Commie And Jehovah {TomTord}

TomTord Part 8

Tord's Backstory

{⚠️Warning! Do not read this chapter if you are sensitive to sexual, verbal and physical abuse and self harm/suicidal thoughts! This chapter includes it so if you don't like it, don't read this one! Thank you⚠️}

Tord's past was pretty rough. Fights, depression, anxiety, hell, even insomnia. He mostly fought with his dad and occasionally an argument with his friend Thomas. He hated being called Thomas, he preferred to be called Tom but, because it annoyed him, Tord pretty much always called him it. Well, before calling him Jehovah's once he found out that he was a Jehovah's Witness. He would still call Tom, Thomas on a few occasions. Anyway, back to Tord. He was pretty broken from what had happened to him, it was illegal and wrong on so many levels. Wanna find out? Well, here we go... here's a memory...

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[Back When Tord Was 12-14]

Tord had just gotten home from going out with some friends, it was a Saturday but, you see, Tord wasn't allowed out on Weekends with anyone except his father. He slowly and quietly closed the door behind him, before hearing a cough come from behind him. Crap. Tord quickly turned around and saw his angry father, holding an empty bottle of beer. Tord swallowed nervously and looked down, whining at the silence. Then, he felt a sharp pain on his head, followed by a very loud, Smash! His father had smashed the bottle over his son's head, showing no mercy for breaking the rules. "Tord." He said with a growl. The Norsk made a run for it past him but was caught by the back of his hood and pulled back harshly. He had a firm grip on him, leaning into his ear, whispering, "You didn't think you'd get away that easily, did you, Bitch?" He chuckled menacingly as he spoke. He dragged him into the basement slowly. Tord tried his best to get away, slipping out of his hoodie and darting upstairs. His father dropped the forgotten hoodie and ran after him. Tord managed to get upstairs and lock his bedroom door before his dad made it to him. He panted and looked towards the window, rushing over to try and open it. Locked. He looked around his room desperately, trying to find a way to escape this living hell. He opened his bedside Table drawer and found a large rock, about the size of his hand, he picked up the stone as fast as he could and darted to the window, hitting the stone against it a few times. It only cracked the window slightly. Shit. He heard the door slam open, making him turn around instantly. He looked at his father, slowly walking towards him, he couldn't move, frozen in place. He grabbed him by the ear harshly and pulled him along forcefully. Tord was kicking his legs and yelling, trying to get a neighbors' attention, needing to be saved, needing this to stop.
He knew it wouldn't.
He knew he couldn't.
Tord was thrown into the basement, a slam from the basement door. He scrambled to his feet and looked at him, tearing up. "You know this isn't right!" He yelled out of desperation, "You need to stop! Please!" He felt his warm tears run down his cheeks, he closed his eyes, crying more. He leaned against the nearby wall and slid down it, tucking into a ball. After a few seconds of footsteps and rustling, he felt something against his lips. He looked up to see his fathers' cock was out, pressed against his lips. "Suck." He ordered in a harsh tone. And he did so. More things happened that day that I don't need to go into detail about it. Tord was fucked senseless a few times, whipped, slapped, hell even wounded, left in the basement to recover for a couple days.

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Now you may be wondering, what was going on inside Tord's head? He was scarred, scarred for life with what his father did to him, and you shouldn't blame him nor be surprised. Though, he ended the trauma by himself. He was about to be 'punished' again but oh he had another idea. Tord had taken out a gun from his pocket, which was smuggled home from the army base, and shot him in the head. He didn't laugh, cry, smile or frown when he saw his body limp, he had no emotion. And that's why he was promoted to 'Red Leader' at such a young age, because he killed his own father.
He killed Red Leader.

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{AAAAAAAAAND that's Tord's backstory :') sorry it took so long to get out, I didn't know where I wanted to take the story so... I made this now instead of later k bye lol}