Odd Love

Chapter 12; False Apologies

      Tord peered up over the couch, trembling and eyes wide as he stared at the two. They both were breathing heavily, but Tom turned as Tord peeked up. The small, spiky-haired boy recoiled back and stepped off the couch. Matt unwrapped Tom's arms from himself and looked at Tord. Their gazes tore into him and an indescribable layer of fear settled in to cap-off the guilt he already felt.

     Matt tilted his head, "T-Tord... I-I-I'm sor-sorry for us sc-scaring you..."

     "N-No no... I'm the one... the one who should be... a-apologizing... I..." Tord continued to back up. Matt raised an eyebrow, not noticing how still Tom went. He stepped closer to Tord, speaking with a slight lisp due to his fangs.

     "Tord...? T-Tord why a-are you b-backing up...?" He reached out to grab the back of the couch.

     "No... M-Matt, Tom... please. I'm I'm sorry I... I..." Tord shook his head as he shuffled towards the door. Tom curled his claws into fists.

     "And what would you be sorry for? Huh Tord?" Tom piped up, watching Tord as he tensed.

     "I-I-I-"

     "YOU 'WHAT', TORD." Tom roared, his tail thrashing wildly behind him. Tord swallowed the lump in his throat, wanting to run out the front door.

     "No... No-no... I... I di-didn't mean to... I-I-I s-swear Tom... T-Tom... I-If I knew-... If I-" He felt like he couldn't breath, trying to look everywhere but Tom's furious face.

     Matt was confused, stepping away from Tord to look back at the brunet. "W... What are y-you guys talking about..?" Matt asked them, reluctant to say anything. Tord faced him- eyes full of terror- not sure if Matt was mocking him or if he was just ignorant.

     "Matt... Just... Please... Please go to your room..." Tom begged, straining to not just shove him out of the room. He doesn't need to hear this.

     Tord nearly had a heart attack, grabbing Matt by the shoulders. "P-P-Please d-don't leave- oh god- he'll k-kill me! I-I-I-It was an accident! It was an accident, I swear! Please... Oh god... Oh god..." He rambled between sobs, his pride and dignity already too damaged to care about crying anymore.

     Tom laughed cynically, his face grimacing. "Oh you smug little asshole..." He snarled, swearing that if Matt wasn't in the way he would bash his head into a wall. Matt was bristling, trying to figure out what the hell Tom was talking about.

     "T-Tom. Tom, stop! Tom!!" Matt called out, lifting up to grip one of Tord's hands, "Tom, e-explain..." The monster narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth, growling.

     "Can't you understand, Matt? It really was smashed by someone. He fucking smashed it, Matt! Why else would he be so GODDAMN 'GUILTY'?" Tom raised his voice to a shout, hunching slightly and baring his fangs at Tord. Matt dropped his hands from Tord's, shaking. He wormed away, stepping back slowly.

     "T-Tord... It... It's not t-true... right? You w-wouldn't d-do that r-r-right..?"

     "Oh god Matt I-I I'm sorry I d-d-didn't know... p-please c-come b-b-back no... noo.. nonono he's g-going to ki-kill me maTT PLEASE!" Tord screamed as Tom lunged over the back of the couch, slamming him to the floor with a hand on his throat.

     "You. You DIRTY, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" He smashed Tord against the floor, "ADMIT IT, BITCH."

     Tord coughed and gagged, his body jerking violently as he tried to get away. "COME ON CUNT." Tom yelled, lifting Tord up slightly by the neck, only to beat his head back on the hard wood.

     "TOM! STOP IT! TOM! LISTEN TO ME! TOM!" Matt screeched, terrified eyes staring at the dark blood pooling around the two. His mouth watered, self disgust immediately filling his stomach. Tord was certainty unconscious by now, his body going still as it was banged around like a rag doll.

     "Tom... P-Please... D-D-Don't... Just... Just... " Matt's voice broke off, barely above a whisper. He grabbed Toms arm, trying to pull him off Tord.

     Tom let out deep shuddered breaths, his body becoming exhausted as he came down from his adrenaline rush. "I'm going to kill him." He said blankly, hesitantly getting up from his position on Tord's stomach. "I swear to god, Matt, I'm gonna kill him." His voice held hundreds of pounds of grief in it, his body trembling and shaking as he stood. Matt immediately pulled him away from the body, holding him tightly in his arms.

     "Y... You fought enough today... Please... L-Lets just go to bed..." Matt led him towards the door, calling out for Edd to come for Tord. Edd stepped in from the hallway, letting out a quiet gasp as he moved toward Tord. Hoping Edd would have it under control, Matt led Tom back to his room where they could stay with the eggs and calm down.

     The familiar rush of hot air pressed against them as they walked in, and a sigh of relief swept over them as the eggs were right where they had been left. Tom stepped away from Matt and went over to the nest, sitting on the edge of it and waving the ginger over. Picking up each of the eggs, Tom noticed one was quite a bit heavier than the other two.

     "Matt... Do you think...?" Tom looked over at him, holding the heavier egg. Matt blinked several times before nodding, "...I think so."

     Tom stood up with the egg wrapped in his arms, striding over to the bed. The taller boy followed, laying down next to Tom. The egg weighed down on the bed between them, the presence of both what could be their child and the one he loved made him purr with content.

     Whether it was Tom's purring, exhaustion, the warm air, or all of the above, Matt was quickly asleep. Tom ran his hand through Matt's hair and soon fell asleep himself.