You're Not my Friend | Old version (Discontinued)

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It all started August of 2015.
Tom woke up to an empty bed.
Again.
He sighed and sniffled a bit. Tom didn't know why but for some reason, Tord was always out. He never did anything with Tom much and the one thing that hurt Tom the most, was the fact that he wouldn't say "I love you" back anymore. Tom felt like he was doing everything, like he was the one actually in a relationship. Tord isn't even calling him pet names anymore.
Tom liked those.
He never understood why as the fact that Tord just stopped. He became more distant lately and is always "working on something important." But what about Tom? Wasn't he important? Didn't Tord ever take a moment to stop and think about the man he loved?
Tom sniffled again, a tear rolling down his cheek. He never told Tord anything. Not what he felt, not how he was, not how he was sick and tired of seeing Tord go, and definitely not how he wanted to break up. He just thought their relationship was a little shaken and they'd fix it, that's all. He told Edd everything like he usually does. To which Edd responded with, "Tom you need to stop letting this man walk all over you. If you have an issue, then you have an issue. Just say something." Edd was right. Tom did have an issue. Many issues with how their relationship was turning out. He remembered the day when Tord came back drunk and just immidiently pinned Tom to the wall and kissed him. Like the usual routine, they had sex and Tord didn't say anything. In fact, now that Tom realized, they had sex a lot more frequently now. He didn't like being touched only for it to be sexual. He wanted a kiss, a hug, a kind gesture, real love. Not just make outs, sex, and drinks.
Tom wiped his tears with his wrist. He stood up and slowly walked out of the room. He took a deep breath and sighed. Today would be the day Tom has finally had enough. He'd put his foot down and stare into the face of a snake.
But he didn't know that yet.
Tom walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He walked to the kitchen and decided to make some eggs for breakfast. He walked over to the stove and grabbed a pan hanging from the rack. He rummaged through the fridge to look for some eggs. He grabbed two and started to work-I mean, cook. "Hi Tim!" Tom turned around to see Matt standing in the arch way. "Oh hey Matt." Tom said quietly. Matt walked over and grabbed some toast, putting them into the toaster. Tom sighed. "Are you okay?" Matt asked. "Y-Yeah I'm fine.." Tom replied. Matt grabbed Tom by the shoulders and turned him so that they were facing each other. He squished Tom's cheeks and frowned. "You look sad." He said. Tom nodded. "That's because I am sad." He said. "I'm mad, I'm fed up, I'm s-sick and tired.. I want to break up with Tord but I-I don't know how.."
"Thomas.."
Both Matt and Tom turned their heads to see Tord standing there, in the arch way. Matt let go of Tom's cheeks and whispered, "There's your chance" before leaving the room.

