Crimson Red-A TomTord Fanfic

Lavender

Chapter: 9

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Tord's POV

I usher Matt into the room, glad that there's someone else here to break the tension that has built up between Tom and I.

"Oh my gosh, Tom, I was looking everywhere for you!" Matt ignores me and runs to Tom, but Tom backs away. "Oh, sorry." Matt turns back to me. "What happened?"

He looks between Tom and me, back and forth, back and forth.

I know Matt's wondering why Tom spent the night here with me.

I begin to speak. "We-"

Tom perks up, "Oh, commie here was just trying to convince me to join the Red Army. He was trying to hurt me. He kidnapped me."

I realise what he's just said, and I feel a twinge of pain in my chest. Why would he ever say that?

Matt looks at me. "T-Tord, were you trying to hurt Tom? I thought you had given up being the Red Leader after what happened." He stares me in the eye intently.

"I-I wasn't doing anything! Tom," I look at him, but he's moved closer to Matt now and he's trying to avoid my gaze. "Tom, what are you saying? I wasn't-" I look down, trailing off.

"Come on, Matt, leave him be." And just like that, Tom grabs Matt by the sleeve of the ginger's overcoat and pulls him out the door."

I watch Tom pick up his shirt and leave. Then I watch Matt drive off from the window, hopeless.

I can't help but think, He called me gay. He said I was trying to hurt him. I should have never helped him. I thought I changed, but maybe I should just do what I came back to do in the first place.

I chuckle under my breath and find the knife in the bedside drawer, holding it between my cold fingers and pressing it close to my skin once more.

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Tom's POV

I feel good to have gotten Tord off my chest, good to have left that cold, unwelcoming apartment room with the hospital bed in it.

But as I think this, I can't help but look down and realize I'm still wearing his tattered grey shirt. Its thin and doesn't smell like anything much, except for a faint scent of something resembling lavender. It reminds me of faded pictures of never-ending fields of purple I've seen in old photo books and scenes in movies.

I'd never noticed Tord wore a lavender scent around. I guess I just wasn't ever close enough to him to realise it.

I wasn't at all sure Tord had given up being evil, but the truth was, if I'd been falling into his trap, I'd kind of enjoyed it. Of course, I wasn't going to admit that to anyone.

Sooner or later, Tord will do something evil, I think in the backseat of Matt's convertible as we drive home, unfazed by the monotonous buildings that pass us by. Sooner or later...

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