Yes Tom

Walking downstairs I sigh and look down the hallway at Tom's closed office door. Plucking up the courage I walk towards the door. As I'm about to knock it opens quickly and there Tom stands, towering over me.

"What?"

"I need to speak to you about Tommy." I say, quietly. I can feel how big my eyes are and my heart beating fast beneath my breast.

"It can wait." He says with a finality in his voice.

I shake my head, "No. No. It can't." His jaw locks, I swallow my tongue and look down. "Please…"

Stepping out of his office, forcing me to move backwards against the wall. "I hope, my Angel, that your need to be the best mother doesn't make you think that you have power."

"No, no, no. I just, that letter I found. The-the one-"

Annoyed, "Yes, I know the one. I've spoken to him about it."

Bewildered, "You-you have?" I looked up at him.

"Yes. Now what is it that you deem so important to disturb me?"

"I remember how cruel kids can be at school." I stop and lean against the wall. Sighing in frustration. "If-if that letter is real then that means that it's worse. It has to be. Because all those times he got in trouble at school, then-they…" I look up at Tom, my heart filling with an emotion I'd never felt before, "I will make them pay. I will."

Seconds pass and Tom just stared at me. Then, he smiled. Bringing his arms out and drawing me close to him he chuckles and I can hear the vibrations in his body as my head is against his chest. It annoys me that he finds this amusing.

Lifting my head off his chest to look up at him, "Tom-"

Putting a finger upon my lips, silencing me, "No Angel, no. You will not make them pay."

Trying to speak I move my head to the side, "I-"

"No, because if it's worse, I will. You my love." He squeezes me, "You are good. You are not a bad person, nor capable of doing bad things. That is my gift. That is what I do."

Shaking my head I move to speak. But before I do, he interrupts, again.

"You will do nothing more than be supportive to our son. You will not move against those that hurt your child and you will continue to do as you have done. Am I clear?"

I just look at him, feeling disgruntled. With his look hardening I sigh and look down. "Fine…" I look up to see him smirk. "But you find out, I want to know, I have to know. I need to know he'll be safe there."

Pushing me away, "Yes. Yes. Now leave me alone until dinner. I'm busy."

Changing again, as Tom does so often, I look at him and nod. "Yes Tom." And back away, to go read in the living room.