That night hardly any of the house went to sleep. It was all very hectic and traumatic and my mind couldn't stop thinking about how upset Tom was.
"Does anyone want anything from the store?" I asked grabbing my keys. There was hardly any food in the house so this was my only option.
"Just the usual please, but what store is going to be open at 3 in the morning?" Daya asked.
"The gas station is opened, so I'm heading there, keep an eye on him guys," I whispered the end part referring to Tom who had finally fell asleep. They all nodded.
"Are you sure you are fine with going on your own," Lizzie asked.
"I'll be fine," I answered.
"I'll come with you, the last thing we need is something happening to you," Lizzie said. I sighed and nodded my head as she put on her shoes and followed me out the door. Once I had at least 4 bags full of food, I drove us both home. There were no cars on the road so we got home pretty quick, and before I had even pulled into the drive way, Both Chris' were screaming for us to hurry up.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I sprinted out the car leaving Lizzie to get the bags.
"It's Tom, he's freaking out, bad" Hemsworth told me. I looked back to Lizzie who was fine with carrying the bags but looked worried about Tom.
"Tom, I'm here, calm down." I told him as he was curled into a little ball in the corner.
"You weren't here, y-you had left," he said wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I couldn't believe how bad this had gotten into his head.
"It's okay. I was getting food." I kissed him softly trying to calm him. Eventually he had fell asleep again, his head buried into the crook of my neck. Everyone stood around watching nervously.
"I swear if you guys go back to that stupid asylum, I will be so angry," I whisper shouted at them, trying to not wake up a peaceful sleeping Tom.
"Don't worry we won't," Hemsworth said as he looked at Tom.
