TomTord oneshots

more angst jfc

trigger warning: abuse

"Well, would you look at that."

Her tone was terrifying.

Tom was shaking.

His mom stared at his report card, face blank. It caused unease to flutter inside of him, tearing at his stomach.

She finally looked up at him, pursing her lips. "I'm very surprised."

Tom began to grip his arm in panic. "O-of what?" he asked, eyes reaching for the ground.

Clicking her tongue, she twirled a pen around her fingers. "You managed to get an A. That's pretty good compared to your... usual grades."

Tom's shaking worsened, raw emotion cutting him at the backhanded compliment.

He had always been an esteemed student, having never gotten a grade below B+ but rarely above A-.

Having his mother stare at him with such brutal disappointment only made him shake more and more.

"David, my love."

Her call snapped Tom out of his thoughts, the Brit whipping his head up and eyes widening with fear.

His father, David, stepped out from a doorway, face full of hidden malice.

David was a priest; a respected one at that.

He wasn't as good as his teachings made him out to be.

"Yes, angel?" he cooed to Mom, voice sweet and suspicious (to Tom, at least).

"Look at this! Our son, Thomas, fixed himself up and got an A for once! Aren't you just so proud?"

Tom took a step back, face burning with shame. Why was he ashamed? He was a good student.

Perhaps it was their obvious sarcasm.

His mother and father began to discuss, seemingly mocking Tom, but he wasn't listening.

His hands clenched and he felt oncoming tears of frustration.

He tries. He tries so hard and studies as much as he can, and this is how his parents treat his hard work?

It's ridiculous.

This situation was ridiculous.

His parents were ridiculous.

His life was ridiculous.

He froze when he heard his mother mutter, "And he's just such a big disappointment."

"Oh, shut up!" he snarled before he realized what he was doing, taking a step forward as he gestured toward them in accusation.

Silence.

Oh god, what had he done?

His aggressive stance fell apart within seconds, walking backward as his eyes widened, arms dropping to his sides.

His mother rose from her seat at the kitchen table, clutching his report card, shaking with fury. "What did you just say to me?"

Her tone was even but Tom knew she was not calm.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please, it just slipped out—"

"It just slipped out?" she barked, roughly shoving the chair away from her.

David was next in line to throw in insult. "Is that how you talk to your parents, bitch?"

"No." He lowered his head. "It was a mistake, sir."