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Finally there is the chapter about Tom (yeah, I know, it took long enough).

When I started this little stories I wanted it to end at this point but some people asked me to write another chapter, so I try as soon as an idea comes to my mind and I´ve got the time. Probably I will try to write a chapter about Sarah, because I was asked for that.

So enjoy the chapter, I decided that it´s for my father(who will never read it), because he got a ticket tonight because he parked wrong because the "no parking" sign faced the wall and not the street and you could not see it in the dark and I think it´s just good that it´s a chapter about Tom then.

Everybody hurts

The door slammed shut and a pair of feet ran upstairs until the next door could be heard.

Tom Baker sighed, his eyes still focused on the plan for the training next morning. With being the father of twelve children he had learnt that sometimes, most of the times, it was the best to ignore the teenage problems, because if you not the best ending would be that a pillow lands in your face and a angry kid in his teens would scream at you like hell to let go and leave it alone with its problems.

So he tried to focus on work again and to ignore the sobs coming out of the room next to his.

After something that seemed like five minutes he let go. It was impossible to concentrate while hearing one of his own kids crying in its room.

But instead a picture of the person lying on the bed and crying its heart out came to his mind.

He let out another sigh before sitting up and stepping onto the floor.

As far as he could figure it out the crying came out of Jake´s room. God, he had not heard Jake cry since something that seemed like five years. Jake almost was a man now and he really behaved like one, including the "nothing hits me"-thing.

He hit the door with a soft knock before he opened the door and stunned by what he saw.

There on his bed laid Jake crying. Jake had never been tall and now, collapsed on his bed, he looked like a little, hurt dog.

When he noticed someone was in the room, he suddenly stopped and held his breath, watching his father like he would be a ghost.

Tom forced himself to smile and he had no idea why it took so long to bring out a simple "hey".

Then after a few more seconds of shock he walk towards his son and started to speak again.

"What´s wrong?"

"Nothing Dad." As if he would not see a lie when it was dancing in front of him naked.

"You cried!" He did not want to say that as loud as he did and he recognized Jake flinch.

"It´s okay, Dad. Really. I am fine."

Jake´s voice made Toms heart wrench.

He tried to speak as calm as he could with a small smile on his lips.

"You can tell me, Jake. I´m your Dad."

The clock on the wall ticked and it was a sticky atmosphere. He really wondered when he had stopped being so close with his kids but then again he knew it was always the same, they were teens, young adults and he had been through the same five times before Jake. He could do this.

"It´s okay. I will calm down now, okay?"

"I think we should talk about because...just because it´s better if we do." He was too funny for that. The work of serious talks was always done by Kate, but she was not here at the moment. A simple talk with no sense, that was his business. Not trying to figure out what was wrong with his eighteen years old son who was crying.

If he was honest, Jake and he had drifted apart the last years more then he wanted to realise. Jake was not in football or other sports. Jake like a bit baseball once for a while when he was in the mood, but most time he was skating or listening to music. Nothing Tom could share. It was not bad, Tom always loved the diversity of his children, how special every kid was, but now he realized, that he did not know one real thing about Jake. He did not know his friends, or his favorite movie, or what he would like to do on his birthday. For being his son, he was a stranger.

Tom bit his lip and wondered if it was only Jake he did not know, or if it were his other children, too, and he could not give an exact answer.

With a few steps Tom had reached the bed and sat down next to his boy.

"I think we should talk."

Jake shrugged.

"Something happened in school?"

"Had an argument with Cameron."

"You´ve got a girlfriend?"

Jakes head snapped up and then he shook it. "No, he´s my best friend Dad, but you don´t know him, so stop asking."

"Hmm. And what was the argument about?"

Jake whipped with his foot. "I can not remember how it started, but ...it was pretty bad."

"And?"

"He...Dad he said he would no longer be my friend. That we were done."

"He said you two were done, but you do not know why?"

"Don´t want to talk about the reason, okay?"

"Okay, so", Tom hesitated a moment, "you think that you two are done?"

"He said so."

Okay, so he was not the best talker when it came to feelings, but it seemed that Jake was really his son in that point. There was a huge silence in which neither said a word until Jake spoke on his own.

"He said...other things. I wouldn´t have thought they could hurt so much. He said things about me, Dad, I did not know friends talk to you like that."

"I...you know Jake, bad words are said and everybody´s hurt sometimes and everybody hurts sometime, but I am sure if you two are best friends, you can go through this and everything will be okay."

"Perhaps." Jake hesitated a while. "I am a wimp, aren´t I?" (A.N.:Is the language correct here?)

Tom had to smile. "No. You´re not. It´s okay."

"But I cried."

"Everyone cries once in a while when he´s hurt. Such things happens. And after it, you feel better and perhaps you got strong enough to call this...what was his name?"

"Cameron."

"To call Cameron. God, we really need to speak more often, Jake." He did not even know the name of his son´s best friend.

"Why?"

"Does feel right, Jake. It feels right."