Sniper

Chapter 6

"Morning sleepyhead." Tord spoke from behind his mug, sipping whatever drink he decided to have

"Morning." I grunted back

I felt rough, not my usual hangover rough for once but sleep rough. That was the first decent amount of sleep I'd had in years, yet I felt like trash; probably didn't help that I fell asleep in my jeans.

"Do you want coffee? There's a fresh pot on the counter and there's mugs in that cupboard." Tord asked, pointing me to the right cupboard.

"Yeah, thank you." I grabbed a mug and poured  myself some coffee; the breakfast of champs.

"So, did you sleep well? Must have after being awake all night," I nod my head side to side, "not so much? But seriously that couldn't have been healthy, staying awake like that. You looked really sick, not to sound rude or anything!"

"I'm fine don't worry, it's just something I have to deal with." I tried to keep my voice as monotoned as possible to let him know I didn't want to talk about it without having to actually say it.

"Emh well if you want to take a shower or whatever you know where the bathroom is."

"Oh, yeah thanks." I put my empty mug in the sink and made my way to the bathroom.

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I needed a shower bad, I was so sweaty from sleeping in my hoodie and jeans, I must have smelled so bad, probably why he brought it up. Man I really shouldn't have stayed the night, I should have come over to hang and then left, nothing good has come from me staying tonight. Tord's probably realised what kind of a basket case I really am; he must be so sick of me. I'm just gonna have a shower and get out of here so I can go home and get drunk, thank god it's my day off.

I pulled my sweater off exposing my bare chest and began working on my belt when I heard a heart stopping click

"Sorry Tom I forgot there were no towels in here-"

We pause, neither of us say anything, my heart sunk and my adrenaline was racing through my body. His eyes were like knives being dragged continuously over my skin, cutting deeper and deeper. Tears stung my eyes as they spilled from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.

"Tom." Tord dropped the towels his hands shot to cover his gaping mouth.

My knees felt weak. A month into the closest thing to a friendship I had and it was ruined. I'm never getting attached to anyone or anything again.
My legs fell away from me and I plummeted to the ground landing in a heap on the floor, I lost control of any composure I had or was trying to have. I squeezed my eyes tight as tears streamed down my face like that'd stop them.
The floor was cold, it stung my sensitive skin but I couldn't care less right now.

"Tom." Tord spoke again his voice sounding so frail to what it was

"I'm sorry!!! I'm so sorry!!!" I cried out physically shaking with every cry.

A sudden warmth wrapped itself around me, a pleasant change from the stinging cold floor.

I'm pulled roughly into tords lap and he squeezes my quivering frame, "Oh Tom, it's okay, you're okay."

I wrapped my arms around him, pushing my face into his chest. He rubbed my back gently comforting me the best he could.

"I'm sorry, this is who I am. You don't have to be around me anymore" I stutter through sniffles.

"Stop that!" He snaps bitterly tilting my head up so he could look at my face, "Don't you dare ever say that, I promise I would never abandon you! I can be an asshole, yes. but I'm not evil!" He holds me close to him again