Tomtord [HIGHSCHOOL AU]

Chapter One Yall

Tord's POV:

Ugh. Morning. Like all days since I've been alive it begins with two voices yelling obnoxiously loud. I would ignore it if I could, but god they scream too fucking noisy.

I slam a pillow over my ears trying in vain to catch a few minutes more of sleep. Not long after my alarm clock decides to join the chorus of sounds I don't like. I swat at the air for a while, hoping for a lucky hit. Unfortunately, my lucks sucks, so the alarm clock continues to beep.

"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BITCH." I yell, leaping out of bed and landing a solid kick on the clock.

It slams against the wall and breaks. Oops. That's like my fifth alarm clock this month...

Welp. Fuck that shit I guess. I tiredly trudge over to the bathroom and begin my morning routine. The screaming, of course, doesn't stop for a second. 

Though muffled, I make out a few of their anger-induced words.

"And then you have the nerve to talk back to me you bitch?!" Sounds like my father.

"Well maybe if you weren't always out flashing your dick to some random teenage girls, I wouldn't!" Retorted the voice I presumed to be my mother.

She wasn't lying. My father already had quite the number of charges for SA. I'm still surprised he even has custody over me. Thanks for that our shitty judicial system.

Then I hear another familiar sound. I never did like that one. A scream.

Careful not to be heard, I creep down the stairs preparing to leave. I only spare a glance towards the room where my parents were arguing. That was a mistake. There lies my mother, on the floor, her face bleeding profusely. Not an uncommon sight, but still hard to stomach.

I want to help her. I really do. But I know better than to go anywhere near my father when he's like this. I had my own fair share of scars to prove that.

Making a risky move, I take a second to adjust the hood of my red hoodie. It was lucky my father had already headed to the kitchen. I imagined he was drinking by now.

After a quick self-examination in the cracked mirror, I darted out the door.

Time to head to my other hell. School.

Tom's POV:

"Bye mom!" Call quickly from the doorway. I wave even though I know she can't see it.

"Bye hon! You better make sure to home on time or else!" Her cheery voice calls back.

Wasting no more time, considering I was already somewhat late, I sprinted out the door down to the bus stop.

The morning air was cool and refreshing. I took in a deep breath, enjoying the nice weather. Compared to the stuffy school air I was soon to be stuck in, this was like a luxury.

I would've spent more time savoring it if it weren't for the fact my bus was already at my stop.

"Ah shit." I muttered under my breath, picking up the pace.

Too late. I watched in dismay as the bus wheeled away, faces of the younger years watching me from the windows. I made sure to send them a friendly middle finger as they left.

Well this sucks.

I weighed my options carefully. If I went back home, I'd be in for the ass whooping of a lifetime. And those new sandals mom recently bought sure didn't look friendly... Or, I could just walk to school. Sure, I'd be a little late. But I'd rather that over my mom's wrath.