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A/N just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read this! I know its not many people but I'm still very grateful 

Tommy's POV

One

I hear him tread the first step

Two

Another

Three

The smell of alcohol is stronger now

Four

And not just alcohol

Five

Other scents linger

Six

He smells like misery

Seven

Hopelessness

Eight

Pain

Nine

My head is throbbing

Ten

My bruises ache

Eleven

My cuts sting

Twelve

My breath hitches in my throat

Thirteen

Even my breath has left me now

The hallway floor creaks slightly as he moves along it. His feet shuffle slightly, but his steps are loud. The carpet outside my door does nothing to disguise the sound of his footsteps. Harsh and angry, unstable and dangerous.
I'm not breathing. He's right outside the door. Maybe he'll go away if I'm silent. Maybe I should hide.

"Tommy."

I can't hide.

"Tommy. I know you're in there. You can't pretend."

His voice is low, menacing. Quiet. He's more dangerous when he's quiet. Angrier.

"Oh, Tommy..."

I can hear him smile. I can't see him, but I can tell. Its a cruel smile. A cruel smile for a cruel face. A cruel man.

"Don't even try. I can tell what you're thinking. If you're quiet, maybe I'll leave."

He's right. I did think that. But I know I'm wrong.

"Stupid little Tommy. You should know by now..."

Stupid. I'm just stupid.

"This is what you deserve."

The door opens.
My father stands, hulking figure framed by the door. A sadistic smile adorns his face. He enjoys this.

As he should. You deserve it. Its only fair that you get what you deserve.

The voice. Maybe it's right this time.

What I deserve...

I've heard that so many times. I wondered if it was true.

My father steps towards me. He's still smiling.

"F..father?"
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them.

Maybe he didn't hear me?

Of course he heard you, you idiot.

He stops. Looks at me, eyes like thunder. He's not smiling anymore.

"What did you just call me?"

I-uh-i don't know I'm sorry I didn't mean it it was an accident I just," I stutter.

"WHAT," he's getting angrier. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME?"

"F-father?" I whisper, tripping over my words in terror.

As soon as I've said it, his fist rips forward into my mouth. My head snaps backwards, and I feel a sharp ache pulse through my jaw. My mouth tastes metallic, something I'm all too familiar with by now.

"Never, I repeat, NEVER, call me that again," he hisses through clenched teeth. Blood stains his knuckles, but it's not his. I try to nod, but I'm too weak, filled half with pain and half with terror. He slams forward and pins my head to the wall. My throat is on fire, choking coughs slip through my mouth. He punches my stomach, and I collapse against his grip as he throws me to the floor, kicking, punching, I can't even tell anymore. Black spots drift around my vision, red and black is everywhere. I start to drift into unconsciousness, but before I'm gone completely, I hear his low growl as he walks out the door.

"I'm not your father. I never was, and I never will be."
The door slamming shut is the last thing I hear before darkness overtakes me.

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