We Saved Each Other (Tommyinnit)

2-Regret

⚠️Tw⚠️
Abuse
Death

Tommy's POV

It was around two o'clock when I heard the front door open. I knew it was my father coming home from work. I shivered at the thought of my dad finding some way to punish me. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my dad close the front door.

I quickly rushed around my room putting away everything that was out and making my bed. Satisfied with my room I laid on my bed starring at the ceiling. My peaceful moment was quickly ended when my father came in the room dramatically.

He looked down at me and I examined his face. His eyes were bloodshot and red, his hair was messy and uneven and his face was messily shaved. I stopped focusing on my fathers face and my my heart dropped. One of his hands held a can of beer and the other... held a belt.

3rd person POV

He wobbly walked into Tommy's room and placed his beer on Tommy's dresser.  Tommy just sat on his bed quietly and didn't dare to say a word. His father walked up to him and crouched down so he was at eye level with tommy.

Tommy's father reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He pulled up an article and placed his phone in front off tommy for him to see read. The first thing tommy read was "after many different discussions it was decided that charges for the Betty simons death with be placed on the driver"

Tommy looked up at his father with eyes of confusion. His father's look quickly turned from calm to frustrated. He slapped Tommy across the face and sighed. "Since your too dumb your to dump to notice, this poor man is getting punished for your idiotic skew up.

Tommy looked up at his father and nodded. Clearly not appreciating the silence, Tommys dad grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall. "Now boy, repeat after me" he said in a sinister smile.

"You are weak"

"I am week"

"You are worthless"

"I am worthless"

"You killed your mother"

"I k-killed m-m-my mother"

"Good" Tommy quietly let our a breath of relief. "But remember the only reason you aren't getting beat right know is because I need to get to the bar" Tommy dad said with a smile. He left the room and Tommy grunted as he tried to move. He knew that his father pinning him to the wall with such strength would leave a bruise.

Time skip
Tommy's POV

I grabbed my journal and opened to the current date. Before writing I thought to myself about the day.
The second my father showed me that article a new feeling was inside of me. When it came to the topic of thy mother's death I always felt sad or angry. But today I felt a different feeling. One that I feel every time I think back to when I kicked that ball on the road, when I stepped into traffic,  ... when my mother died.

Regret.