Robert heard how someone hurried through the door of his house as quick as possible, then he could make out his son Lenny's voice, calling out Tom's name loudly.
"Tom! Tom, are you home?"
Robert entered the living room and looked at his son worriedly. "Lenny, are you all right? Where is your brother?"
Lenny swallowed and felt how tears threatened to fall out of the corners of his eyes. "I hoped to find him here", he said in a choked voice. "I-I thought he went home after the meeting. I..."
What meeting?, Robert thought, but his thoughts were interrupted when Lenny started crying and quickly hugged his father, who was totally surprised by the sudden outburst of emotions.
"Where do you think he could be?", he asked in a calm tone and Lenny shook his head. "I-I don't know", he sobbed and his father sighed.
"I'm going to search for him, okay?", he asked, while still holding his son in his arms. The young man nodded and his father slightly ruffled his hair.
"Tell your mother you're here, okay?", he told him, before pulling over his coat, and then headed to go outside. As he reached the door, he heard Lenny call after him: "Pa? Please don't be mad at him. I know that he didn't act... exactly well in the last days, especially yesterday and that you don't tolerate it when he's late without you knowing why but... please don't... don't beat him. He's had it hard enough today."
Lenny's father just looked at the doorknob in a moment of hesitation. He didn't know what to make of all this, but he couldn't just let this slip, could he? He decided to just open the door and head out, leave the question unanswered for now. He didn't plan on actually beating Tom. To be honest, he was kind of hurt his son thought of him that way, but deep inside he felt rage coming up.
The meeting that Lenny had mentioned... Robert hoped that it wasn't with this biker gang. He had always suspected that Tom was hanging out with them, but if his stepson had now managed to pull his Lenny into this whole thing, he didn't know what he would do with the boy. Truly he loved Tom like his own son, undeniably, but this went too far. The reputation of Chris, the gang leader, was even known in the neighbour towns, and it wasn't a good one either. He was known to be brutal and merciless. They said him to burn mark people who disobeyed his orders. If Thomas truly got my boy to join this pack, he's dead, Robert thought as he got into his car to search for his stepson.

"I thsould head home", Harry slurred drunkenly to himself as he tried to get over to the door of the pub without bumping into too many people. He felt sick from all the alcohol he consumed this evening, and the slur, he got from the drunkenness, only worsened his pronunciation. To his disappointment, he hadn't met anyone this evening, but the fresh air that sharpened his senses when he stepped out of the pub again, made him see how stupid the mere thought of having a happy relationship was. "Who could even love thsomethsing like me?", he slurred sadly, before heading up the street in the College's direction.