I'm not a fighter (Tom x reader)

Running with Tord.

They made me answer all there questions...

By using Tom as hostage.

"Great! Let's go get that annoying prick and leave!" Paul said, clearly talking about Tord.

What the hell do they want with Tord? What does the red army haft to do with him to? Does he talk about the red army? Not even once about that! So why? Did he do something wrong? He alway had a gun in his room, I thought that was weird because no one would mess with us since basically everyone knew who we are. They knew we were good people.

And how the hell did they know who I am...

Oh yeah.

My dad was apart of that army. He was a great solder, but not a very great father. I'm not all that surprised that my dad would still be looking for me. He did want me to be one of them.

I guess he asked the red leader to help I guess.

But how could I fight in the war? I can't fight.

I'm not a fighter.

"We will be going now. Thanks for selling out your friend and telling us your address simply. Your father would be happy to see you!" Paul said with a sarcastic tone and grin.

I froze. My father...? Oh no...

"Stop trying to be badass. We haft to go, boss gets cranky, remember?" He reminded. Then there was a loud groan coming from Tom laying on the ground. They jumped. "Crap, I thought it was supposed to be for an hour or two? Okay, we gotta go. Y/n?" He looked at me. I looked back at him with a glare. "Good luck with the rest of your life." Then he ran off with Paul as Tom let out another groan.

What he said took my off guard.

Good luck? What is that supposed to mean? The army thing and my dad? My life has been care free for the past three years and now this?

"Tom!" I yelled as I finally was able to check on Tom with those idiots not being here.

"The bloody hell...?" He mumbled, as he roiled on his back, clutching his head as I bent on my knees to check on him.

"Tom! Are you okay?!" I yelled.

"What the hell happened...?" He groaned again, sitting up with one eye closed.

"You—" I was planing to tell him what happened, but I cut myself off. "You were robbed. Two guys came and shot something at you." I said with a less panicked voice.

I didn't want to tell him why they were here. Or what they told me or what's coming. Tom was going to worry along with the others. The only person was I to talk to was Tord.

"Seriously?! What'd they take?!" He said as he checked his pockets, noticing he still had all his stuff. He gave me a confused look.

I knew I needed to say something. "They stole my wallet, yep, all my money." I said. He gave me a concerned look next.

"What?! Did they hurt you?!" He asked, holding me close to him now.

"No, they didn't. Tom, can you just take me home now? I'm tired." I lied, knowing that he actually knew I was lying. He narrowed his eyes at me for a split second and then got up and held a hand for me to take, acting like he didn't just get knocked out a few minutes ago.

"Okay, let's go."

///time skip~~~~///

I needed to talk to Tord.

Knocking on his room door, I heard a few things falling and hitting the floor along with a lot of movement coming from the room. I didn't question it, this boy was already weird enough as it is. Then he finally opened the door. "Hey, Y/n, what's going on?" He said, leaning on the door frame. I looked at him weirdly as I pushed him in the room and closing the door and shutting it. He looked at me weirdly next. "Please don't hurt me, I'm the one who ate all the ice cream Edd just got ten minutes ago." He said, raising up his hand as he backed up a little.