enemy's, friends, to lovers

chapter 4

Toms POV:

i stood at the front door, watching my father get my sister ready with her lunch, i looked at my hands with innocent eyes. Tamara walked up to me and took my hand as our father got his shoes on, i kept thinking about the sip i had yesterday and how i liked the taste, i looked at Tamara, noticing how similar we looked, i squeezed her hand as she was nervous to go to kindergarten. I was also nervous but i wanted to be strong for my sister, our father opened the door and we walked to the car, dad went to get Jon and put him in his car seat buckling him, me and Tamara got into the back of the car, i sat in the middle back seat, i noticed how Jon babbled and cooed, Tamara usually kicked her feet around or fiddled with her fingers. Dad drove me and Tamara drove to the school, walking us inside to the teacher, she greeted us with a smile as she looked at her class of kids "everyone, please welcome Tom and Tamara" she said smiling brightly to me and Tam. A kid in green looked at me, he had a round face, bright brown eyes that matched his brown hair, he had light freckles on his nose and cheeks. He called me over, i smiled shyly "do you wanna sit with me?" he asked in a common British accent, he sounded like he was from London, where i was from is Liverpool, it was slightly more subtle accent, i sat down and smiled. I noticed another boy, he had bright frizzy orange hair and pale skin, his eyes were an alarming bright blue and pointy canines, he had rosy cheeks "h-hi!" he said with a similar british accent as the other kid, i smiled and waved. The kid with brown hair smiled and held out his hand "im Edd, Edd Gull" he said brightly, flashing me a toothy grin, i shook his hand and smiled "and im M-Matt" Matt said stuttering slightly but still full of energy, "i-im Thomas...but you can call me Tom" i said nervously, Edd smiled and picked up a pencil "well tom, nice to meet you". I smiled slightly, i noticed Tamara sitting with a group of girls, she was smiling happily as they drawing things on a paper with crayons.

i smiled happy that Tamara found her group of friends, i looked back and noticed Edd drawing something, it looked to be a small comic strip, it seemed to be a bunch of stick people, Edd noticed me staring and i froze, afraid i did something wrong, he smiled and showed me "im making this about two super heroes who are both good but have fights between each other" he said happily, i chuckled and smiled, it seemed like such a good idea, i noticed Matt was looking at his finger nails, he was picking at them, i shrugged and pulled out a little picture book dad had bought me for my birthday a few days ago, he bought Tamara a colouring book. I smiled and started to read looking at the pictures happily, i tred reading the words but it got difficult, dad has been teaching me more but it was difficult with his drinking and work. 

Tords POV:

Father had me read about the different kind of guns, i opened the book, looking at the illustrations learning a bit more words, i read as best as i could, though the nanny was teaching me how to speak better Norwegian, next was English because of mums idea, she wanted us to visit England for a bit so father could have a look around, his plan was to take over the world so he wanted to try and navigate his way to finding a good  entry to taking over the British government and army. I looked out the window to see Todd he had a bloody nose and bruises on his arms and legs, he was training fist to fist combat with father, i continued to watch, feeling bad for him as he was getting too hurt. I heard the nanny coming back and i went back to reading about the different kind of guns, she came in eyeing me as she sat down, making sure i was on track of what my task was. Father was very strict on perfection so even the tiniest mistake can have serious consequences, usually it was hitting or yelling, if my brother messed up i always would find that father hit him then sent him down to train harder. I only messed up once so far, but my father slapped me, now i have been trying to focus on never messing up again. The nanny stood up and looked at me " we are gonna continue learning" she said, harshly, she grabbed her chalk and wrote on the board, father wanted to have a chalk board instead of a white board, because the nanny could use it to make a harsh sound with it and her nails, so far she hasn't used it ever.  I wrote down notes as i continued my "class", mother and father always called it a class but it isnt really since its just me, i sighed and i continued to write when finally i was called down for dinner, i smiled happily because today mother cooked something instead of the chefs, i always love it when mother cooks for us, she makes the best dinners. I walked down to the dining room sitting down and waiting for my plate to be served, mother smiled at me as she set my plate in front of me, Todd walked in bruised and bloody, he sat down in front of his plate, father walked in next, his face only showed anger and disappointment as well as disapproval, he sat down next to mother, who was a bit away from him. We all ate our dinner in a uncomfortable silence, no one spoke, nor did anyone want to speak, we were all afraid of my fathers power and it was gonna stay that way for a long time. 

Dinner was done i finally was able to hide away in my room, i shut my door,  i crawled into my bed, sighing in relief as i  enjoyed the softness of my bed, the pillow making my head sink, my body melted with the mattress and the blankets warm and fluffy against my skin, even though i was 5 my brain was more smarter and had more knowledge which was what my father wanted from his kids, most people would say it was horrible and that he was a child abuser, because, well, he was, but he had too much power, and was a great liar. Mother had talked about England, me and Todd had an aunt that lived there, she always sent letters to me and my brother, i tried keeping them all in a box. Father never liked her much, so i had to hide the letters or he will see what she has been talking about to me, i never wanted that to happen because they helped me learn a bit more about all the good things of the outside world, unlike what i learn in "class" which was war,  and how to stop the government and how to take over the world. I sighed softly before getting up to get ready for sleep, i changed into my pajamas and i brushed my teeth before crawling back into bed, sighing softly i fell asleep instantly, the overwhelming stress and activities made me tired and made it easier for me to sleep.