"So you wanted to break up with me?" Tord asked. Tom sighed. "Tord I-I don't know.." He said. "I do but I don't. I-It's complicate-"
"-Complicated!? How is telling someone you wanted to end the very thing that puts us together complicated!? Why not just tell me you hate me and spare me the pain."
"Tord please-"
"-Please what? Please, "I did not mean it." Please, "you do not understand?" Tom I actually care about us. You just want to end it all like it means nothing to you!"
"Did you not hear me!? I said I didn't know how! Tord I-I love you but I feel like I'm putting up all the effort to keep this relationship."
Tord scoffed and turned. Tom sighed. He hung his head and tears fell down his face. "I'm sorry Tord. I just don't think we're together anymore. You're always at some place you won't tell me about, and lately, it seems like all you want is action." He said, slowly walking up to Tord. He placed a hand on his shoulder and Tord slapped his hand away. "Of course." He said. "Of course you feel like you are doing everything. I am the one who is doing everything!"
"Well "me too" isn't the kind of thing you say to a person after they say "I love you!"
"You are so selfish! I am doing my best and you want more! Always thinking about yourself."
"I'm thinking about myself!? Yeah, of course constant sex is the one thing I want! Tord, what happened to you. You're different."
"I am the same person Thomas."
"No. Tell me. Tell me why you decided to go. Tell me why you just pretended to love me for all these years, just so you could do this to me.."
Tom sniffled and wiped his tears. He looked back up at Tord and looked him in the eyes. "Tell me the truth.." He said. Tord sighed, he was still angry. "I used you." He answered. Tom felt likw his heart shattered into a million pieces. "What...?" He whispered. "I used you." Tord repeated.
"No. No, no, that-that's a lie..you wouldn't do that.."
"Sadly I did. I used you for sex. You were just so easy, and I knew I wanted to have something from you. I only used you because I knew you could not get pregnant and I would not have to have a child. So there. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Tom's facial expression turned from sad and shocked, to mad in an instant. He slapped Tord's face and looked up at him. "I TRUSTED YOU!" He yelled. "AND YOU DO THIS TO ME!? HOW COULD YOU!" Tom slapped him again. "You asked for the truth Thomas. So I gave you the truth." Tord said, all too casually.
"DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ME AT ALL!?"
"Well..no. Not really."
Tom cried and slapped Tord once again. He hung his head. "I can't believe I fell for that shit!" Tom yelled. "FUCK YOU! YOU KNOW WHAT!? I DIDN'T KNOW HOW I WAS GONNA BREAK UP WITH YOU BEFORE, BUT NOW I DO!" Tom punched Tord in the stomach. Tord goaned and clutched his stomach. "I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! MY TIME, MY LIFE, MY MONEY, EVEN MY FUCKING VIRGINITY! HOW DARE YOU!?" He yelled. Tom stood there, tears streaming down his face, and panting. He had a minor flashback of all the times he and Tord had sex. Not once did Tord every tell him he "loved" him. Not once did he stay to help him. Not once did Tord ever cuddle, or snuggle with him. Tom was always stuck by himself. In a lonely bed, in a lonely room.
With no one to love.
Tom blinked and more tears poured down his face down onto the floor. He hung his head in shame. How has he not noticed this before? How has be become so small and weak and vunerable. He slowly put a hand to his heart. "You lied to me..you lied to my face.." Tom said quietly. Tord watched and nodded slowly. "I did." He said. He crouched down to Tom's height and cupped his face. "Love is a setback Tom." He said. "I could not let you get in the way so I had to..tire you out. You see Thomas, what I am working on will change humanity." Tom raised his hands and slowly removed Tord's hands from his face. "And you didn't bother to tell me.." He whispered.
"Sometimes you have to do what you have to do."
"I thought-I thought you loved me..."
"..."
"Get out."
Tord was drawn back by this. "What?" He asked. "I said," Tom started, "Get. Out." Tord stood back up and crossed his arms. He looked down at Tom, unamused. "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" Tom shouted. Horns, fangs, claws, and a tail appeared. His voice turned into a deep grumbled and he looked up at Tord. "LEAVE! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!" Tord smirked. He put his hands in his hoodie pocket and walked toward the hallways. Tom sighed and looked down at his hands. "I'm so stupid.." He whispered. His monster attributes soon faded away and Tom waited for Tord. Soon, Tord emerged from the hallway with his things. "You know you are making a big mistake Thomas." He said. "Shut the fuck up." Tom mumbled. He pointed to the door and Tord shrugged. He picked up his things and left, shutting the door. Tom stood there, silent. He teared up and ran to his room. He slammed the door shut and locked it. He looked around frantically. "Where is it, where is it!" Tom exclaimed. He found his old bottle of unfinished smirnoff and popped the top off, taking a swig. He leaned on his nightstand and sighed. "I fucking hate you.." He whispered to himself. He grabbed the photo he had of him and Tord. A polaroid. In Tom's handwriting, "I will always love you." Tom cried silently and watched as the tears fell down onto the photograph. He threw it and slid down his nightstand, back facing it as he balled up and sobbed. He drank his smirnoff and sighed.

"I hate you.."