adopted by Tom Harlock

SPILL IT OUT TOM

When I saw Tom I didn't know how he would react. I stopped breathing. He looked very angry and started to walk towards me. 

Tears were now streaming down my face. 

He kneeled down by my side and started crying but he still looked very angry.

I was confused. What was he feeling? Anger? Sadness? Both? Neither?

He started running his hair through my hair and whispered "I'm sorry." I almost couldn't understand a word he was saying through all the tears. 

"Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for." I said. 

The tears just kept on falling from our eyes. It started to feel like we were both a bit confused.

After a minute or two, he repeated himself one more time 

"I'm sorry"

At this point I was getting really frustated, we've sat in this bathroom for almost an hour and all he said was he's sorry. "WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR?!" I yelled.

He slowly reached down his pocket and pulled out a picture. He held it in his hands very gently and started crying even more after looking at it. 

I ripped it out of his hands.

It tore into two peices, but it was still very clear what was in the photo. 

I screamed.

It was my uncle......fucking a goat?

"WHAT THE FUCK TOM?!"

"I didn't know how to tell you." he said.