Guess who I don't own! :)

Tom

It had been three months since that day when my mum told me the news that my father had died. Shortly afterwards we found out that he didn't just simply die, he was murdered. The mere thought made me pale and sick. I couldn't believe it! My dad was murdered!

Apparently he was looking for a short cut to work so he went through a street most people tend to avoid. It was the roughest part of the town, what people from school call Crackstreet, since most the people living there are completely stoned or pissed drunk most the time. So, according to the police, something made my dad leave the car and walk up to these men... next thing you know, they had beaten him up, and left him to bleed to death.

Mum and I were invited to listen to the men who beat him up's court hearing or whatever the hell it was. I gasped when I entered the court room and actually saw the four men who did it. It took every once of power I had not to go up to them and do to them what they did to my father. I wanted revenge, but I knew better and I took my seat quietly and looked at the rest of the people in the room. Some of them were obviously the murderers' families. There were two people who stood out for me though, there was a woman who looked completely drunk and a boy who looked younger than me who looked ashamed to be there.

The court was over pretty quickly, the four men found guilty of murder, and mum and I couldn't wait to leave. On the way out I stopped, seeing the boy that I saw earlier arguing with the woman, who was probably his mum.

"Please, Dougie I need you." the woman was begging, looking distressed. The boy, who I took to be Dougie was looking at her disgustedly.

"Yeah, I know! You've always needed me! It has never been the other way 'round! You're a shit mother. Dad was better than you, even if he's a fucking murderer." I shuddered as he said that. "At least he provided for us. Guess what, we'll be evicted any fucking day now, you won't get a job and probably die of alcohol poisoning, but I won't be there. You can fucking deal on your own!" I was shocked to hear someone talk to their own mother like that!

"Dougie!" the woman screamed as 'Dougie' walked away from her.

He angrily turned around. "No, mum! I'm leaving! I don't want to deal with your alcoholic arse! I've had enough." he spat and ran.

I was shocked, I couldn't believe that someone would leave his own mother like that! Where was he going to go? I stared at the mother who was crying her drunk heart out. I guess I can kinda see why he would abandon her, though...

Dougie

I ran home as fast as I could. I had to leave, I couldn't deal with this anymore. I'm a fucking loser now, the son of a fucking over-emotional alcoholic and a murderer. I ran to my room in the small flat and packed a bag full of clothes and stuff. I then ran to the kitchen and found my mum's bag that she had stupidly left home that day and found her purse. I took all the money she had - which wasn't a lot, and left.

I made my way to the train station that wasn't too far away and took the first train to London.