Thomas Jack Gibson-Severide

Beaten

Follow on from Angry

Thomas pov
I'm fucked. I put the key in and opened the door. I was welcomed by the awful stench of alcohol and cigarettes. I ran upstairs tucking Kiara into bed.
Mom: (slurring) Thomas Jack Gibson get your ass down them stairs right now!
I went downstairs to the front room where mom and Michael were.
Mom: (slurring) why did I get a call from school?
I didn't say anything
Michael: (slurring) your mom is talking to you
Thomas: why are you getting involved? You're not my dad maybe you should be looking after your own kid
Michael: what did you say?
Thomas: I'm not in the mood for your bullshit
Michael punched me round the face.
Mom: you still didn't answer my question?
Thomas: I got into a fight and Uncle Kelly had to pick me up. Shay checked me over.
Mom: (slurring) 2 weeks
Thomas: I'm sorry
Mom: (slurring) you never learn
Michael: maybe you need to be taught a lesson.
Michael pushed me full force into the wall. Mom threw the vodka bottle at my head.
Mom: (slurring) why did I get stuck with a hyperactive little shit like you

She shoved me into the opposite wall and my head literally bounced off. She looked me in the eyes and I didn't recognise the person staring at me. This person wasn't my mom. My mom used to protect me from getting hurt now she's the one hurting me.
Michael shoved me into the wall
Mom: you're such a disappointment and waste of space. You have ruined my life.
Thomas: I fucking hate you. I want my mom back not this monster.
I was thrown to the ground and stamped on. Small footsteps ran down the stairs into the living room
Kiara: Tommy!
Michael: get back upstairs now!
Kiara didn't move. Michael stepped towards her and went to grab her.
Thomas: Don't!
I jumped up and put myself in between them. I ignored the stabbing pain shooting through my body
Thomas: lay a hand on her and I'll kill you

I turned to Kiara.
Thomas: hey kee I'm fine.
Kiara: your hurt
Thomas: it's okay. How about you go watch a film?
Kiara: lay in your bed?
Thomas: sure
Kiara then went back upstairs

Michael just started punching and head butting me. I fell back onto the floor. They both carried on laying in to me.
James: I-I'm sorry. I'll be good. Mom please I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please
Mom: shut up
They finally had enough grabbed another beer and did another line of coke before leaving the house.

I couldn't move. My head was pounding. My body was in so much pain. My ribs felt like they were on fire. The pounding in my head was getting worse and everything began to feel slow and glitchy. I suddenly got a fuzzy weird feeling in my head. Darkness took over.
After some time I regained consciousness and my body aches and my head was pounding. My trousers felt wet and that's when I realised I wet myself. What the hell.
I painfully made my way upstairs to the bathroom and cleaned myself in the shower. Getting rid of all the blood and pee. I got dressed and went to check on Kiara. She had fallen asleep. I passed out in bed.

The next morning
I woke up and a whole wave of pain shot through my body.
Thomas: ah fuck
I got ready just putting on a Nike tracksuit and a pair of crocs.
I went downstairs and mom was in the kitchen and Kiara was at the table ready for school and eating breakfast.
Kiara: morning Tommy
Thomas: morning kee
Kiara: they hurted you
Thomas: I'm fine kee don't worry
Mom: I'm so so sorry
Thomas: fuck off
Mom: Thomas please
Thomas: Your only sorry when your sober and then you do it again and again. I literally had to put myself between Michael and Kiara because I thought he'd hit her. You will always put the drugs and alcohol before us. Kiara shouldn't be living like this. It's traumatising her. Everything makes her anxious. Loud noises. Sudden movement. It's all your doing. I don't care that you batter me but I'm warning you now either of you lay a hand on Kiara you won't like what will happen
Mom: is that so?
Thomas: try me