Damaged (TomTord) discontinued

Remebering The Past

Tord POV

I laid in bed with a pastel pink sweater I have by my last boyfriend. He didn't actually cheat on me, he actually died because he was hit by a car.

Flask back~

I was walking down the road with my boyfriend while we were holding hands. I looked I at him with a bright smile and he smiled back. "God Tord, your so cute especially with that dress on," Peter told me with a teasing grin.

He made me wear a dark red dress with long sleeves with black trimming on the bottom and the wrist part of the dress. "Oh you be quiet!" I said laughing a bit.

We were crossing the road when suddenly I was pushed down, i looked back with a confused face that turned into shock and pain when I saw Peter on the ground completely covered in blood.

"PETER!" I got up and rain to him. I was holding him in my arms while I was calling an ambulance.

3 weeks later~

I was in the waiting room while Peter was having a surgery. I want him to be ok so I can spend the rest of my life with.

A doctor came out with a disappointing face. "Well??" I asked nervously. "I'm sorry but he passed away, but he wanted you to have this," he handed me a box with a pink bow on it, wrapped in red wrapping paper.

I walked out of the hospital and opened the box to see a pastel pink sweater and a note. I grabbed the note and read it.

Note: Dear Tord,
I know I passed and this is short because you know I'm not good at writing letters to people. Anyway, I wanted you to live and to have a good future. I wish you the best of luck and I hope you might find someone a better than me. Can you do that for me? I want you to know that, if your in a hard situation, stay strong and I love you.

Yours truly, Peter

I was full on crying on a whole other level. I cried and cried until I got to my car. I drove to our apartment and cried myself to sleep.

Back to reality~

I woke up on the couch and laid there as the cold air hit my skin and made me shiver a lot. I still thought of Peter. I then realized my sweater was off.

I got up and walked to the living room to see Jackson with the sweater in front of the fire place. "Jackson! Please dont!" I yelled, not wanting the last thing I had to remember the person who actually cared about me.

He didn't listen and threw a match in the logs and threw the sweater in as it catches fire and burned till it was nothing but ashes.

I stood there crying as the only thing I had from Peter was now turned into ashes because of the devil of the household.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me to our room and threw me on the bed and got on top me and tried kicking him off but he held me down.

I knew what he was doing and I never enjoyed it.

Y'all know what they did. If you don't then I don't wanna say it. I'm still kinda young I ain't gonna write smut for y'all sinners.
Sorry!

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