Tim breathed in sharply, then stopped altogether. 

Memories flooded into his head again. Not good ones. Birthdays, spent listening to his mother drone on and on about how horrible he is, about how he should just go and die already so she could live her life. Valentine's Days spent alone in his room, watching the happy couples from his bedroom window in the park across the street. Thanksgivings being physically abused. Slapped, spit on, punched. Because his father was born on Thanksgiving day. The Christmas day he had to lock himself in his bedroom. Where he had to cower in the opposite corner as his mother tried to break through his door, ramming it, punching it, screaming at him from the other side, calling him names, using slurs.

[i]Ungrateful [b]bastard![/b] I'll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch! Open this door! Open this [b]fucking door[/b] you piece of shit [b]faggot![/b] Let me in![/i]

"No." 

His voice was flat and quiet, and for a moment, his emotions drained from his face as he recalled the events. His eyes were staring off behind Sophia.