(A/N: Sorry for the extreme shortness, but it's an update right?)
"Las personas locas saben su loco."
"Crazy people know their crazy."
Elise and Alyssa stood up quickly hearing yelling from the den where Psymon and Tom were. As they were about to rush in Melissa held them back, "Elise you shouldn't see this ok? Just wait in here." The twins sat her down and tried not to listen to the yelling.
Psymon opened his eyes cautiously. He was inside his grandmothers house again and decided he was safe. "Dad?" he called quietly staring at the ceiling. Tom jerked his head toward Psymon and saw the frightened expression on his face.
Psymon started yelling for his dad louder and louder and began to cry. Tom rushed over and pulled his son into a tight hug. "Psymon what's wrong?"
Psymon words were shaky and muffled, "He came back for me! He's gunna kill me! Help me please!"
Denise heard Psymon yelling and rushed out, no one was stopping her this time. She saw Tom cradling him and stopped watching. Tom asked, "Who Psymon?"
"He pushed me off the roof, he's gunna kill me!"
Grandma Combs ushered everyone out immediately, this was a very private matter. She then ran a wash cloth under cool water and brought it back.
Denise ran her fingers through his hair trying to calm him down. She went out on a limb and asked, "Psymon who was on the roof with you?"
"Dom, my biological father. He was here, he tried to kill me are you listening?!"
"Psymon, that was me on the roof with you, don't you remember?"
Psymon just stared blankly at him. "No… no. He was here."
Tom stayed calm as possible to not startle him anymore. "It's ok, your totally 100% safe. I think you got really scared and your mind was playing tricks on you. Its ok now, no one is going to hurt you."
Psymon noticed the bruises on Tom, "That was you on the roof with me?" Tom nodded yes, "I'm going crazy?"
Denise instantly wrapped her arms around him and wiped away his tears, "No hunny, you're not crazy, no."
Psymon laid back down as Grandma Combs placed the cool clothe on his head to cool him down. Tom stood, 'No wonder he tried to kill me' he thought to himself.
"I don't understand, he was right in front of me," Psymon said, "I heard his voice and everything."
Denise listened to him. He spoke like this someone was so horrible and evil. Denise was very thankful her and Tom took Psymon away from the horror of his old family. Her son was obviously scarred and haunted by this man.
Psymon was laid back down as Denise combed her fingers through his hair to put him to sleep. The girls then crept in as the rest of the family dispersed around the house for some quiet time. Elise sat down on the floor next to him and held his hand. Denise smiled, "Eeverythings ok now."
Within the next few hours as the snow slowed significantly and the streets were being plowed, the family had comforted Psymon the best they could. They told him he'd be ok and nobody thought any differently of him. Even though the streets were somewhat drivable the Combs would stay one more night.
Psymon and Elise sat in the room they were in last night. They just sat on the floor cross legged holding hands. "It's getting worse," he said, "I'm going insane, this isn't normal."
"I think your over reacting. Just think positive or your gunna make yourself crazy."
"I really don't think you understand. I have a good grip now… but I don't know how much longer I gunna be able to hold on."
She saw the anger, the disappointment, and even the fear in his blue eyes. And felt some fear herself. Was she convincing him he wasn't crazy? Or herself?