Saying Something

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Tom sat at the kitchen table , drinking a bottle of Smirnoff . His 'eyes' keeping focus on the wooden table only , and NOT the Norwegian man that was staring into Tom's back .

"What do you want Commie?" Tom asked breaking the silence .

"I'm bored Jehovah..." Tord said walking closer. "lets have some fun"

"No!" Tom said sternly finishing the bottle.

"How come ?" Tord asked half-heartedly .

"Because your version of fun includes putting a gun to my head and shooting me" Tom said roughly glaring at Tord "Frankly I don't want to die today" 

"suit your self" Tord said walking out of the kitchen.

Tom stood there in complete confusion , he started to feel anger wash over him before Tom could comprehend what was happening , he hurled the empty bottle at Tord's neck. The bottle flew in the air at a decent speed so that bottle would break on contact. The bottle broke on contact like expected , but it hit Tord upper back . Thankfully Tord's hoodie stopped a lot  of the major damage , but some of the larger shard still continued to scrape themselves against Tords back. Tors screamed in pain , as it is a normal human reaction to your drunk ass friend throwing a glass bottle at you.  

"Ow shit... Tom what was that for?" Tord said surprisingly calm. 

Tom didn't say anything , Tord saw the tears swelling up in Toms 'eyes' as he saw the blood stain the red hoodie and on the floor. Without any other words Tom ran into his room locking his door behind him, he curled up his head resting in his knees , as he cried unwillingly . 

Tord felt like running after Tom but he knew that would hurt Tom more , despite hating Tom desperately, he would never try to hurt him well he's already hurt. Tord was gathering the supplies he would need to get the blood off the floor , when the front door opened , Edd and Matt coming into the house .

Edd as soon as he walked in saw the blood. "Okay what happened?"

"Tom attacked me with his Smirnoff bottle" Tord said sweeping up.

"Okay so its not a broken mirror" Matt said relived

Tord and Edd ignored Matt " What did you do Tord?"

"huh? me?" Tord was confused he did nothing." I did nothing"

Edd crossed his arms. "Well Tom doesn't do something rash without reason... even when he's drunk . Go apologize." 

Tord didn't argue with Edd ,he knew how scary he could be when he's upset. That's only because he cared for his friends. Tord lightly knocked on the door. 

"Go away, bitch!" Tom muttered 

Tord tried the handle.Locked. "Wow harsh words and a locked door , are you dying Tom" Tord asked sarcastically .

Tom didn't respond. This sent a shiver of fear down Tords spine. 

"Tom let me in, I'm here to apologize..." Tord trailed off.

Tom opened the door letting Tord walk right in . Tom and Tord stared at each other for a moment before Tord broke the scary silence.

"Tom I'm sorry for whatever I did.... AND I'm sorry your a little cry baby over a little teasing..." Tord said as he went to leave.

"EXUSE ME !?"Tom said yelling stopping Tord . "OVER A LITTLE TEASING!? OBVIOBUSLY SOMEONE DOESNT SEE THE FULL PICTURE!"

"Nope" Tord shrugged not understanding whats going on.

"Tord ... I love you." Tom grabbed Tords arm."BUT YOU DONT SEE IT DO YOU. YOU DESPISE ME TORD , YOU WANT ME DEAD!!! YOU DONT SEE HOW IM BREAKING DOWN WHEN YOU SAY THESE THINGS...THEY KILL ME !"

"Tom.." Tord began to say.

"SHUT UP ASSHOLE , YOU DONT GET TO TALK ! JUST THIS TIME LET ME TALK ... JUST LISTEN" Tom retaliated .

"I've loved you Tord , but you just hate me ... you don't care about me .... Every time I want to tell you how I feel , you break me and go on about how you hate me.... You make me want to hate you.But I cant because of the feeling I get just being around you" Tom began his rant

"Tom I had know idea" Tord said looking at the crying Tom in front of him.

"I guess I'm really good at hiding things .... plus it usually comes out as anger" Tom said looking at his feet.

Tord had no idea . But know that he did know, he no longer felt hate , but it wasn't love either. He didn't know how he felt.



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