Tomtord Oneshots (Discontinued)

Middle School AU (Special) (Angst)

Warnings- abuse, manipulation

- Tom's POV -
   Another day of middle school. Another day of puberty hell. The one thing I want to do? Skip high school. If middle school is this dead weight, what is high school? I mean.. We only have twenty seven days 'till middle school is over, and yes I've counted since the first day. You may think this is the beginning or ending of the day. Nope! It's in the middle.. "Hey Tim! Over here!" I walked over to my normal group with a groan. I saw Edd, Matt, and Norwegian little Mrs. Perfect. See, that damned Norwegian is the teachers favorite kid. Good grades and good parents. I'm pretty much the damned opposite, but how could I not be when my dad throws my backpack away every week in one of his drunk fits. How could I focus when just a few hours ago I got a lodged piece of glass out of my arm. Every single damned day. I'm not normal, I will admit it. Sometimes I will excuse myself from class just to cry for an hour straight. I shake whenever the word 'parent' is mentioned. I shiver anytime I see a glass bottle. I never am focused enough to get good grades, my whole mind is trying to think about how I can get detention so I don't have to go back home. How I can never get suspension or I would be beaten. I sat down looking at my hands as I heard people laughing and talking. My mind was not in an area to talk.

Clash.

   "WHY DO I EVEN TAKE CARE OF YOU.. YOU FUCKING SLUT!" The interruption of hiccups was noted. I might have it easy this time.

Shatter.

   Blood dripped down my back as I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't cry out in pain. Tears brimmed my eyes. "DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WELL I TREAT YOU?" I know that others have it worse, their just stronger than me. Stronger than my weak... Pathetic.. Self. "AND YOU JUST ABUSE IT!" He slurred, storming closer to me. I ran. Out the door and to the park. I guess I will be sleeping there tonight. For the fifth time this week. I swear it's getting worse. No, no, no, no.. People have it worse than me, most people have it worse than me. I'm just weak and pathetic.

- Tord's POV -
I face palmed at Edd's horrid pun soon glancing at Tom. Tears brimmed his eyes as he stared at his arms. One of his hands was fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie. My mouth went dry, I have never seen the arrogant male get close to crying. Sometimes he is over sensitive, but he is normally closed off from the world. He normally has a harsh guard over his emotions. He does flinch at any physical contact, though. Now that I think about it, he never talks about his home life. Jokes about how bad he sees himself. Parents could be thought of as dead. Has detention almost every day. Edd must have seen my face go blank and he looked over at Tom, too. Tears were falling down his face at this point. I heard him weakly whimper, "Just going to have to sleep at the park again, for the fifth time this week.." What triggered him to think about this? Was it us? Why did he have to sleep at a park? I softly gripped his hand and he noticeably flinched. "Are you ok?" He nodded, getting his hands away from me. "Yep." He got up and walked away like nothing just took place. I quickly followed after him, when he reached the bathroom I had to catch myself from sighing out in relief. I was about to walk away until I heard sobs from the stall Tom went into. Well fuck. Is this what he did when he stayed in the bathroom for an hour or more? Cry? "Hey Tom..? You ok?" "Yep?" Obviously not. "Can I come in then?" I heard him suck in a breathe as the door opened. His face was red and his eyes were puffy, despite that he smiled. I hugged him slightly and he sobbed into my chest. He kept repeating how weak and pathetic he was. He really wasn't, I have never seen him cry until now. "What happened?" "Just... My dad.. Actually, it's probably normal family stuff." If he is crying over his dad taking caring of him with responsibility and kindness he is weak. No offense, but I don't think this is normal family stuff that I'm used to. "You can tell me." "My dad gets drunk and punches me or throws bottles at me.. The normal, right?" He looked up at me, looking genuine. He has to be joking though, right? "No.. No that's not normal. You should be contacting the police..." Confusion spread across his face and he looked at me with concern. "Wh-where will I go?" I tightened my hug quickly stating. "I have an extra room. You can stay with me. My dads won't mind." He nodded, still comprehending the situation he has been in wasn't what he thought it was. If that makes sense.

   Little did I know, taking care of the hurt boy in blue was the most helpful thing I would ever do. To help someone in their time of need, to help them get out of a horrid situation. Even by offering them a room for a couple of months. That, that could be considered the best thing I have ever done. I would even consider it to be my legacy.

A/N
Be caring of the people around you. Word count? (1239 words)

(A big of a rang. Trigger warnings within the rant- real drug addiction, probably real abuse, real prostitution, real adoption.)
Today, which is September 17th, is my little sister's birthday! She finally turned one and I'm really glad that we adopted her. (I am also adopted for those who are curious.) I just wanted to make a oneshot to kind of release something for that... Why Middle School AU? She has the energy of a middle schooler. Why is this angst? As I mentioned, she was adopted. Her birth family is drug addicts, don't worry. They're in jail. The birth mother had other children and she was almost always high on some drug. (The drugs got out of my baby sister's system quickly so it didn't cause to many worries from the doctors.) I, sadly, wouldn't be surprised if she abused her son when she was high. Or the people she brought home (for money to buy drugs) didn't abuse her son. I actually would be semi surprised if they didn't. In all honesty the situation is difficult because the hospital wouldn't call the police because they want people to feel accepted there. No matter if their drug addicts to someone with not even a speeding ticket. We didn't because my baby sister might still belong to the biological grandmother if we did. I wanted to make this situation in a story to kind of say that abuse has a horrid effect on children. One thing I hope school's will add to there programs is signs that someone may be depressed or has their guardian abuse them. Why? So kids can report it and help people out of those situations.