Monster |Torm

3:Forgive

【Tom's POV】

I dried my hands,as I just finished the desert we are going to have at dinner tonight. Reminding me of such,our guests should be here any second. My mom said they'd be here in an hour,and the time to bake the pie ,I had still in the oven,took a while.

I decided to watch TV in the mean time,as I didn't really live here anymore,which meant all my stuff was at home.

I had my own house,which was nice ,but it gets lonely. I wish I could have a room mate,so I won't be lonely and to split the bills. It would be a win/win.

Leaning into the soft cushions I sat on,I gazed at the Telly. The Walking Dead was playing,and it was the 7th season episode 1.

I couldn't bare to see Glenn die.

Seriously,he survived a zombie infection but not a bat?!

I groaned,resting my chin on my hand.

Knock,knock,knock.

Nevaeh rushed to the door,opening it with a huge smile on her face." Why hello Patty,Pauly~Oh is that who I think it is?!" I herd her German accent deepen as she talked further.

Wait.

Paty? Pauly?

Patryk? Paul?

I got up to my feet,speed walking to the front door with a shocked expression.

"Hallo Mrs.Mode! It's been years,ey?"

I widened my 'eyes' my mind not believing the sight before me.

Paul,Patryk,and...Tord.

Tord looked past my mom,to meet eye sight with me. My face was too shocked to change,so I stood their with my eyes wide,mouth slightly agape.

Paul and Patryk where fine,but they still helped Tord with his army. They even joined his army for some time before leaving it.

But Tord...

He stayed.

I don't know why,but he did,but now he's here.

I shook my head,paying more attention to his face.

It changed.

Not really in a good way.

His face was scarred,his right eye was patched up. His left eye was a dull green,his smile seemed fake.

Did I do that?

When I shot the harpoon?

I clenched my teeth,feeling something crawl around my stomach,poking at it.

I groaned at the pain,running to the bathroom.

Once I got their,I shut the door, falling to my knees. I was having an episode.

I let out hitched breaths as I tossed my head around,trying to shake away the pain and process.

"Thomas?"

I turned my head,glaring daggers at the white door,hearing Jomfru's calming voice.

"I know it's hard for you,but you've got to forgive him..." She whispered.

I told her about what that commie did,since she was closer to me than her wife. She was the only other one who also knew I liked the Norski at some point.

"I-just l-l-let me ru-run this threw m-my head..." I stuttered,the pain in my stomach growing.

"Fine,but I expect you out in at the least 10 minutes..." My mom warned,her footsteps fading away as she left the doorway.

I let out a stiffened sigh,feeling horns start to grow on my head. I growl,laying down fully on the floor.

Damnit....

【Tord's POV】

I let my gaze fall to my feet as I entered,following behind my parents. When Tom scurried off,I felt very guilty. The pit in my stomach only got worse when I sat at the dinner table with a very awkward silence. Nevaeh chuckled nervously,as Jomfru sat beside her.

"What's wrong?" The smaller female asked,worried. Jomfru leaned in to her ear and whispered something in German. She 'oh'ed quickly before letting a obviously fake smile dance on her features.

"Well,let's not let this delay get in the way of our evening! Would any of you care for a drink?" The German asked,standing up to her short height.

"Wine for me and Patryk..Tord?" My dad looked over at me,his bandages around his right eye sort of triggering me to the years when he was in my army." Water..." I whispered,looking around the house nervously as to not make eye contact.

Nevaeh nodded,making her way to the kitchen.

I gulped,fanning myself a bit with my shirt. I even took off the beanie I wore,exposing more of my hair.

I felt eyes on me,watching my every move.

"So,Tord,why have you came back?" Jomfru asked,her strong muscular build initiating me. "I-um just wanted f-forgiveness.... I hated myself f-for being a se-selfish person..." I said in a cracky voice. The taller Norski nodded,then going to face my 'Mom' and 'Dad'.

"And you two,how have you been?" She spoke in a mon-tone voice,her eyes seeming like bullets as she starred the two down with a death glare." Fine..." Paul answered,trying not to let his guard down.

"I'm back~~~!" Nevaeh came rushing in,wine and liquor bottle in her right arm and a cup of water in her left hand.

She poured the wine and alcohol into the cups already placed at our spot,and placed the water on mine.

"I'll bring out the main course!" Nevaeh chimed,skipping back into the kitchen and bringing out plates for all of us,and a huge bowl of spaghetti.

I grabbed my fork,thanking the two women for the meal.

As I reached over to grab some spaghetti from the bowl,my dads started conversations with the other couple. I let out a sigh,now not feeling the awkward tension.

As I started eating,I felt a presence sit across from me,in front of me.

I looked up,noodles still hanging from my mouth as I paused.

Two soulless black eyes starred down at me as I ate. My green eye widened,and I almost choked on my food.

Their stood my old friend and crush.

Thomas Mode.