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Hold me close

{[ just a tad bit inspired by Mr nightmares,and llama arts]}

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Tom's p.o.v

I was sitting on the couch watching TV alone.

Edd and Matt had gone out on vacation seeing as it was the middle of winter,and Tord wouldn't be home for a while.

I decided to stay behind which was a total dumbass move of me since I would be home alone basically the whole time.

I looked down at my phone to see the time "2:03" I sighed and closed my eyes realizing how tired and drowsy I was I leaned back and closed my eyes turning off the TV, I didn't fall asleep until I checked the door was locked, I was feeling paranoid all of a sudden.

*Knock knock knock*

3rd p.o.v

Tom quickly jolted up and looked over at the door,he looked back down at his phone and it read 2:59
"Who the hell is knocking on my door at 3 in the morning.." he whispered to himself,his silent whisper was fallowed by a stop of knocking which was fallowed by silence.

"Open the door!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!"

His eyes widened as he heard the sound of two or three men banging on the door and screaming for him to open the door, he started shaking and felt as if he had gone weak.

He got up and slowly looked around the house for Ringo as quitely as he could.

He picked up the gray haired cat and stopped dead in his tracks as he heard glass shatter in the kitchen.

He could feel his whole body stiffen as he heard the voices again but he continued walking up the stairs as quitely as he could, Silently yelling at himself as he realized he forgot to get a weapon from the kitchen.

He reached the hallway and quickly made his way to his room rushing to close the door and hide in his closet.

Tom's p.o.v

As soon as I got in the closet I silently sat down avoiding everything in there that would make noice, I sat down on a pair of my shoes and placed Ringo on my lap,I could tell she knew what was going on since she stayed silent as well,purring against my chest,I'm guessing she was trying to calm me down but nothing but negative thoughts we're going through my mind.

What if they found me?
What were they going to do to me?
Was I going to get killed?
Will Ringo give our position away?
Do they have weapons?
What do they want?
Why me?
Why..isn't tord here with me...?
I felt tears stream down my eyes,as I remembered Tord.
He had been shot in his shoulder after an incident that happened, which...was my fault.

I had gotten into a fight with another grown man,but hey! What am I supposed to do when grown men are testing my patience,I don't let people's bullshit slide, shut up or square up.

Not to mention how shady this man was, if you wear all black AND try to kidnap me I've reasonably already lost patience with you, I didn't know he had a weapon though.

It was my fault Tord had gotten hurt.. it's always my fucking fault.

My eyes shot open as I heard the familiar creaking of my bedroom door when it opened.