21 Danny's POV

I couldn't... Tom thought this? His wife had convinced him of this? she had done this to him, made him think all those horrible things, change his behaviour, make him think that he would lose his son, even when he was doing the best he could possibly do? What kind of woman was she? How could she be so cruel?

I'd always... she had always been so nice to us. Seemed so normal. She had been a laugh; we'd all gotten along so well with her. I always thought of her as a really nice person, a good match for Tom, he had seemed so happy with her, always so happy. They'd been happy, laughing, joking together. I couldn't believe that behind closed doors she was filling Tom's head with so many awful thoughts. I would have never have thought it of her, she'd seemed so nice, a genuinely good human being.

"Tom," I whispered, unsure on what the hell to say to this. I was utterly speechless at it all.

"None of that is true, you're... you're not anything she said to you." Harry tried to say, the words came out incredibly quietly.

"They, they are. I-I can't... I'm not good, at this, any of this." Tom shook his head. Buzz had calmed down at some point, but was still looking incredibly upset, clinging to his dad's shirt. I hoped to God he wouldn't remember any of this in the future.

"You're, you're not. She, I have no idea why she said all those things, but they're not true." I argued gently, hoping Tom would believe it, or at least start to. He couldn't continue believing this, that he was incapable of anything.

"I-It is, please don't lie to me. I'm not... Please don't lie to me." Tom pleaded, he was so scared, he looked so scared.

"We're not, Tom I swear we're not lying. You aren't useless, or anything like that. Everything she said wasn't true in the slightest." I promised, Tom was brilliant, at everything. He was so hard working, and caring, and simply brilliant. Nobody should have ever told him anything different.

But Tom believed it, really, truly believed it, and nothing we said would change his mind. He was absolutely certain of everything his wife had told him, and was still certain that we were going to take Buzz away from him. He was refusing to move from his spot against the wall, wouldn't go anywhere else with us to talk about this properly, or do anything but cling to Buzz and refuse to believe us.

"Okay, how about if we all calm down and go to bed, it's late, we all need sleep." Harry suggested, hands up in innocence.

Tom's eyes widened, pulling Buzz closer to himself again.

"We won't take Buzz; honestly, we won't even go near him." I promised, Tom didn't look convinced.

"Lock the door, so we can't get in, if that makes you feel better." Dougie spoke up again, his poor face, he looked horrendously panicked. I didn't blame him in the slightest.

"I... I will be." Tom still didn't look entirely convinced.

"Okay then, we'll see you in the morning, and then we need to talk about this." I was dreading the talk, finding out more about this, and how the hell we were going to sort this out. Could we sort this out? It seemed like Tom's beliefs were thoroughly cemented in his head, so could we really sort this out? I doubted it.

I couldn't sleep that night, so busy thinking about this, about how bad this situation had turned. I had thought that it was the divorce, combined with Tom's bipolar causing this; at least I had hoped it was. But this was worse, so much worse, than first thought. Tom's wife had been abusing him, had been treating him like dirt, filling his head with awful things. How was that possibly...? How could she have done that to him? How could she have possibly done this? Why would she do this? I didn't understand why the hell anybody would do this to anyone; let alone why anybody would do this to Tom.

He was such a sweet human being, did so much for us all. He had always looked after us, and worked so hard. And with Buzz, oh he was perfect with Buzz. He was the best father I had ever seen. He was incredibly attentive to him, gave him everything the little boy wanted. Before this, he'd always spend as much time with Buzz as possible, whether that be playing with him, reading with him, or simply just holding him all the time. Tom was a great father, and an even better human being. He did not deserve this treatment in the slightest. And I had no idea on how to fix this. How any of us where going to fix this.

Was there even a way to fix this?