letters

Alone

hey tord i won't be in town for a few days im visiting my aunt

Tord sighed as he read the message. Matt had texted him earlier saying that he was on a business trip with his parents and Edd had messaged him saying that he was sick. Tord shook his head and got ready for school.

Which, in turn, could be viewed as a mistake.

Kids pushed Tord around in the hallways, much more than usual and almost maliciously at this point. First hour, kids threw paper at him and mocked his accent. P.E. wasn't so bad, but Tord was the last pick for hockey and no one even looked at him.

Third hour was horrible. Tord could barely keep up with the lesson, and the kid behind him kept kicking his chair. At the end of class, someone took his backpack and ran. By the time he got it back, he was late to orchestra. Mr. Stevens wasn't there; the sub almost sent Tord to ISS. Tord sat at the piano and started to play the song, but when he realized that no one in class was playing the song, he just started dabbling.

Lunch was probably one of the worst times.

Tord sat at the usual table that he sat at with his friends, but he was jerked away from the table and his lunch was thrown away. Tord wandered around the buildings until he was shoved against the lockers.

"Hey, pretty boy," a raspy voice said. Tord grumbled.

"Please leave me alone, Eduardo," Tord begged. A laugh escaped from the taller boy.

"Nah, I gotta idea for you, though," Eduardo turned Tord around so that the boys faced each other. Tord could see Mark and Jon behind Eduardo.

"What do you want?" Tord mumbled. Kids who were lingering in the halls had eyes on them.

"Leave your dumbass friends. Come over where we sit, eh? Really I mean leave your dysfunctional boyfriend and come date me, but I guess all your friends are fucked up anyway," he laughed. Mark smirked and Jon looked away.

"Fuck off, Eduardo," Tord tried to push Eduardo off, but the larger male had a grip on Tord.

"Well, if my first offer wasn't enough, here's a bonus deal," Eduardo's face was right in front of Tord's.

"Hurt Tom. Make him feel like shit—make him feel useless. Make him hate you. If you don't, one of your little friends might get hurt," he snarled.

"And what can you do to them?" Tord mocked. Eduardo growled.

A knife flicked out and was against Tord's throat. He held his breath.

"It's great what a locker can hide, yeah?" he smiled. He pulled away and pocketed the knife.

Tord glared as Eduardo walked away. He could feel tears prick at the corner of his eyes. He shook his head and made his way to math.