enemy's, friends, to lovers

chapter 3

No ones pov:

3 years have past, Tord was 5, Todd was 7. Their fathers behavior was getting worse, he was getting more strict, forcing Todd to start military training as soon as he turned 7, Tord was being forced to study everything about war, chemistry, math and many different languages. He would spend 6 hours a day learning, while his father watched over his brother who was forced to learn how to use a gun and knives.

Tom and Tamara had turned 5 together, their baby brother Jon had turned 2, Tom's father was taking care of them since their mother died during birth, leaving Tom's father to be stressed, he spent his days finding nannys or baby sitters, he had times where he drunk himself to sleep, yelling at the three young kids for nothing, Tom being a few minutes older took charge and focuses on taking care of Tamara and Jon.

Tords pov:

I sat at my desk, looking down at my book with boredom, I looked at the nanny who was teaching me, she was sometimes nice but was really mean, she watches me with a glare as she wrote notes for my father, I tried to focus on the page in front of me but I couldn't help but think back to my mother's screams and cries as my father would slap her, a and my brothers best attempt to stop him. My eyes teared up a bit and I excused myself to the bathroom, I locked myself in the bathroom, curling up on the floor, hugging my knees tight. After many minutes I stood up and cleaned my face from the ugly tears that stained my cheeks, I walked back to the classroom and continued to work.

Tom's pov:

I sat next to Jon, watching over him as he sleeps, father has been laying on the floor of the living room for a while, i started to get scared that he wouldn't wake up, i love father, so much but he has been scaring me and Tammy ever since mama died. Tamara walked over to me holding an apple for me, i took it and took a bite, eyeing father as he breathed slowly, a bottle of beer in his hand, his favourite was always Smirnoff. Tamara went to grab some juice, i walked over and grabbed the bottle of Smirnoff out of fathers hand, i sniffed it curiously, before tasting a small bit of it. My face turned sour and i started to like the bitter taste of the vodka and i took another sip before placing it back into fathers hand since Tamara was coming back. I sat back next to Jon's crib, looking over him until he woke up. "Should we move papa?" I heard Tamara say, i nodded and walked over to our unconscious father, i grabbed one arm while tam grabbed the other and we pulled as hard as we could, dragging him to his room, i sat back down tiredly "we have kindergarten tomorrow, sleep, sissy" i whispered trying not to wake Jon, i watched as my sister walked to our shared room. Soon after a while i walked over to our room and went to sleep.