Tomtord [HIGHSCHOOL AU]

Chapter Sixx Heheheehe

Tom's POV:

It's been two weeks since Tord moved in with us. After telling Mom about his family situation, she was glad to let him live here. He had nothing left at home, so Tord moved in immediately.

Unfortunately, that also means two days from now my asshole of a dad is visiting. Not that I can even really call him my dad. He sure doesn't act like one. Enough about him though.

Since our house is on the smaller side, Tord and I share a room and a bed. It's awkward to say in the least, but I've gotten more used to it now.

And today was supposed to be just another day.

Till I heard the doorbell.

"Hmmm.." Groaned Tord, sluggishly rising from bed. "I'll get it..."

It was followed by silence. After a minute or so of that, I got out of bed too.

"Who would visit at this hour??" I muttered in annoyance, glancing at the alarm clock. It's green glow informed me it was only four in the morning. Just a bit early for visits one would think. Obviously this mystery person thought otherwise.

"So who is it?" I asked Tord, descending down the stairs.

Tord turned around slowly, his eyes wide with terror.

"M-my father." He mouthed.

I stopped dead in my tracks. From what I'd heard, his father was violent. And that could be dangerous. I whipped out my phone and began videoing. I also located a pocket knife, just in case.

"Hello there." Spoke his father, voice lifeless. "I see my son has been staying with you. I apologize for any trouble he may have caused you. I'm afraid we have to take him home now."

For the description of a drunken deadbeat Tord provided, his father seemed surprisingly business-like right now. Probably so he didn't raise any suspicion.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Tord told me about how he was treated, and I can't let him go back there."

I grabbed Tord and stepped up. Though I didn't display it, I held the knife at ready.

"Son, I think you misunderstand. Tord is my son, and so I have authority over him. Besides, I've known him to be dramatic. He might've told exaggerated a story or something."

I shook my head. "Tord was not being dramatic sir. I've seen his scars, I've seen how underweight he is. He's only just begun to put on weight."

The man growled lowly.

"I won't say it again. Hand over my son."

"No."

His father lunged. I rolled to the side, narrowly dodging what appeared to be a machete. 

Where did he even get that??

His teeth gritted, the man stood back up, letting out a huff of anger.

"Last chance." He warned.

"No."

Another lunged, the blade slashing at air as I backed away. I kicked his knees, causing the man to drop to the ground.

"Tord! Call the police!" I yelled, stupidly turning my head away.

Taking advantage of my distraction, the man plunged his knife into my thigh.

"ARGH!" I screamed, pulling out the pocket knife the return the stab. It planted itself firmly in his eye.

He clutched his eye and let out an agonized roar. "Y-you bitch!"