Somebody That I Used To Know

Lawyer

"Tom?" Molly calls out.

"Yes, dear?"

"Come here. Have you read the articles about last night?"

"Oh, Molly, please don't tell me if they're bad."

"No, no, I wouldn't. Listen to this, Tom Hiddleston took his talent further than just playing Hank Williams. He put on a show at the Ole Country Saloon last night in New York City. Over 70 people attended the show. He sung sings from his album, Stronger, that came out 5 years ago. The actor shared more information but his growing musical career. See! Look, it's good."

"What's this one?"

"Tom Hiddleston's music for people that have suffered mental illness."

"Read it to me." Tom says, looking down at the phone.

"From Anorexia to R-" Molly's face drops. "Well nevermind, dear."

"What? What does it say?"

"Honey, I really don't think that you want to read this one."

"Molly-"

"Um... I'll start after that introducing line. Tom Hiddleston put on a show putting together a shit-show of a setlist. The actor talked about his latest struggles with addiction, depression, anxiety, PTSD, and his eating disorder. These Hollywood people think they have it bad but when you live in a 5 million house, how bad can you really have it? This was a disrespectful show from a very talented actor who was trying to fit in the best he could. No one is doubting the fact that he was held somewhere, but let's be honest, when you live that that, how bad is your life? That's all for the blog today on Celebrity News."

"Tom-"

"Whatever." he whispers. "It's alright."

"Honey, they're... there are always going to be stupid people. I'm sorry that you gave to deal with them."

"They're not stupid, they have a different opinion. I mean, they're not wrong, I am very fortunate."

"Just because you have money doesn't mean that you're not suffering. How much money you have has nothing to do with the amount of trauma that you have. What you went through was disgusting and no one can take that away."

"Thank you." Tom whispers. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. What do you want me comment?"

"Nothing, don't do anything, please, it's not worth it."

"Of course it's worth it."

"I don't want to get into it with someone online."

"I'll get into it, not you."

"My career is already fucked, Mols."

"You had a great performance yesterday."

"I killed someone." Tom snaps. "That'll never go away."

"You did it for self defense, you had no choice."

"Where's Lillian?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to see my daughter."

"Why are you getting snippy right me?"

"My career's over. The show last night was... nice. It was nice to get the adoration I'm used to but it's over. I'm no song writer."

"Your songs are amazing."

"I want to live like a normal person again, not this."

"It's okay, honey."

"I need a walk." Tom says and gets up from the bed.

"I'll go with you."

"No thank you."

"Tom-"

"I want to be alone."

"Well I want to go with you."

"I'm going to see a friend, actually. I'm going to drive."

"A friend? Which friend?"

"Denise's boyfriend is a lawyer, he can get me out of contracts."

"You need to think about this. You'll never not be famous."

"If I disappear, they have no one to talk about."

"Thomas-"

"I've made up my mind."

"Wait a minute,"

Tom grabs his keys on the nightstand and jogs down the stairs.

"Daddy?" Lily asks while playing on her tablet.

"Yes, Lils?" Tom replies.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to talk to someone, that's all. I'll be back in a bit."

"Are you leaving for a long time again?"

"No, no, I'll be back soon."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Tom gets in the car and begins to drive to Denise's. He knocks on the door and Denise answers. Her eyes are red and puffy.

"Um, is... is this a bad time?"

"No," she groans, wiping her face. "Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that question instead. What happened?"

"Come in. Do you want a coffee or something?"

"No, thank you what happened?"

"Tim's a fucking asshole, that's what he is. He just... ugh, I'm sorry. Nevermind. What do you need?"

"I'm sorry to hear about Tim. I'll get going."

"No, no, why are you here?"

"I was going to ask for some legal help but... uh, I'll get another lawyer."

"It's fine. What do you need from him?"

"Uh, I need to make sure that my contracts are voided."

"Sure. I mean, he's a fucking asshole but... I'll help. I mean, he'll help. I can write down his number for you."

"No, really, it's alright. I'm sorry that he hurt you."

"What are you going to do? She isn't even pretty."

"She?"

"His girlfriend, she's not pretty. I'm not one for judging people on their appearance but she knows what she did."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Do you want that number?"

"No, but I will take up your offer for that coffee."