I'm not a fighter (Tom x reader)

Lets talk

"Excuse me, Mr. L/n? Um, quick question, why does your son live with the red leader???" Tord asked my dad eagerly.

"He lives there because he wanted to be close to the red army." He said, averagely as he sat on the couch reading a news paper.

"Oh, ohh, okay then. That definitely makes sense." Tord shot. My dad glared at him then I thought came to him.

"If there wasn't two red army soldiers, or the fact that you are the red leaders son, I swear, I would have... Ugh, never mind." He gave up, to which I was completely shocked of.

The shit?! He gave up that easily?!

My dad knew I didn't want to talk to him, but I'm pretty sure he definitely didn't mind.

But we did really need to have a talk.

Am I going to the red army or not?

If I go, I'll see my brother there more often, but then again, I don't want him to watch me torture people.

Torture people? There's no way I'm doing that, but there's no way I'm going on the battlefield.

Do I run away again? But then again there's no where to go. I can't go back home because they know where the house is now.

So there's no where to go...?

Police? No, the red army is stronger then that.

Me staying home here forever? No, I don't like my dad.

So there only one way to solve this...

"Dad I think I'll just be the red army's ripper." I peeped out, to which he placed his news paper down and faced me.

"What?" He asked, looking a little surprised.

"Y-you heard me." I shuddered out.

I no longer will I want to feel fear of my dad. No. I refuse to be scared any longer.

"Well," he stood up, walking towards me. "That's great!" He said, smiling.

Smiling.

"My little girl is finally going to make me proud! Yes! Thank the lord for this!" He said, then, he grabbed me in a hug. I just stood there, now knowing what to do.

So I padded his back.

Awkwardly.

Then he laughed at me.

"Hugging!" My little brother yelled out. Then he ran up to us and hugged our legs. Then it was my turn to laugh. I placed my hand on his head as my other one was on my dad's side and I smiled,

I know. I'm hugging the man who made my life so depressing and torn, but this moment he said he was genuinely proud of me, made me feel the love I'm finally getting from my own dad.

Now I know I half to be the ripper.

And maybe I'll do it by my own choice.

Flash!

We all heard an old camera go off, to which me and my dad looked up and saw my mom with the camera. "Members." She said, smiling as she took the little peace of paper that came out. She took it and waved it in the air.

She looked at it and then glared at Paul for some reason.

"What?" He asked.

Me and my dad stopped hugging, but Thomas still held my leg. She same up to me as she showed me the picture.