He woke up gasping for air, drenched in sweat, his heart drummed like a machine gun. The last thing he remembered was his dad choking him against the wall, he tried to pull his hand off his neck but his tiny arms gave way.
He hadn't had those nightmares in awhile, not after Charlie. He curled up in his bed, feeling like a little boy again, all alone in the dark. Fear paralyzed him, when he looked at the clock on the bedside, it was only 10 minutes after 4 AM.
Tommy walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, he hadn't even slept for thirty minutes, the dream had jolted his nerves in a shock. He put on his shirt and jeans, grabbed his hoodie and walked out of his flat.
There was a knock on the door. She checked her watch twice just to be sure it's five o'clock in the morning. She tip toed to the front door, terrified of what might be on the other side of it. She looked through the peeping hole and turned the key to open the door.
"Tommy? What are you doing here at 5 in the morning?"