Tomtord [HIGHSCHOOL AU]

Chapter Three Yay

Tord's POV:

Another day, another fit of screaming. My alarm clock, still broken on the floor, luckily can't add to the chaos. Bangs and thuds, screams and shrieks, sounds I'd rather not listen to. In the end, my mother lays defeated on the ground. As always. This time, though, was going to suck.

And that was because of one crucial reasoning.

She mentioned my name.

It was never good when mother mentioned my name. It was nothing more than a sad effort to save her own sorry ass. Maybe I would be the bloodied and bruised instead of her. It never worked that way though...

In the end, we'd both wake up. And there my father would be, as ever, drunk in the kitchen.

I could hear those thudding footsteps, pounding on moldy, carpeted stairs. The sound of clinking glass followed.

That was even worse. When he was in a drunken stupor, the damage he dealt was usually higher. Carelessly, he would inflict wounds.

Even raping me sometimes.

And the footsteps grew louder.

Frantically, I searched a place to hide. A way to flee. This house had not one refuge, and only one escape route. I was trapped.

"Ohh Tordie~" Sneered a voice, footsteps at my doorway.

I shivered involuntarily. 

Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh g-

The door slammed open. And in stepped my father.

I didn't even like to think of him as that.

He wore a sweat-stained white tank top, and plain black shorts. His thinning hair was wild and unkempt. His gray eyes wandering around the room, unable to focus in their influenced state.

And in his hand, he grasped a knife.

Shit.

I backed up against the wall, as far as it would lead.

My arms protecting my neck, I waited.

And then came the first blow.

Tearing through flesh in a bloody mess, knife slashing fast and easy. My vision blurs, yet still he attacks. My clothes torn in shreds, he looks at me in that disgusting way that makes me want to vomit.

And then he does that horrible unspeakable thing to me.

I cry and beg for him to stop, but only seems to spur him on. In the end, I just... give up. Laying there in silence as I take was punishment I'm given.

And then he exits, stumbling down the stairs. I'm left lying on the floor, feeling sick and gross.

I wonder when this will end?

Tom's POV:

"If you don't wake up right now mister..."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I call before mom can continue her rant.

No doubt, I'll be receiving a lecture about this.

I drag myself out of bed and into some clothes. Just the normal: a blue hoodie, black pants, and checkered shoes.

Then, making a show of trudging down the stairs, I stood before my mom.

"What's the verdict?" I asked, masking my laugh with a cough.

"That better not be sass young mister." Her eyes narrowing as she wagged a disapproving finger.

"No ma'am." I replied quickly, knowing she had also recently bought a belt.

"That's what I thought." She nodded briefly, before returning to a business-like posture. "Your father is coming over to visit. And he plans to stay for a week."

Oh... my father, huh? I guess I never really gave him much thought anymore. After he and mom divorced, his visits were infrequent and irregular. Last I saw him was back in third grade...

"I expect you to be on good behavior, and I expect this house to properly cleaned and prepared for when he comes." She curtly added, venom in her voice.

"And if he tries anything just call for me, okay?"

I nodded gently, knowing her head was likely already filled with plenty of other problems. It wasn't easy working two jobs so she could support her and I.

With that, I left. I sure was glad today was a weekend. My thoughts were all over the place right now. Maybe I'll go on a walk.

Tord's POV:

I felt disgusting. Like a slut. What was wrong with me? Surely there was something that I had done to deserve this.

I looked out the windows, glaring at the metal bars across them. My dad put those in after I tried to escape once. I should've been easy enough leaving, I left the house everyday for school... but... it wasn't that simple... I don't know anymore..

I pulled myself from the ground, tugging off the sad shreds of my destroyed clothing. Throwing them into the trash, I cautiously made my way to the bathroom. A dangerous expedition, given the time of day.

It was during these magical hours my dad could be spotted vomiting in the toilet.

And this house had no locks on the doors... minus the front one, that is.

My footsteps light, I crept along the dirty floors. A careful peek into the bathroom revealed my father had yet to arrive. Of course, I had to be fast.

Throwing on the water, as cold as possible, I quickly showered. It washed away the shame and guilt I felt. And all the sickening fluids.

Practically flinging myself out of the room, I didn't even bother with a towel. I simply ran across the hall and hoped for the best.

Today I was able to make it.

Not in the mood to deal with anything else, I plopped onto my bed and fell into an uneasy rest.

*Another timeskip cause I suck*

Something urged me to wake up.

Just a sense.

I tugged myself out from my crappy blankets and onto the floor.

And then, just another sense, made me go to the front door.

I didn't even spare a glance to my parents room, where my father might've been laying awake.

I just... went.

And then, probably foolishly so, I opened the front door and left.

Walking, I'm not sure where, just walking.

Tom's POV:

I couldn't sleep. Every time I felt my eyes beginning to droop, I was snapped right back to awareness.

Well fuck that then.

The reason was pretty obvious. My father.

I sighed in evident annoyance and pulled myself from bed. Guess I'll go take a walk to clear my mind.

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Hiya my friends!

Kinda a weird place to end the chapter, but my inspiration is running dry.

Don't worry tho! Imma come back!

Three chapters in one day is like an all time record for me... damn I suck.

Remember when I said I was gonna write fluff- NAH YALL GET SOME AGNST

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See ya!