Tom lay there, after his dad had come in to put all of his weight on to Tom's arm. He was sure that this was normal behaviour for all people who's parents act in a normal, suburban way. Amy lay at the bottom of the stairs unable to move, unable to shout for help, terrified that her husband had just done this to her, terrified that he might do it again. James lay there, too scared to go to help his brother, too scared to help his mum, too scared to stand up to his dad. Brian stood in Tom's room, horrified that he had just killed his son, horrified that he had almost killed his wife, horrified that his vodka, his precious vodka, has driven him to harm and kill his family. |
