Scars Don't Heal Themselves (TomTord)

Glass in Your Skin

Well I'm back after uploading two days ago. Why am I doing this my friend is coming soon and I'm still in my PJs and still in my bed :(

Tom POV

I looked out the window with Tord and grabbed my knife and walked to the door and looked out the keyhole. Tord was clutching my arm. His dad was banging on my door and I hid around the corner of the hallway.

The door crashed open and Tord tightened his grip on my arm while whimpering. "TORD, WHERE ARE YOU!?" I heard walking and I told Tord
to be quiet and to go hide.

He got up and tip-toed to somewhere safe , that is until when he stepped it made a creaking sound.

His dad whipped his head around and looked at us. He was holding a glass bottle of vodka. He looked at us with HATE in his eyes but with a evil smirk.

"Is this eyeless creep your friend?" He asked with a devilish tone. "I uhh..." he said nervously, not wanting to get hurt. I am gonna regret this but he should know the truth. "I'm NOT his friend, I'm his BOYFRIEND!" I yelled with a rude tone. Tord looked shocked and scared.

"What!? I CANT BELIEVE YOU TORD, YOUR SUPPOSED TO LIKE GIRLS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" I punched him in the stomach and told Tord to run and find somewhere safe to be.

He ran and dashed up the stairs. I fought his dad and hit the bottle on my arm and I screamed in pain and in tears. He kicked me and held me down on the floor with my arms behind my back.

I lost my weapon so I couldn't fight back. I tried to push him off and run but couldn't. For someone who drinks a lot, he sure is very strong.

Then I blacked out cold.
Tord POV

I couldn't help but listen to Toms cries and I couldn't help but cry myself. I got fed up with my dad. With him abusing me, my mom, destroying everything that I care about.

I searched through Toms room and found a knife. I looked at the door and clenched the knife tighter and kept my glare. I took off my flower crown and my pastel sweater and pulled on a black hoodie and pulled on gloves so when the police identify the knife, I won't be taken to jail and opened the door without trying to make a sound.

I looked down the stairs and saw Tom with glass in his skin. My eyes widened and then I growled. I ran downstairs and attacked my dad. I took him down and tried to stab him. He cut my hand and I yelped in pain I still held the knife and stabbed his stomach and pushed him off me.

I ran to Tom and saw that he blacked out cold. I called an ambulance and the police. I held Tom close and cried. The ambulance and the police came and took Tom. I came so I make sure Tom is ok sooner.

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