Temptations

Chapter 11

Tommy's P.O.V
I wake up at 10am. "Shit"', I muffle into my pillow. Already late for my second week of school. I'm already an hour and a half late for school, why bother showing up now. I decided to stay in my bed as there is no point in getting up. I open my laptop and continue watching an episode of the office. It's the best distraction for all the stuff going on in my life right now. The shit happening with Maddie and Cynthia is on my mind, and my dumbass of a father in hospital isn't making anything any better. He was a horrible father my whole life and I hate him for it but that doesn't mean I want him to die, I want to beat him till he coughs blood, but that's where my fantasies end. I'm a pretty messed up person but I don't take things that far - most of the time. I watch the office till about 1 pm, then finally persuade myself to get out of bed and try to do something semi productive. Brushing my teeth might be a good start. I don't have the energy to walk to the kitchen across my house and get food, I'd much rather sleep. I lay down on my bed and fall asleep.

Maddies P.O.V
Where on earth is tommy today? He must of slept through his alarm or something. I'm hoping nothings wrong. I try to concentrate in my classes, trying to keep my eyes on the teacher and not Tommy's usual seat, like I believe he'll just pop up. I have no idea why I'm so heart-wrenched over what happened. He's some random boy I met a week ago. Nothing special has happened between us, just friendly interactions. Definitely nothing to form a connection other than a friendship. I need to meet new boys. Maybe some hot high school hunk will help to get my mind off of Tommy. I think about that far fetched thought and decide against it because deep down I know that no other guys looks can compare to Tommy's. I hardly know tommy, definitely not enough to love him. Love at first sight is the most superficial idea ever created. Two people fall in love with each others physical features. Love should be from the heart not the eyes. If I ever fall in love, forswear it sight. Nothing comes of that but a superficial bond consisting of merely attractiveness. Love at first sight sounds so idealistic, and I can't deny my deep craving for a bond with someone else but I want to fall in love with someone for more than their looks. The only way love at first sight works is if the two people grow to love more about each other than physical appearance, and that is what I crave.

My thoughts are interrupted by the end of the day bell, signalling for us to go home. I walk home, and on my way I walk past a book store with the play "Romeo and Juliet" on display. So fitting for the debate occurring in my own thoughts. They knew each other for such a short amount of time, yet were convinced that they'd never find greater love than with each other. They died for love. A great tragedy in my opinion. Dying in the place of a loved one seems peaceful. Finding the perfect love promises a fulfilling life. Will that ever happen to me? Will I ever find my perfect match, my star crossed lover as romeo and Juliet were considered as. I hope I do, with all of my heart and soul, but not end in such a tragedy like Romeo and Juliet, or even Katherine and heath cliffs in Brontës "Wuthering heights".
As I reach my house, I immediately run upstairs to my room to check my window. I was majorly let down by the sight of Tommy's curtains being shut. I fight the urge to immediately run to his house. I sit down and promise myself that when I finish all my homework, I'll check on tommy, not that he deserves it.

Tommy's P.O.V
I'm woken by mother's heavy footsteps as she runs to my bedroom.
"Tommy!", shouted my mom.
"Yeah?", I slur In a tired voice as I just woke up.
"Your father, he's coming home. Your dad is coming home", rushed my mother.
"What the.. why is he coming home so soon? Oh and mom, don't refer to him as my dad. He made sure he would never past the role of a mere father", I spit out in disgust.
"Honey, I know he's put you through a lot and hasn't been the best father, but I think he's going to try this time!", said my mom in a convinced tone.
"Have you totally forgotten everything he's put you through as well! The abuse, screaming I used to hear everyday, the bruises, cuts and marks? Have you forgotten, mom? I refuse to live in a house with a psychopath!", I shouted. I can't contain my utter anger and rage just thinking of this man.
"I think of the past every day, and it still can't bring me to stop loving him. You don't know what love feels like, Tommy. When you experience it one day, you will understand me", my mom says right before slamming my bedroom door.