Some Thing are Better Left in the Dark

Chapter 1

"How many does this make?"

"Ten."

A heavy sigh left the woman's lips as she pinched the bridge of her nose with closed eyes, shaking her head. Tommy rolled his eyes as he slouched in the chair, shoving his hands into his jean pockets with an annoyed scoff. Currently, the blond sat in his worker's office after being brought back to the group from his now tenth family.

If he was being honest (which he DEFINITLY is might he say), this whole thing wasn't even his fault! His stupid foster mother had made a big deal of him being out and calling him ungrateful when all he did was walk to the store to buy juice! JUICE! He’ll admit, he did say some things that were insightful or whatever his worker Jane liked to say.

So what? The bitch deserved and when his foster father (rat bastard he thought with a snarl) decided that they would not keep a, and he quotes, “Thieving, ungrateful, unwanted problem child” Tommy couldn’t agree even more.

So here he was, back to square one with a bruise forming on his arm because that bastard decided to leave his mark. Fucking hell. The blue-eyed teen rolled his eyes as Jane began the same ol’ lecture she gave every time he’s returned to the group home. Tommy tuned her out for the most part, eyes wondering around the office with disinterest, fingers twitching when his gaze passed the picture of Jane and her two-year old son.

He couldn’t remember much about his parents, they were just blurs in his memories when he decides he wants (for some reason not even TOMMY knows why-) try and remember them. No name or face. Just great. One thing was for sure, he remembers being dumped here and left to be tossed to home after home. Tommy frowned at that, only to be brought out of his head when Jane gave a sharp call of his name.

“What? You don’t need to yell woman I’m right fucking here.” He snapped, ignoring the glare he earned from the older, “Well I’ve been calling your name this whole time and you weren’t responding.” She answered with a huff, sliding the folder on her desk closed as she raised a brow at him.

The teen’s frown deepened as he locked eyes with the woman, hating the pity swirling in her orbs. He doesn’t want pity. He wants to leave this damn room, head back to the sad excuse of a room and pack up his shit. After returning from that hellhole, he was over it all. Blinking when the woman let out another deep sigh and her chair sliding out from the desk, Tommy refocused his eyes to see Jane mumbling to herself as she walked towards the door.

Taking that as a cue they were finished talking, the blond grabbed his rag-tag excuse of a backpack and trudged after the woman, stopping and looking down slight to stare at the woman when she placed a hand on his back, “Tommy, I’ve known you since you were five and up to my hip,” she started, her eyes softening and her eyes shone with sadness, “my only wish is that you will find your one true home.” She said softly, patting his back.

Tommy stared down at her with a small frown, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “Yeah, yeah I know Jane. I know...” He muttered, tightening his hold on his bag handle as he walked away and down the hall, ignoring the pitiful gaze of Jane boring into the back of his head.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Tommy groaned, tossing his bag to the side as he flopped down on the bed with a wince. Pulling off his hoodie slowly, trying not to irritate the multiple sore muscles throughout his body. Lightly tracing the blooming blue and black on his upper arm with a small hiss, the boy rolled his eyes and laid back to sprawl out on the bed.

Closing his eyes, Tommy was hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion, adjusting his body so he’d be somewhat comfortable on the all too small bed. Finally finding a spot in which he wasn’t on his arm and he could ACTUALLY sleep, the teen let himself fall into deep sleep.