Do you want me here? -Tomark

0.5 First Kiss

Warning: There is possible triggering in this chapter if you don't like it, skip it to the part where it has this *** I love you all.

-Tom's POV-

I know that when I step one foot in that house, I'm in deep shit. I carefully, but quietly open the front door so my dad can't hear me. Unfortunately, I dropped my bag and he heard that. Oh shit.

"Where the fuck have you been you pathetic freak?" He screams at me. I flinch at his tone of voice.

"I-I uhh-hh"

"Get in the kitchen now" he demands. This is where I feel the tears coming on. I walked into the kitchen slowly, afraid of what's coming. As I saw him grab a rolling pin, I turned around to try and run away but he grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back.

"Don't you try an run away from this you fag. You deserve this for being a fat, ugly, pathetic freak" he yelled at me. Tears were streaming down my face.

"Look how weak you are. You're crying you little shit!" I hate this. I can't stand this any longer. Tonight I will end my life for once and for all.

I felt a stinging pain across my cheek. My dad just hit me. But that's not the worse part. He hit me on the back with the kitchen utensil multiple times before I fell to the ground, unable to get up and call for help.

"You're weak. A pathetic little fag who likes boys and not girls. What did I ever tell you huh? I BROUGHT YOU UP TO LIKE GIRLS, NOT BOYS. Fag" he spat in my face. More hot tears ran down my face as he continued to hit and kick me.

This went on for another 10 minutes until he finally got bored.

"I hope you learned your lesson" and with that, he left without another word. Pain consumed my body. I guess I really am pathetic.

As I could move a little bit, I made my way upstairs into the bathroom.

***Triggering part starts now***

I walked inside and locked the door behind me so no-one could get in. As I searched around the cupboard, I finally found the sharp metal object I've been waiting to use.

As I put it against my skin, I thought about all the words my father threw at me. "Fag." "Fat." "Ugly." "Pathetic." "Weak." Each word that came to mind, I slid the piece of metal across my wrist, watching the crimson red colour appear.

I sickly smiled at the view of the blood. 10 more cuts and a knock at the front door was heard. Shit, I still have Mark's jacket.

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-Mark's POV-

I made my way to Tom's (Mark asked Anne where he lives as Tom told Anne) hoping that he'd be home so I could get my jacket. I pulled into the drive way and got out my car, heading towards which I guess is the front door and not the back.

I knocked and waited for about 5 minutes until a man who looked like Tom opened the front door.

"And who might you be?" He questioned giving off a scary vibe.

"I'm Mark, Tom's friend. I came to collect my jacket." I replied. He looked me up and down before opening the door a bit wider letting me through.

"Tom, your friend 'Mark' is here to see you." He shouted. I jumped at the pitch of his voice.

"Go see the little fag upstairs. First door on the left." He told me bluntly.
I nodded and started up the stairs. Who calls their son a fag? I could feel anger bubbling up inside me.

Before I could open the door to his room, I heard quiet sobs coming from another room. It sounded awfully like Tom.

"Tom, is that you in there?" I knocked on the door gently. All I got back was another sob, but louder than the rest.

"Tom, open the door for me please" I asked him.

"No, I don't want you to see me like this." his voice was muffled but I could just about make out what he said.

"Open the door now Tom please" I pleaded. Anne told me about Tom being an emotional person. About 100 thoughts were running around my head about what he could be doing in there.

"Tom now before I knock down this door" I said sternly. Before I could say any more, the door knob jiggled. The door open slightly, me opening it further.

What I saw in there made me so upset. I shut the door behind me so no-one can see in here.

"Why Tom? Why?" I spoke shakily due to the tears running down my face. How could someone so beautiful and flawless do this to themselves?

He just cried more. I slowly made my way over to him and brought him into a hug. Tom cried into the crook of my neck for 10 more minutes until his sobs quietened down and all that was left was sniffling.

"Can you tell me why you did this please?" I asked gently, worried I'll upset him even more.

"M-my dad. He c-called me all these n-names." Again, his voice was muffled as his face was pressed against the clothing on my shoulder/neck.

"What names?"

"Freak. P-pathetic. Fat. Ugly. F-fag."

I was shocked. Tom was none of those things. He's beautiful, flawless, gorgeous. the list goes on for ages.

"Tom, you're none of those things. You're flawless, beautiful, gorgeous and the list goes on and on. Now we better get those cleaned up" I pointed to the marks on his arm. I could see and pink colour on his cheek. A hand print? Did his dad abuse him as well?

"Tom, can you take off your shirt please?" He hesitantly nodded. As he lifted the item of clothing off his head, bruises scattered his body. My hand slapped against my mouth.

"Did your dad do this to you Tom?" I said quietly so he couldn't hear us.

"Y-yeah. He said I-I deserved this" he pointed to his body. I couldn't believe it.

After I cleaned up his arm and put a bandage around it, I took him into his room and started packing a bag.

"What are y-you doing Mark?" He questioned, confusion dripping from his voice.

"You're coming with me to live at my house for a few nights" I replied. Before I could process what I was doing, I felt a pair of lips smash against mine. I immediately kissed back, knowing it was Tom.

His lips were so soft and felt so good against mine. We kissed for what seemed like forever until I pulled away, gasping for air.

"That was.."

"Amazing" I finished off his sentence, smiling brightly. He blushed. I grabbed his hand a dragged him out to my car to take him to mine.

I need Tom to be mine.