Yells and Fights

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((picture is not mine))
((Torm is 2 1/2 years old, very dependent, shy, and loving! ALL AROUND ADORABLE!!!!))

No Tord is not a girl. Go up to part 7 (not actually part 7 before this because im done with being harassed about the pregnancy



//Torm's POV//

I was in the kitchen, sitting on the little island, drawing a picture for my dads!
"I love you, you love me, we're one-", my singing was interrupted by loud yelling...my dads are fighting...again.... "...mean family..." . I want to cry, I always cry. They always fight. We can't go a week without an argument. What I hate is that I always hear my name.... am I the problem? They think I don't hear them, but I obviously do. I looked down at my picture and took my black crayon and drew those lines near both of my dad's heads to show yelling....yep, that looks about right....

//Tord's POV//

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL THOMAS!?", another fight. Great.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO U WANT ME TO DO!? KILL THE GIRL!? I TOLD YOU, SHE CAME ONTO ME!!"
"YOU SAY THAT EVERY TIME TOM! ITS NEVER YOU! ITS ALWAYS THE OTHER PERS-!" , I stopped for a second. I heard something from downstairs. It was something that breaks every mother's heart...their baby boy crying... "Tom, do u hear that?" I asked him. His eyes widened and nodded in response. We ran out of our room and went downstairs to the kitchen, to see torm on the center island, balling his void eyes out. My poor baby. I started to tear up because the sight of Torm crying just broke me. He sounded so torn, broken, needy, I couldn't bare it. I watched Tom pick up Torm and bounce him lightly. I sighed happily to myself. We may fight sometimes but Tom is a good father and that is one of the reasons i love him to death. Crayons scattered the floor. I bent down and picked them up. When I stood up to put them in the box, I looked at what Torm was drawing. Before, I thought my heart couldn't shatter anymore but I was wrong. He drew me...and tom...fighting...and himself...smiling but crying...my poor baby....

"Oh my satan..."

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