Baby Blues [TomTord]

Part 1 ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

Tord sat on his bed, listening to his dads talk. "He's been causing trouble, what do you mean it's fine?!" he heard Paul yell at Patryck. Tord didn't mean to cause trouble... he didn't do anything wrong! It was those kids making him get in trouble... Tord rolled up his right sleeve to reveal his scars. They don't have to punish him, he punishes himself for being alive!

Tord faceplanted onto his bed and screamed into the pillow. His scream was cut off by the door to his room opening. "Tord, we're going to London... pack up!" Paul announced. Tord rolled his eyes, it was already 7 PM! Couldn't they just stay home for one last night? He sighed annoyed and rolled off of his bed.

Tord waddled to his suitcase and slowly packed up. Would he get bullied? What if everyone hates him there, too? Just because he's gay! People are so unbelievable these days... Tord must have been daydreaming because Paul yelled at him to hurry up.

Tord sighed as he looked down at the now full suitcase. He didn't have much possessions. His dads didn't have much money... they only get paid so much, ya know? The reason they're forcing us to move to London is because there's another base they can work at. They work for something called the "Red Army". 

Of course, the school knew that. They made fun of Tord for it... he never enjoyed it but, had to bare it. "I'm done!" Tord called as he trotted down the stairs.

"Finally, come on!" Paul waved impatiently. Tord sighed in frustration, by now he had a migraine. He rushed over to the car and dumped his suitcase into the trunk. He caught Paul rolling his eyes and Patryck looking with an apologetic look. Patryck was always the soft one, the caring one, like a mom. Paul was, well, a stern dad. When Tord was a baby Paul and Patryck found him in a trash can. They decided to take him in and raise him as there own.

Tord hopped into the car as his two dads put their belongings into the trunk. Tord was anxious, he was scared these people wouldn't like him... they'd hate him. They'd find out that he's gay, and that his parents were gay, and he was found in a trashcan, and they'd tease him, calling him a mistake.

He was a mistake...

Tord looked at the window, leaning his head against it. He felt the sudden bumps as the tires meet the road. Tord looked down at his feet and saw his pastel red hoodie he always wore. 'Oh, that's where it went..' he thought as the slipped it on.

Tord started to feel sleepy, he looked around the car, then looked at the time.

9:24 PM

Great. Just great. Tord grunted as he slid down the seat, closing his eyes, being consumed by the darkness.

Soon... darkness was all he knew...

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"Mornin' sleepyhead!" Tord heard someone's rough words. Sounds like that person hasn't slept in days!

"Wha...?" Tord grunted as he opened his eyes. He saw Patryck hovering above him, Paul in the background smoking a cigar. "We're here, Tord!" Patryck jumped with excitement. How could he be so excited? It's just a new boring place with the same boring people... the same evil people.

"Come on, lazy butt! Get up!" Patryck encouraged Tord to stand. He didn't want to get up he was too comfortable. 

"You CAN'T be comfy! Those seats are SOO annoying! They hurt my back!" Patryck whined as he popped his back. Tord rolled his eyes and slowly but surely got out of the car. He pointed to the truck, looking at Patryck.