Saviour Syndicate

My Saviour

WARNING: Trigger warnings in this chapter like cutting. Just thought I should tell you just in case lads. :)
Tom's P.O.V
I sat on the couch with Sonja and Ianite, talking for a while, until we saw Jordan emerge from the stairs crying. Me, Sonja, and Ianite rushed over to him, and engulfed in a group hug. He was still crying, hard, when I finally spoke up. "What happened?" I asked him, with his face still buried in my shoulder.
"S-she h-hates me." He managed to say in between sobs. "I just wanted to meet me daughter, and be a good father for once, but no. I am still the shit I always was, and always will be." He said then started crying even harder, and gripping us tighter. I broke from the hug, and looked at Jordan dead in the face.
"I'll go talk to her." I said, then disappeared in my usual cloud of red smoke. I reappeared in Kyle's bedroom, where she was sitting on her bed, with her back facing the door, and crying softly. I walked over to her and sat on the bed. "Hi." I said. No answer. "What are you doing?" I asked. Still no answer. I was now getting worried. "Kyle?" I asked softly, not wanting to be too loud. Right then and there, she turned around and attacked with a hug.
"I love you Tom, I love you I love you. Your my best friend, and I love you. Your my saviour." She said, whilst still softly crying. I tightly hugged her back, and made a promise to myself. "If Jordan won't be a good father to her." I started to say to myself in my head. "I will."
Jordan's P.O.V
I broke apart from the hug, and walked to the bathroom. When I got inside, I locked the door behind me. I pulled a small razor from my pocket, and rolled up my sleeve. I put my arm on the side of the sink, and pressed the cold metal to my wrist. I pushed down, and slowly side the razor across my wrist, leaving a cut. I felt so good to cut again. I used to do it in high school, and a little bit after, because of bullies and my parents, but stopped when I met Ianite. I would still cut once in a while to numb the pain when we would fight, or I got frustrated trying to search for Kyle. I always keep a razor in my pocket, just in case I need to numb the pain of something. I also keep ban aids in my pockets too, so no one will see I cut. I dragged the cold metal across my skin a few more times, before putting band aids on them and rolling down my sleeve. I walked out of the bathroom, and saw Tucker standing directly in front of me, with a disappointed look on his face. H slowly walked up to me, and stopped right in front of my face. He lifted up my arm, still staring at me, and grabbed my hand with his other free hand. Without me noticing at first, he quickly pushed up my sleeve, and stared at my band aids. "What are these." Tucker said, sounding like he was about to cry, and already knowing the answer.
"Bug bites." I quickly said. He ripped off one of my band aids, and I saw a tear roll down his face.
"Bug don't bite in slits." He said, still staring at my arm. He pulled me in for a hug, and I hugged back.