*past*
The water turned cold and he stepped out, turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He quickly dried his arms and wrapped them with bandages. He dried the rest of his body and headed to his room and got dressed, making sure he put on his hoodie.
His phone dinged off and he checked who it was. It was Tord. He didn't bother checking what he said. He set his phone on his night stand and grabbed a book to read.
After 20 minutes of reading he heard the front door slam close, signaling that his Aunt and Uncle had left. Now was his chance. He grabbed his phone and called his boyfriend.
It took five rings before he had an answer. “About damn time!” The norsk mumbled out. Tom actually winced a bit. “I-I'm sorry babe. I just- things’ve been rough over here.” He heard a sigh from the other side. “Wanna talk about it?”
Did he? Maybe he'd feel better. “Yeah. Can you come over?” “Course baby, anything for you. Be there in ten.” The call ended and the boy wasn't sure if it was smart to drag his boyfriend into his mess. Too late to fix it.
The moment had arrived, his boyfriend was in his room, holding Tom tightly. Tom had told him everything. The beatings, the cutting, his depression. Tord was whispering soft nothings to him as he cried. Everything felt like it was too much that it felt like nothing at all.
The norsk let go and kissed the Brit gently. “It's gonna be alright. I'll be here for you.” He rested his forehead against his boyfriend's and held his hand. “Jeg elsker deg.” A smile pulled onto the eyeless boy's face. Things were going to get better.
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5 a.m. (tomtord)
FanfictionIt's 5 a.m. and he hasn't slept, he misses him... The truth is he hasn't slept, he misses him ever so much. He's trying to figure out where he went wrong and why he did it. Memories of the good times won't let him go. He remembers the time he was t...
