INSTA-Daddy

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A/N

This is a flashback under Tom's Pov. Just a heads up ^^

Omygash. Backstooooryyyy...

This is a long chapter so be warned.

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"Well? Aren't ya going to fight?" Said the man with the dragoon tattoo as he grinned at me tauntingly.

I was forced to come to this dark alley somewhere around town. They used my girlfriend as a bait so I had no choice but to come.

Some bald guy was holding Nina, my girlfriend, captive. Her hands were in handcuffs, and her neck was cuffed with a metal ring while the bald guy held unto its chain.

We were surrounded so there was no way to make a quick escape. Each of the hooligans had their weapons: metal baseball bats, chains, hand knuckles. I brought nothing.

Nina's face had been covered by dried up tears, sweat, and dirt. Her clothing was torn, revealing a huge portion of her legs. The blade tip of the knife was pointed to her neck. She was shaking her head to me, telling me to not give in to their request.

I knew who these guys were. And, I know they hated me for what I did.

You see, I was part of a gang under the leadership of a guy named Pace. We called ourselves 'Lone Wolves'. Back then, gangs were still a thing. I was the youngest member, joining at the age of 13 and stayed for around three years until I decided to leave 2 months ago, when I met Nina.

We would do all radical things. Go into gang fights, vandalize, steal small-time establishments, those sort of stuff. Although I was certain that the bigger dudes do worst stuff than that.

But being in the gang wasn't what made me what I am now. Even before I became part of them, I was already an asshole. I would skip school, talk back to teachers, talk back to my grandparents, cuss, and bully other kids. When I joined, that was when I learned to smoke, to drink, and fvck girls. Heck, I lost my virginity to Pace's girlfriend Rose--- and I had just turned 14.

Like all bad boy clichés, I wasn't exposed to a happy family. Despite coming from a rich bloodline, my parents never savoured that.

My grandparents were rich business folks, owning a prestige restaurant, and having their own ranch in the countryside.

Mother was a senior in highschool when she met my father who was nine years older than her. He was a drunk nobody so I don't understand how my mother, who was supposed to be educated, ended up falling in love with a bastard like him.

My grandparents didn't approve of their relationship. If I were them, I wouldn't have either. But what can I do?

They were planning to send her to a boarding school in the UK. When she heard of this, she didn't hesitate to run away. Where did she go? To that son of a gun asshole I am too embarrassed to call 'father'.

With their so-called 'passionate love', alas, I was born. A child neither of them wanted. My mother would do her best to show me her motherly love but my father? Just picture this: One night when he was super wasted and high, he tried to drown me in a toilet bowl when I was five. FIVE!!!

Mother would shiver everytime she tells me that story while my hatred for that son of a gun just grew and grew each day.

As I grew older, father would abuse both me and my mother whether drunk or not. At night I could hear my mother crying everytime father goes home with a couple of hickeys. There were times when he brings his strippers at home, and they do it on their bed.