The story of me and you

Chapter 6

Tord's P.O.V 

"Don't you fucking dare hang up!!! We're not done talking!!!Edd....EDD!!!!!" I screamed into the  phone as he cut me off, "That fucking BASTARD!!!!" rage coursed through my veins. I slammed the phone onto the counter and punched the wall with my robotic arm. Luckily the wall was brick so it didn't cause to much damage. To the wall that is. As my fist connected with the wall My sensory pads embedded in my prosthetic busted and a finger snapped with a satisfying pop.

Matt squeaked at the sight and nearly choked on his brownie. I cradled my prosthetic to my chest and cursed silently. Matt coughed and rushed to my side, "Jesus Christ Tord are you okay?!"

I examined  my hand and sighed, "Yeah I'm fine. I just need to fix my hand....again"

"Again?" The ginger asked, "How many times have you broken it?"

Taking a moment, I thought before answering, "Well...It's been two years since the accident...I had my arm amputated shortly after the explosion. After three months of series of surgeries I got my nifty robotic prosthetic. But after that surgery I went into a coma for another 5 months. They were about to pull my plug before I woke up. Since then I had to repair it like once....twice a week? But the past few months have been going good. I hadn't had to repair my arm in for a while. Actually this is the first time a have to do repairs in for a couple of weeks."

Matt gave me a blank stare, "What accident?"

Using my good hand, I face palmed and rolled my eyes, "Don't even bother trying Tord...It's just a headache waiting to happen...." I told myself and walked to the room Matt said I could use. 

Shutting the door behind me I sat at the desk and pulled a tool bag out. Sighing I pulled up my hoodie sleeve and dis-attached my prosthetic arm. Laying it on the table and cracking my fingers I got to work. Opening the main panel I rebooted the sensory pads and tweaked with the wires connected to slim metal rods that acts as a skeleton in the red metal that I grown to call skin. After making sure everything in the interior was all in tact I moved on to the exterior.

Staring at the snapped pointer finger I sighed, "I need a welder to conjoin the broken metal...I need a workshop..." I mutter. I doubt the building managers would let me bring a welder into the building. Possibly Edd or even Tom would be able to convince them to allow me to use it. I kinda need my finger after all. I,ll start looking around for a mechanics shop sooner or later. I do need a job anyways. 

My finger sparked and I cringed, "Nope i can't wait until tomorrow.....Ah screw it!" I found the smallest welding machine I owned and plugged it up. I put on the mask and flipped the machine on. Carefully I welded my finger back together. Luckily I've gotten so used to welding my metal prosthetic it's gotten to the point were it doesn't even look like there was any damage in the first place.

But it's also time consuming and gave me time to think and go through my thoughts. I thought about the argument Edd and I had earlier. Did I really abuse Tom? Balderdash. Sure I did things to hurt tom emotionally and physically, but I had my limits. We've had our fights but I never thought I did any actual damage to him. That was never my intention. I don't hate Tom. I like him quite a lot. But I basically live by the saying, "Treat others the way they treat you." Therefore, If Tom is an asshole to me, then I would return the favor. 

But Edd also made the point that Tom is literally a twig compared to me. Maybe he had a point. No! I never abused Tom! But he always sported a bruise the nest day after a fight. But Tom is also very clumsy. But I also hit Tom many times. But Tom always swung back. But Tom never left a visible mark on me, "AGH!!!" I slammed my good hand onto the desk and flipped the welding machine off , "I'm giving myself a headache!" I gripped my hair, "Fucking hell....I need to get Matt's opinion on this...."

Reattaching my prosthetic I made my way to Matt's room. Or what I assumed was his room. On the other side of the apartment there was a green and purple door. On this side there was a dark blue one and a a simple brown wooden door. I mean it was obvious who's room was whos so I made my way to the regal purple door. Knocking softly I waited, "Come in!" Matt called.

Opening the door I smiled a bit. Matt sat at a desk, doing his makeup. He glanced at me and set down his sponge thing (beauty blender) he was using to put some cream on his face. Foundation I think it's called, "Mmmm....what's wrong Todd?" he asked and picked up a powder and a big poofy brush.

I bit my tongue to stop myself from correcting him. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to say something, But before I did Matt held up his hand to stop me, "Don't ask how I knew something is wrong. You don't hide your emotions well." I shut my mouth and Matt pointed to a chair beside him, "Sit and tell me whats up."

Nodding, I walked into his room and sat next to him. He looked at me through his mirror, silently urging me to start talking. I fiddled my thumbs, "Wh.....when Edd and I got into that argument earlier he said I abused Tom...Is that true...?"

Putting his lip liner down, Matt sighed, "Do you think you abused him?"

"No! I mean yes!" I shook my head, "I don't think I did but the more I think about it, I think otherwise..."

Matt hummed as he filled his lips in with lipstick. He rubbed them together and made a pop noise before answering, "And you want my thought on the topic?" I nodded. I watched as he opened a thin box filled with colorful powders compacted into there own separate little square (eyeshadow), "Well I don't disagree with Edd. I can't believe you're just realizing it but truth be told you did abuse Tom. How you didn't notice is beyond me. Did you really hate him that bad? How did you not hear Edd try to calm down Tom after you insulted him. Mentally abused him. Tom cried for hours after every time you decided to be a dick. Tom has very low confidence. You just dropped it lower than it already was. And don't even get me started when you guys got physical. He doesn't bruise easily. And there is no doubt that your hits hurt like hell. Tom may act high and mighty but he is so broken. You seem to be the only one who hasn't noticed that yet. Your hatred for him is so strong you didn't even realize the damage you did to him."

I was baffled. I didn't know what to say. I hurt Tom. I did so much fucking damage and I didn't notice it! Probably that's why he hates me so fucking much! Because of all the bullshit I pulled on him! I'm such a shit person! 

I felt a pair of thumbs on my cheeks, right below my eyes. That small little gesture made me realize I was crying. I met my gaze to Matt's eyes. He had a sad smile on his lips and he wiped away the traces of tears off my cheeks, "Don't cry Tord. You didn't realize what you were doing. That's okay."

Pushing his hands away, I shook my head, "No it's not okay...I don't hate Tom....I never hated Tom. I only treated him the way he treated me. I took it to far and he hates me for it...I deserve these scars....the years of damage I did to him. I blamed him for the longest time for nearly killing me, but now....now I know I deserved what I got." My voice was shaky and I ringed my good hand in my hoodie.

The ginger sighed and put the cap back onto the black goop (mascara). He pulled both my hand to his lap, "Stop that Tord. I'm sure Tom will forgive you within time. He forgave me for killing his father. There is no doubt in my mind he will forgive you too. Tom is a very understanding guy. He gives second chances all the time. Just treat him right and he will give in."

Nodding a bit I got up, "Thanks Matt...It's nice to talk to you. We should talk more often."

Matt gave me a bright smile, "Okay! I don't mind that at all!"

I gave a little chuckle, "Okay then. Well it's late try getting some sleep."

"Oh no can do! I was called in for work today!" He chirped.

I gave Matt a look of confusion, "Work? Matt its 10 pm." 

Matt's cheeks flushed red, making the soft blush he put on pop. He avoided eye contact as he sprayed his face with water (setting spray). "I work all around the clock. Never know when they will call me in." He grabbed a small duffel bag and rushed out.

I racked my brain for jobs that would fit Matt's personality. Then it hit me. Extravagant make up. Works any hours of the day. A bag of unknown things. Not to mention he is very gorgeous  and somewhat fit. My eyes widened, "Holy shit is Matt a stripper?!"