Tommy
Tommy started to slump forward, but he felt his chest start to tighten like he couldn't breathe, he felt his head swim, he felt like he was going to throw up everything he'd eaten over the past two weeks. "Daddy, stop." Tommy whispered, and it was the childish word and the terror and betrayal in Tommy's eyes that had Marijuana swearing and pulling back quickly, leaving Tommy dazed and confused and on the verge of tears. "Yeah, Bret, we're leaving." He murmured, rubbing his head as the bloodshot factor started to slowly fade from his eyes.