Tomtord; When you see it you'll shit bricks

Chapter 21: 21 gecs

Tord is still staring out the door at the ginger running away into his car. Tord still didn't know what to say as he watched Matt run off.
"So did you enjoy yourself, sweetie?" Tom questioned Tord.
"Tom. What the fuck." is all Tord said and he looked over to the latex covered twink.
"What. What's the problem." Tord didn't have the energy to talk to Tom at that point in time.
"I think I'm going to go stay in a hotel tonight." Tord didn't even bother to pack his things, he just immediately left to go to the closest place he could stay, the Motel gec.
Tord sped down the road as the golden sunset went down over the horizon, after about thirty minutes of driving he finally got there. He walked into the entry room and saw an older woman with gray curls at the table.
"Hey, can I get a room?" He requested. The old lady looked at him
"Yeah. 40 pounds." Tord reached into his wallet and gave the woman the cash. She handed him a key before he thanked her and made his way to his room. He noticed the room next to his had a familiar soft red glow coming from it. He didn't pay attention to the glow at first. He entered his room and laid back on his bed. He rubbed his temples again and sat in the atmosphere of the motel room. Before long everything seemed deafeningly quiet. Then he heard a faint chanting. He tried to ignore it at first, but before long It was more deafening than the silence. It was all he could hear, it filled his brain and it was all he could focus on. He shot up from the bed and it stopped.
What the fuck-
He walked out of his room and looked into the window next to him. The soft glow from the window felt blinding to Tord. He wanted to approach it, he needed to approach it. He snooped in through the window and saw two figures around the blinding light. Tord knocked on the door and heard people chanting in Russian. The door opened and Tord saw his father, Paul.
"Patryck- It worked." Tord confused, never got a chance to reply before being yanked into their room.
"Wh-What's going on-" Tord asked, receiving no response. Tord's two fathers slammed him down by the light. It now being the only thing in his vision.
"DAD? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???" Tord terrified, questioned once again.
"We performed a ritual to summon you here Tord, You were drawn to this specific place by us." Tord even more scared by this tried to question again but he started to black out.
"D-Dad...?" Tord was able to let out one final word before being completely blacked out.
Paul looked down on his completely knocked out son, surrounded by the red candle light.
"Paul, was it really necessary to do it this soon to him?" Patryck questioned,
"If we waited any longer our work from last week would have been useless." Paul answered. Patryck understood and continued the ritual. The two of them chanted in Russian causing Tord's limp body to float up in the air. Before long they heard voices from the void chanting with them. The red glow surrounding the scene quickly faded into that of light blue. This caused Patryck's face to light up but he knew better than to stop chanting. Tord's body dropped down to the ground and the ritual concluded.
"We should put him back in his room." Patryck suggested. Paul agreed and they picked up his body and took him back into his hotel room. They tucked him into bed and returned back to their room.
Tord woke up to have the sun shining in through his window, giving Tord a sense of nostalgia to a day that happened months ago. Just this time, he wasn't looking forward to seeing Tom. Tord got up out of his bed, knowing he had to leave soon. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to see Tom. But he had no other option, so he got up and left his room. Entering his car to see a small note on the seat.

'Tord, if you are reading this I assume you are in good health. We love you very much and we want the best for you. So that is why we are doing the things we are doing for you. You may not understand now, but this is for the best.
Love, Paul and Patryck.'

Tord agreed with the note, he didn't know what it meant. He had an extremely vague memory of the night before, only remembering a red glow. He put the note inside his pocket before heading back home. He was on the road staring out at the rising sun. Before long he arrived home and entered his apartment to see yet another note.

'Tord, I went shopping. Be home soon - ❤️ Tom.'

Tord was extremely happy to find out Tom was gone. He entered his room and sat on his bed taking off his shoes. Then something from underneath the bed grabbed at his leg and started to drag him under. Tord screeched before he knew it a hand was covering his mouth.
"Hello Tord."