Hold me tonight.

Where do I go?

 It's been hours since Tom left, I paced up and down the hallway waiting for him to come back. The door opened and I held my breath hoping that it was Tom.

When I saw that it was my Dad I sighed. 

"Where's Tom? His bike is gone" he asked confused.

"He uhm..left" I murmured.

"He what?" he questioned,"he has nowhere else to go" he frowned.

  "Maybe his parents came home early" I said.

"They're not coming back" my Dad sighed. 

"Wait, what?" I gasped taking in what he had just said.

  "Jessica, they're not coming back" he repeated, "just leave it at that" He said and walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.

"When did you find this out? I asked not listening to him telling me to drop it.  "When he moved in, it's complicated" he replied.

"Do your best to explain it" I said sitting on the stool.

Sighing he continued, "Toms parents abused him" 

My jaw dropped and I stuttered, "they what?" 

"They abused him all of his life, Dear." he continued "I moved him in here to give him a chance of normality for when he was ready to venture out on his own. Tom blamed himself and turned into a troublesome kid" he confessed.

"Why did you warn me to stay away from him? I asked.

"I'm afraid that he will follow in his parents footsteps and lash out at you" he breathed out.

"He knows how it feels to be beaten on, Dad he won't put anyone through that pain" I said. 

"We don't know that" he replied, "Just don't become more than friends with him, it's an order" he said flatly. 

"An order?" I said raising my eyebrow.

"I forbid you to see him" he hissed.

"You can't tell me what to do" I shout at him.

"I am your father and you will listen to me!" he roared.

"Get stuffed!" I screamed in his face and stormed out of the kitchen grabbing my car keys.

"And just where do you think you're going?" he growled.

"None of your business" I screamed and ran to my car. 

I drove out of the garden, raced down the road and glanced in my mirror to see my Dad standing outside kicking the bins.

I have no idea where I'm going but I'm not going back there.

"Tom" I thought, I wonder where he is. I drove for a good while, it started to get dark and I pulled my car over to think a bit. I was in a random neighbourhood that I wasn't familiar with. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried. I have never fought with my Dad like that. I wiped my eyes sometime later and drove around to find a shop. I really need gas or I would be stranded in the middle of nowhere for the night. Finally a garage was in sight, I pulled over and filled up my tank.

  I was walking to pay when I bumped into someone. I apologised and looked up,

"Tom" I gasped and threw my arms around him. 

"What are you doing in this side of town?" he asked pulling me off of him.

"I was just driving around for a bit" I replied. 

"In this neighbourhood?" he frowned.

"I may have got lost" I admitted.

"Were you crying?" he asked.

"No" I sniffed. "I'm so sorry" he gasped, "I didn't mean to make you cry"

"You didn't" I sighed.

"Then who did? He questioned.

"It's nothing" I started and turned to my car only to be whipped back around by Tom.

"Tell me" he said.

"I had a fight with my Dad" I sobbed. I couldn't help it, I never fight with my Dad the tears just escaped. "Hey..hey, it's okay" he soothed wrapping his arms around me. I buried my face in his shoulder and inhaled his scent. "What was it about?" He asked rubbing my back. "He told me to stay away from you" I sniffed. 

"Why was that a problem?" he questioned. 

"It's pretty cold" I said.

"We should get out of here" he stated looking around at the beat up old neighbourhood.

"Where's your motorbike?" I asked

"Ran out of petrol a few miles back" he replied.

"I will give you a lift back and we can pick it up tomorrow" I nodded.

"Sure" he smiled and removed his arms from around me so we could walk back to the car. We both slide into the car and I pulled out from the gas station and drove along the road ahead.

"I'm sorry about earlier" I mumbled while clenching the steering wheel at my stupidity for saying that to him.

"It's fine, honestly" he replied.

"But it's not" I said. He stared out the window and didn't reply.

"My Dad told me about your parents" I muttered nervously.

"So now you know" he said, "hate me already?"  I jammed on the brakes and threw both of us forward slightly. "What the-" Tom started and I cut him off. "Hate you?!" I gasped, "you did nothing wrong" I half screamed.

"they abused you" I said, "the both of them" I murmured and cut off. We sat in silence until I whispered "How can you possibly be okay?" 

"I'm a big boy, I wasn't exactly the perfect son" he muttered.

"That's no reason for them abusing you" I whispered and sagged my shoulders. He leaned over and put his arm around me, "it's okay" he whispered stroking my hair.

"why are you comforting me?" I asked, "it should be me comforting you" I cursed myself.

"Don't be silly" he whispered turning my face towards his, "I like comforting you, it gives me a reason to hold you" he confessed.

I stuttered on the words that just wouldn't come out, I gave up and leaned towards him and kissed him softly. He stiffened for a moment but relaxed and welcomed my kiss. He pulled away after a minute. "are you sure you want to do that?" he asked resting his forehead against mine. 

"I'm positive" I replied and kissed the tip of his nose. He smiled and returned the same kiss. 

"me too" he whispered. 

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She disobeyed her Dad D: was it for the right reasons though?