|CHAPTER TEN|

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"He doesn't trust you?" Paul asked, almost in disbelief. Tord scoffed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No! Of course not! Well, at the least slightly he does.. since I saved him from the cancerous problem." Tord lifted his head to look at Paul.

But his eye quickly looked over when he saw Patryck walk over. "Honey, are you sure you are willing to go with this? You have been friends with Edd and Matt for the longest of time now."

Tord clenched his teeth as he sharply turned on his booted heel. His hair blew a bit from the wind that entered the opened window, once again.

"Yes. I will go through this and nobody can stop me from this happening. They are not my friends. They are simply enemies trying to get in my way of my plans." Tord replied as he glanced at the bottle of medication in his hand.

"Make sure you take those tonight." Paul reminded as the couple walked to the large office doors.

"And get some rest. Please don't keep overworking yourself." Pat spoke up as the two left the room.

The two doors shutting and leaving Tord in the emptiness of his lonesome office.

He huffed out a sigh as he went over to the window. Using his robotic hand, he pulled it into a close as he went over to his bedroom door.

His office and bedroom are connected, hence why the office is rather hugely in size.

"Take your meds! Don't overwork! Oh, shut up.. I know what I'm doing." Tord bitterly talked to himself as he entered his bedroom and shuts the door.

He went over to his bed and sat onto it. Slamming the pill bottle on his nightstand as he held his head within his hands.

"Am I really going to go through with this?" Tord asked outloud to the silence of his empty room.

He almost sounded – hesitant about his set of actions of plan. He slowly grasped the eyepatch and takes it off.

Setting it onto the nightstand as he rubbed his face due to the amount of exhaustion he is currently feeling.

He laid on his bed – a soft look in his eyes as he stared up at the popcorn white styled ceiling.

"Why, yes. Of course I'm going to go with it. What the hell am I saying?" He muttered as he rolled onto his side.

Eventually, his eyelids have grew with the heaviness and he has fallen into a slumber.

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