Thomas sat in his father's office, waiting for him to come back from 'lunch'. Stacie wasn't killed this morning; she was killed yesterday by the rigor that had set in her body. Killed by the copycat, no doubt. The Crimson Artist has left nothing for them in two days, and now his father wanted to talk about his living conditions. Great…
Once his father came in and sat down in his chair, he got straight to the point.
"Where are you staying?" Mr. McCallister demanded.
"With this angel named Benjamin Atlin." Thomas gave a dreamy sigh.
"Oh, Tommy. Can't you fall in love with a girl? What about the blonde you're partners with? When something goes wrong, don't you even think of running back to me. Pathetic. Just wait till your mother hears. And Francine she'll be so disappointed." The older man huffed out.
"Nothing bad will happen." Thomas replied standing up angrily.
"If that's what you think, bring him over for dinner sometime. I'd love to see what kind of bastard has you acting this way." His father called to him as he reached the door.
"Yeah, sure." Thomas called back. He walked out of the office, walking past Francine, his stepmother who was heavily pregnant.
Thomas unlocked the door to the apartment, finding it eerily quiet. Thomas frowned, he was hoping to spend some time with Benji, get to know him better. Curiosity got the best of him, and he walked towards the room that was transformed into an art studio. Thomas gasped, eyes going wide.
There he found a little curled up Benji, who cried into his knees.