FAMILIES ALWAYS HAVE YOUR BACK

CHAPTER ONE

MY NAME IS Tom Holland. I'm a 16 year old boy who lives in New York. My family and I currently moved to New York from London. I have two protective brothers that I care for deeply, though I never tell them that.
I have an older brother named Harry. He's protective as heck (I know I must've already stated that) but he's in his early 20's and has short dark brown hair with dark brown eyes. He mostly wears black: a black hoodie, black shirt, black, pants etc.
My younger brother, Sam or Sammy as I like to call him, is thirteen and has a blue Jodie and a red shirt and denim jeans. He's also protective but not as protective as Harry or my jerk father.
My father is a jerk. He works with the Government and well hardly lets me out of the house unless if it's for school or hanging out with my friends: Zeyndya, Jacob, and Harrison Osterfield. My mother died in a car crash a few years ago and it's been hard on my father. He's been drinking beer, staring at his computer working nonstop. Even though he's a jerk, I worry about him.
I wince when he slams his computer mouse on the desk, sighing in frustration. I slowly open his door, which he forbids me to do, and gulp. My father looks exhausted. He has bags under his eyes and his brown hair all messed up.
"Dad?" I ask, cautiously. "A-Are you alright?"
"What are you doing up, Tom? It's too early. Not time for school. Go back to bed," he says simply.
"I...I can't sleep..." I tell him. And it's true.
I've been having nightmares about death. Someone taking me and my brothers and torturing us and killing us. I shiver just thinking about it.
Dad sighs heavily. "Go to your brothers. I don't have time for this Tom."
"Ok..." I reply, uncertain. I turn and gently closed the door. I sigh heavily as I fiddle with heart shaped locket that my Mom gave me before the...incident.
I trudge back to bed and fell asleep, knowing that I would wake up with yet another nightmare.