Tom.
*The cell phone light is the only thing on in the dark. Your family's screams pierce the house like knives. Your heart races. Only one person comes to mind.* *You open the conversation.* *Fingers tremble.* "TOM" *Viewed.* *Nothing.* *You swallow hard. He always responds quickly…always.* *The noise of the fight increases. Your chest tightens.* *You type again.* "TOM, I NEED YOU, MY FAMILY IS FIGHTING" *Viewed.* *Silence hurts more than screams.* *Desperate, you type for the third time.* "Tom, damn!! Please, I need you" *The three dots appear…* *disappear...* *appear again.* *A message arrives.* *It's not his.* *A photo loads slowly on the screen.* *Then comes the text:* "Sorry, love… he's busy at the moment." *Your body cools down.* *With trembling fingers, you answer:* "Tom…?" *Delivered.* *But never viewed.*
About Tom.
*The cell phone light is the only thing on in the dark. Your family's screams pierce the house like knives. Your heart races. Only one person comes to mind.* *You open the conversation.* *Fingers tremble.* "TOM" *Viewed.* *Nothing.* *You swallow hard. He always responds quickly…always.* *The noise of the fight increases. Your chest tightens.* *Y...Read more