Shouldn't Have [TomTord]

Chapter Twenty

Sorry for the long wait!! This chapter isn't my favorite but it is the longest so far! Enjoy?
TW for blood.

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Flashback...

He's always been a horrible drunk.

Even now, when he's living responsibly in a house stock full of three roommates' activities and shenanigans. Even now, when he probably has better things to do than isolate himself emotionally from everyone else with a bottle of alcohol. Even now, when he's an adult. He is an adult.

He drinks like a teen who knows that the next time they will be able to have a drop of liquor is when their parents leave for town next month.

He drinks like he's not allowed to but has the chance to do it.

He drinks.

He drinks so much.

It's actually really sad how he does it, how he sits alone by himself and fills his stomach with acid and bubbles that make him dizzy and lose himself.

And that's actually what he's doing right now.

Laying on the couch with a slouching back, he downs gulp after gulp of a long and round bottle of Smirnoff. A weak and quivering smile makes it's way to his lips and he sighs loudly, a burp following soon after. He's a laughing and giggling mess as he slouches further into the living room couch, his legs pulling themselves up onto the cushions. He feels so free and relaxed, his brain numbing. Finally, he might be able to forget.

In celebration, he cheers loudly and downs a couple more gulps of Smirnoff in one go.

It's times like this where he can truly enjoy himself and not have to worry over the fear of being a little too extra or not being extra enough. His whole goal is to not get too attached to the people who took him in. It's fine if they get attached to him, but it's not fine when the day comes that he needs to go and can't get himself to do it.

Admittedly, he likes the people in the house. Even that one asshole who should be considered nothing less than a speed bump on his road to fame. Each and every one of them is a familiar thing in his life that he's grown to be used to seeing everyday. If that means he's a attached, he does not know, but so far the thought of leaving either of them forever doesn't hurt him, so he guesses he's doing a good job of that.

He's finally allowing himself to think and let loose, and his mind sings out wonderful thoughts that his sober-self would usually not allow.

Like that asshole. That asshole that goes by the name of Tord.

Usually the sober side of him would crush any thought of that guy, but being drunk is a whole different sensation. Feelings and emotions resonate deep within him and he feels his hand clench tighter around the neck of his Smirnoff bottle. God, how he wishes the neck of the bottle was the neck of Tord. To squash him, to choke him, to give him pain; all of this is heaven and a daydream to think about.

One day it will happen, but maybe on a day where he isn't counting on living in this house until he can find his own place. However, he's already drunkenly planned the day that he'd leave.

He'd tell everyone beforehand so they can throw him a 'farewell' party and get all their tears out. The day where it comes that he leaves though, he's already planned how he'll get Tord locked in a room and beat the ever living shit out of him. It'll be fun and slow and painful and he'll make sure to have him remember why he deserves the punishment. Because he was an asshole. Yes. Perfect plan.