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Y/N's POV, February 16th 1999

Tommy had been released from jail two days ago and I was taking it upon myself today to go and see him. Like I said, he wasn't himself when I saw him in prison and I don't want him to think nobody cares because so many people do.

Tommy was always someone who got back up whenever he was knocked down, he was always bubbly and enthusiastic even if shit was going down but this time, he wasn't getting back up. I think he was still in shock from everything and kinda traumatised from his experience in jail and with Pamela basically just ditching him, leaving him hanging.

Tommy being sad was against the laws of nature, I had to help him. I might not be able to do a lot but at least I can be there for him.

He really tried to convince himself Pamela was the one and when that came crashing down around him I think it's just crushed him a little.

I'd just arrived on Tommy's driveway, he knew I was here. He had to buzz me in so I could get through the gate, he didn't say anything to me though when he did buzz me in, he just did it.

I got out my car and walked up to Tommy's front door, only having to knock twice before the door got opened revealing a dishevelled Tommy Lee.

My heart broke for him because he looked so lost and that was hurting me to see.

Tommy looked at me when he opened the door and I looked back at him offering him a small smile "Hey... thought I'd check in, make sure you were okay... do you mind? If you do and you'd rather be alone then I'll go."

Tommy shook his head wordlessly, reaching and pulling me into the house, closing the door and then just hugging me "S-stay." He whispers with his voice shaking "I need you to stay."

"Then I'll stay." I assured, running a hand over his back "It's okay, Tommy. It's all gonna be okay."

"Nothing's okay." He sniffles and I sighed softly, squeezing the drummer a little before letting him go, but as soon as I ended the hug I took his hand into mine and I pulled him through his house to his living room and sat him down on couch instantly going over to the table a few feet away from the TV had that glasses and alcohol bottles on it, grabbing two of the glasses and pouring some whiskey into each glass.

Tommy watched my every move and never once spoke. The moment I had the drinks, I made my way back to the couch, I handed Tommy the whiskey and sat down with my own drink, making sure I was as close to Tom as I could knowing he needed that physical assurance he wasn't on his own. Tommy let his head fall onto my shoulder and we just sat in silence.

I put a hand into his hair and massage his scalp softly, I did this for five minutes before the younger man spoke up, his voice scratchy and tired "I don't know how everything went so wrong... but everyone tried to tell me, tried to tell me that everything was going to explode in my face."

"You thought we were wrong... and we did want to be wrong."

"I didn't think you were wrong... which is why I'm so disappointed in myself. I did this to myself. I knew you were right about the relationship... I knew you were but I just-... I wanted someone. I want what you and Nikki have. I should have listened, Pam and I weren't good for each other, now because I didn't listen everything's gone to shit."