POV: Tord
Tom doesn't answer. I wait, staring at my phone for a few minutes until I'm sure he won't answer. At least not tonight.
My older sister gets in a fight with my younger brother. Again. I close my door and flop onto my bed. My family is so annoying.
*that night*
I wake up to my siblings fighting. At 2:30 in the effing morning. I stormed out of my room. I tower over my siblings. (I'm 6"1 to their 5"7) They quiet down from the withering glare that I give them. I can't fall back asleep. Instead, all I can think about is Tom. (5"4, fyi)

POV: Tom
I wake up to the door slamming open. Dad's home. I nervously walk out of my room. Dad's eyes lock on me and glare straight into my soul. I back away, afraid. I don't approach him. If I don't, maybe he won't hit me with the nearest object.
I witness him slapping my mother across the face. All she did was try to take care of his work bag for him. I instantly go to mom's defense. Dad just scowls and hits me with a hardcover book from his bag. Next? Black.