THE KIDNAP

Chapter 1

(Tom's pov)

The sun blasted my face and I raised my hand to shield my throbbing head. I sat up and turned to take a moment away from the light as I recollected my thoughts. I pushed myself from my bed and wandered into the kitchen where everyone already collected.

"Morning, Tom!" Yelled Edd, beaming at me. I winced at the volume. He sounded loud as all get out, but I knew it was just my head fucking with me, so I just sat down with them shoving an eggo into my mouth on the way over.

"You slept for quite a while, Tom, are you feeling alright?" Edd asked. I'd been drinking a bit more often than I usually do the past couple of days and I just didn't feel like worrying the boys over stupid shit, so I prepared myself not to wince.

"Yeah no, I'm fine, I think I'm just dehydrated." I said, biting hard into the eggo to muffle the pain of the slash on my rib cage reopen. That one is my lies about alcohol, and it has grown quite big over the years.

I looked up to check if anyone noticed and while Edd and Matt looked perfectly content with my answer, Tord caught my eye and held it before glancing at my rib cage. Cheeky bastard knew my body better than I did sometimes.

But that goes back.

About a year ago, he had found me drunk to death in my room and while some parts were blurry, he ended up topping me and getting me to beg him for more. I still can't quite remember if the first time was consensual or not, but we ended up continuing it like this for a couple of months.

It was mostly just Tord experimenting what I could take and what I couldn't and what my sweet spots were and my triggers. On days where he just wanted to mess with me, he could hit every single pleasure spot I had and leave me a breathless mess for him to do anything to.

He also ended up learning what every scar and wound on my body was for. The slash in the middle of my chest was me denying that I wanted him, and sometimes when he knew it had just healed over, he would force me to admit that I needed him so that I wouldn't reopen it and bleed to death.

But one day he just got up and left. No one had known about this little thing between us, so I couldn't go to anybody about it, but he just hadn't come back. Edd and Matt were of course worried, but it just hurt so much that he had really just left me behind.

But last week he came back, he just up and knocked on the door like the past nine months never existed. Again, Edd and Matt were thrilled and welcomed him back like it was nothing. But he hasn't mentioned a thing or came back to me the way he had. I guess that's why I've been drinking so much lately, it just hurts a lot more than usual.

I knew in around 30 seconds, the reopened wound would bleed through my hoodie and we'd have a problem.

"Alright, I gotta go piss, be right back." I said as a little prick hit my shoulder. I walked into my room, pulling my hoodie over my head and throwing it at my open window where I kept a bucket of water and soap to get rid of the stains. I grabbed a roll of medical tape and examined the slash that ran across my right side. I dabbed away any blood that was just seeping from the cut and started to wrap my chest in the tape. Not two rounds around my chest and I was interrupted.

"Let me help." Tord said as he took the tape from my hand and repositioned what I had already wrapped. I wasn't happy about it, but at least I wasn't bleeding to death.

"Why the fuck did you come back?" I spat at him as he carefully wrapped me up. He didn't say anything and I had a feeling he just didn't feel like injuring himself as he was helping me.

As he made last round, he tore off the end and patched it together nicely. He was always good at that. He stood up straight and watched me.

"I don't kn-" he tried to say before wincing. I snatched his arm and pulled up his sleeve before he could say another word. A long cut ran from his upper arm and down to to his wrist and it was for his lies about me. At this point it had gotten quite nasty.

"It definitely wasn't this bad last time I saw it" I scuffed, as I shoved him back and threw him what was left of the medical tape. He glared at me and my lack of help in the matter as he started to wrap up his arm. I took the couple of quiet minutes between us to think. So he had come back because of me? His lies about me had reopened when he claimed he didn't know why he returned. My heart fluttered for a second before I threw my hopes down again remembering what he did. He left me, he just left. He may be back for me for another reason other than my hopes that he needs me back. I pulled myself out of my thoughts and watched him finish bandaging his arm.

"Then why did you leave at all?" I asked, holding myself from sounding desperate. "No lies this time." I said plainly. Again he just stood there for a minute before answering me.

"I wasn't gonna stay originally, Tom." He looked at me. No cuts opened. "It was originally a quick drop by, move my old equipment out along with some old blueprints that turned out to be worth quite a lot of money." Still no signs of any wounds opening. "Tom, I wasn't gonna stay to start, you were the only reason I stayed for that long as I did." He said, breaking eye contact with me.

He wasn't lying. He really actually wasn't lying. "Of corse it hurt like shit, but I had to go, I had some big prices on my heads becuase my more powerful clients thought I had dipped from our deals. It of course took a long time, but I got everyone off my back and only now was I able to come back safely." He paused again for a minute before finally finishing. "You know, so you guys don't just get killed. I'm so sorry, if I had contacted you they would have found you too, I just couldn't." So he had really been looking out for us and for me? All this time I thought he just used me up and left and now my thoughts rushed and stung with how happy I was.

"You bastard!" I yelled punching his other shoulder before jumping around him and towards the door, "I thought you were a piece of shit! But-" he looked puzzled so I elaborated, "I thought you had just thrown me out!" I said, but I was actually smiling. He looked a little sad but I didn't want to think about that anymore, I had spent 9 months thinking about it. "Come on, I'm actually hungry, let's get something to eat."