers! I hope you all enjoy this prequal as much as BROKEN!

Tommy: (mumbling) I don't even know why you are even writtin this one. . .I died in the other one.

Adam: But this one takes place before the other one, remember?

Tommy: So, . . . they know what happened before the other one! I fucked around with drugs and you got picked on. (points to Adam).

Me: True, but this is going to go into detail.

Adam: See, that makes sense.

Tommy: But i DIED! You can't write another one, it make any sense at all!

Me: Tommy, It's a prequal! Meaning you're not dead yet! It's not a sequal. There's a difference.

Tommy: (glares at me) I know. . .

Adam: Then quit throwing a hissy fit ya pussy.

Me: (laughs cause Adam just called Tommy a pussy) Come on Tommy, just read it, please. . .

Tommy: (shakes head) Nope. I refuse.

Me: (frowns)

Adam: (to me) We'll just read it to him.

Me: Okay! (to readers) Y'all know I don't own Adam or Tommy, and please leave me a review! You all did so well last time! ENJOY!

*CHAPTER ONE*

"In my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow"

-Mad World

The warm, night air was thick and muggy; annything but confortable. My head was pounding, and my eyes were puffy and swollen from the tears. I tried to zone out and forget, but everytime I closed my eyes the only thing I saw was red. Blood red. It was a color I once found appealing, but now all it did was fill my mind with haunted memories. There weren't even enough words to properly describe the emotions I was feeling. I wanted it all to be a nightmare- brought on by the car accedent, but it was too vivid to be so.

Was I close to my father? Not particularly, no. He was too much like myself; bad tempered and pesimistic. But those two traits weren't, nor would they ever bee enough for me to want this to happen. Although after thinking about it, I wasn't sure why I was all that surprised.

My fathers depression was a side affect from his medication the doctors had prescribed him for managing his violent mood swings. But it had gotten to the point where the depression was overtaking his jumbled mind completely. The pills were only supposed to subdue his rants and rages. Now he was dead, by his own hand even.

The small part of me that morned him was almost nonexistent compared to the growing hatered I had gr him. I would miss him, but he left us abandoned, and it hurt to think about it.

I sat alone on the steps of my porch watching the flashing blue abd red lights on the police car parked at the curb. There was an ambulance too; parked infront of the cop car. I found it pointless to call an ambulance for a dead man. Surly there was someone else, somewhere who was still breathing and need it more than dead father.

The bright flickering lights had drawn a crowd, which was gather on side walk outside my house. I ignored them all. Nosey mother fucker's. They needed to keep their filthy noses out of my business. It seemed like each one of them called my name once, trying to get me to tell them what the he'll was going on.

Fuck, I didn't even know, not really. how could I have known what wad going through my fathers head other then a bullet. There was never any warning or clue that lead up to his suicide. It just happened.

I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them close. If I dwelled on the present to much I felt sick and broken. It didn't help that the neighbors were staring at me or the the fact that my mother hadn't left my fathers side since I told her. I couldn't bring myself to go any farther than the porch though. The images in my head were still too vivid to seet foot inside the old house.

"Tommy?"

I knew that voice; it was deep and gruff, but still kind. I looked up to see the only person who I would even think about talking to in a time like this one.

Monte Pittman.

He pushed through the crowd until he was kneeling in front of me.

"Hey." I said weakly. "What are you doing here?"

I didn't remember calling him, and I knew my mother didn't, she was too upset to even think straight.

"I was on my way home, and I saw the flashing lights." he explain. "Whats going on man?"

I swallowed, fighting back tears. "My dad shot himself." I said flatly.

Monte's focus fell to the pathway benieth his feet. There couldn't have been a worse feeling than the one that came from finding out that your best friend's dad took his own life.

"You don't have to say anything." I told him, hoping to ease the sudden tention. "He was sick." I added.

Behind me, the two EMTs that went inside with the police officer, came out with my fathers lifeless body on a stretcher, covered by a plain white sheet. I felt sick again. My mother, accompanied by the officer came from the house next. Never had I seen my mother in such a state as what she was in now. Her face was dirty with tears and smeared makeup, along with dried blood on her hands and clothes.

Monte and I watched silently as both my mother and my father where loaded into seperate emergency vehicals. The officer helped my mother into her seat, then came over to the two of us.

"Are you Mrs. Ratliff's son?" asked.

I nodded.

"Your mother has to go fill out some forms at the hospital. I can take you with me, or you may stay here."

"I will take him home with me." Monte said before I could answer.

"And who are you?" the police man asked.

"Monte Pittman sir." he said. "Tommy's my best friend."

The man thought moment. "Okay." he paused and just before he turned away, his dark eyes met mine. "I'm sorry about your father."

I gave him a slight smile to show my appreaiation, then he walked away. That was the last time I smiled.

After the comotion had died down, and the air was silent, Monte stood up.

"Come on." he said quietly, holding out his hand.

I took it and got to my feet. My legs felt like jello, and my stomach was still queezy. The air around me seemed hazy, but it was probably just me. My coherency was slipping away slowly. I was tired, hot, angry, sad, hurt, and broken. I had run out of tears hours ago and now i was just numb from all the feelings. A bus could run me over right now and I wouldn't even fucking care. My father sure as hell didn't care what happened to us to stay alive. He was weak. But my mother was so much weaker when it came to him. As an individual, she was as strong as any number of men, but she loved my father so much, that it sofened her. My mother and I had always had a strong relation ship, and it killed me seeing her being loaded into the police car.

With a heavy sigh I emptied my mind of those inane thoughts. The only thing they brought was more sadness.

Monte helped me into his families white pick up truck and as he drove away from the empty house, all I could do was think how much I hated my father.

A/N: okay i know that is a whole lot shorter then what you are used to, but the first few chapters are kinda that way, they will get longer i swear. So yeah leave me a review and/or hit me up on Twitter and let me know what you thought. (reviews make me smile the most! xD) love you guys!

**Next Chapter is in Adams POV so stay tuned!**