Ok this is my first chaptered story on here so please review to let me know if it's any good.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own McFly, unfortunately.


Tom

I had a bad, bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked home from school. I was feeling sick. I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong, but I had no idea what. I was shaking with nerves as I walked up the drive to my house, and I slowly opened the front door. I entered the house and everything was eerily quiet.

"Mum?" I called out. No answer. I entered the kitchen, where she usually was when I arrived home. I gasped when I saw her on the ground, back leaning against the counters crying her eyes out.

"Mum! What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling beside her.

"T-Tom, it's y-your dad." She sniffed, looking straight at me with tear filled eyes.

"What about him?" I had a horrible feeling I already knew the answer, seeing the state she was in. I fought against the urge to throw up.

"He's gone, Tom. D-dead."


Dougie

I was home alone, once again. My dad was never home, always out, doing whatever the hell he did for a living. I had no idea what his job was, and I didn't really care. He got us money, and that's the only thing that mattered really, he brought us food and shelter, even though what he did was probably illegal... probably something to do with drugs...

Mum was mental. She was a drunk. She was always out in the pub, getting pissed out of her mind and then come home and pass out either next to the toilet or by the front door, depends how far she could go.

What do I do with myself when my wonderful parents were out being them? I usually hung out on the streets, got myself into trouble. I'm what middle class folk call 'a troubled child' y'know, one of those people that the police know by name, that was constantly at the police station, that usually drinks, smokes, does drugs and got poor innocent girls pregnant and then leave them.

Ok... so I do a half of those... but I swear I've never done drugs or gotten a girl pregnant! And I've never got shit faced! I won't turn out like the loser my mum is! To be honest, the only reason I get into so much trouble with the cops is because of the peer pressure my so called 'mates' give me.

So I'm home alone right now, sitting in my room, hugging myself trying to keep warm. My parents are too busy with their shit lives to pay the heating bill, or any kind of bills to be honest. I'm just waiting for the day we're evicted.

I was surprised to hear a knocking at the door. I got up off of my old, creaky bed and walked towards the front door. There was the familiar flashing of the police car's lights outside. Oh God. My stomach flipped. What have they found out about now...

I nervously opened the door and I saw the familiar face of Officer Sanders smiling sadly at me.

"Dougie, I'm afraid I have bad news." He began, "Your father's been arrested... for murder."