I am back and not dead so yay! I suck at updating, so so sorry, things have been hectic and I have not been able to think of anything for this story. Sorry, anyway... Enjoy!

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Tom got home, tossing his backpack on the couch and heading to the kitchen. Once there he put his permission slip on the fridge with a cheap magnet, getting out the milk and drinking from the carton. He gulped a few times, putting the carton back and heading up the stairs to his room.

Thomas slammed his door shut, flopping onto the bed and getting out his phone. He looked at his phone for notifications and saw one of his friends posted something on instagram. He clicked on the link and saw a video that, in all honesty, made him feel terrible.

The video showed the junior dumping his drink on, who is supposed to be, Tom's date for tomorrow night. None other than the innocent Marco Diaz.

Tom sighed sadly, as the boy in the video fought back tears, storming out of the restaurant with his food. Tom but his lip angrily, messaging his friends on their group chat;

Fire-Hazard has joined chat.

Saltyantisocial changed chat name to: definitlystillshooketh

Fire-Hazard: Wtf was that. You were total dicks.

Duh, that's the point. :Saltyantisocial

Yeah, and it was pretty funny. :MexicanJalape-no

Fire-Hazard: No, it wasn't. I don't understand you people.

Fire -Hazard has left the chat.

Tom groaned loudly, gripping his phone, wanting to throw it at a wall. And that's what he did, he threw it as hard as he possibly could.

The device hit the wall, a cracking sound following after. Tom ran over and turn over his phone to see a cracked screen.

"Damn it..." He muttered, annoyed. He huffed, laying his back against the wall with a sigh. The boy took a deep breath, just like his anger management teacher taught him, then looked up. He watched as the ceiling fan turned quickly.

Tom ran a hand through his red hair, huffing. He shut his eyes for a moment or two before sitting up and opening his eyes. He got off his bed, grabbing his iPod and headphones.

He walked out of the house, noticing no one was home. The boy put his headphones on, listening to his music as he jogged around town.

As he went he found himself running through Marco's street, slowing down to a walk in front of his house. Tom looked up to his bedroom window to see Marco trying to put a shirt on. What caught his eye was not the boy shirtless but the scars on his chest.

Tom look confused and, honestly, concerned. If Marco did that him to himself because of him, Tom would never be able to forgive himself. He stood there a few more moments before shaking his head and jogging back home.

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Once there he heard someone in the kitchen. He walked in to see his mom sitting on the counter, cigarette in between her lips as a stranger leaned close to her ear, whispering something to her. She giggled as if what the strange man said was funny. Tom rolled his eyes as she began to kiss this man. Tom grabbed the permission slip and her credit card, heading up stairs.

Tom forged his mother's signature, something very practiced, into the permission slip and used her laptop to buy a new phone for himself. He paused a moment, deciding to look online for something for Marco as well.

The pad of his finger gently moved on the mouse pad as he scrolled through different items. Finally deciding on something, he put in the credit card information, shutting the laptop.

He put his permission slip on his bed-side table, taking the credit card to his mother's room, too afraid to go back to the kitchen in fear of what he might see. He put the card on her nightstand, his eyes wandering to a framed photo of their family in a dusty box in a corner of the room.

Tom was sitting on a tree stump, his eyes squeezed shut, a dopey grin on his lips showing off his non-existent two front teeth. His parents standing behind him, arms wrapped around each other as tight, fake smiles took over their faces.

His mother and father never got along, there marriage was purely to put their parents at ease.

Tom wasn't meant to be born. His mother slept around in high school and college. She did it often enough that she wasn't expecting a baby when she slept with Tom's father.

Everyone was surprised when they saw the positive pregnancy test. Neither of their parents were happy. His father's parents were the one's that insisted they get married. So they did. Until they couldn't anymore.

Tom's mother was, to no surprise, unfaithful and cheated, many times. His father couldn't stand it and, at first, blamed Tom and did horrible things to the boy. He would do it every time his mother was gone with another man. He would go into Tom's room and hurt him. He left him with black eyes and broken ribs and busted lips all of which the other children would assume were from fights. Giving him the reputation of a bad kid.

I guess they were, you could say, but a different type of fight.

One day Tom's father was done with his slutty wife and mistake son and kicked them out, after all of the abuse he did to hurt Tom, blaming him, he just made Tom's mother sign the papers and left them in the streets. Leaving Tom in the care of his whore mother.

After they were kicked out, his mother still did her stupid shit. It never got them money and sometimes made them lose it. Tom's Grandparents ended up buying them a shitty, cheap house in Beacon Hills where they live now. It was awful but was better than the streets.

Tom looked down at the photo, eyes filling with tears at the horrible memories. He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked up at the posters on his mother's walls before looking down at the picture again. After a few more moments of this he tossed it back in the box. He looked around at the mess that was his mother's room and then walked out.

He went back to his room, putting his ear buds in his ears, letting the music play as he looked up at the ceiling. His mind wandered to what he saw earlier, the scares on Marco's chest, what could be have possibly done to make Marco hurt himself like that?

Thomas thought back to all the things he has done to Marco this year, nothing really. Most of the stuff that happens to Marco is caused by Tom's friends, if you could even call them that. The people who follow Tom around assume that they must beat in every kid that looks at them the wrong way.

Tom doesn't think that. After what his father did to him he wouldn't want anyone to go through that. Not purposefully.

He bit his lip, sitting up. He took his ear buds out, putting the iPod on the side-table, walking to his closet.

He has to get clothes ready for his date tomorrow.

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I finally finished chapter five (finally)! Hope you enjoyed! Sorry to those who had to wait so long, but it's here! I am sorry my life was so hectic! Forgive me!