Night Terrors -(TordTom)

Maybe I Am a Killer

Flaashbaack~

It had been a couple of weeks since Pau and Pat found me. Its been nice, hiding from everyone.

Pau taught me how to smoke like a man. I can still feel the ash in my lungs after my first hit of a blunt.

"Okay, so you put the end part in your mouth and you start inhaling like this." He lit his own cigarette and took an examplatory puff.

I copied his exact movements and inhaled deeply.

"Woah, not that much its your first time-" Pau tried to stop me but it was too late.

I think I coughed up a lung. I was on my hands and knees struggling to breath.

"Did-" *wheeze* "Did I do it?" I looked up at him smiling.

He laughed. "You took it like a champ for your first time. But you need a little more practice."

I huffed. "Did any smoke come out of my mouth like you did at least?"

"Nope. It came out of your ears like in the cartoons." He joked.

I chuckled as I got back onto my feet. "That would be funny if it actually happened. Pat would freak out though. He's already pissed off enough knowing that you're teaching me how to smoke."

"He still thinks you're a kid who needs to be raised properly." He sighed.

What do you mean 'raised properly'? I've been abused bye my father and killed both of my parents. I've basically had to grow up quicker!" I threw my hands in the air.

"I think what Pat wants is for you to have a good childhood."

"If anything, this is my childhood now, and I wouldn't trade it for the world."

He put his hand on my shoulder and started walking back over to our dumpster entrance. "You're all grown up to me. Pat is just a momma bear at heart."

I snorted. "I'm telling him you said that."

He playfully pushed me and chuckled. "Don't you dare!"

Flashback over~

Tom

It was dead silent in the car. Edd looked like he was about to run over a pedestrian.

Even Matt seemed to get the memo and he stayed quiet, occasionally glancing down at his reflection in his pocket mirror he always brought with him.

Tord didn't seem to care, though. He was quietly staring at the ground and smiling to himself.

A part of me wanted to make some kind of contact with him, to see what he was thinking.

The other part wanted me to stay where I was.

What if I touch him and it snaps him out of thought? That would be so awkward.

I didn't realize I was still staring at him when he suddenly met my gaze. We both blushed and looked away, hiding our red faces being the hoods of our sweatshirts.

I glanced at the window, watching his reflection. He looked broken. Like he didn't want to let go of something, yet if he did, he knew it would haunt him the rest of his life.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when we pulled into the driveway followed by Edd flooring the breaks, jerking all of us forward.

I hit the back of the driver's seat face first, thankfully the cushioned part. I got out of the car with the others and sat down on the couch.

Matt ran up to his room.

Not a good sign. Matt hates fights.

As if a dam broke, Edd and Tord burst through the door, mid argument. Edd was chewing out Tord for acting like a serial murderer. Tord responded with something that surprised us all.

Tord

Edd wouldn't let up this time. He kept asking why I did it, what I was holding against them, what was wrong with me.

"What's your problem? You acting like a fucking serial killer!"

"WELL MAYBE I HAVE KILLED PEOPLE OTHER THAN JON!" I screamed, stomping up the stairs and into my room where I could hide and lock myself in.

I heard a shuffling downstairs and then a knock on my door.

"Go away or you'll be killed too!" I half lied, depending on my self control.

"Tord, its us-"

"Well no shit its you, I thought it was the fucking queen of England!"

"Open the door, we just wanna talk."

"Why should I? I'm a serial killer, remember? I'm wanted dead by my old fucking army!"

"We don't care, just open the door!"

I sighed, getting up and unlocking the door. Edd came in, followed by Tom, who shut the door and locked it.

"We don't want Matt to hear about this."

I nodded and sat on my bed. Tom walked over and sat next to me, rubbing my back in a soothing way.

"Now what do you wanna talk about?"

"We wanna know what happened. Tell us the whole story." Edd replied, plopping down on the bean bag chair across the room.

I took a shaky breath, and started rambling.

God, it feels so good to get this off my chest.

I told them everything. From me refusing my father's offer, to meeting Pat and Pau.

After I was done, I wiped some tears away from my cheeks, as both of them looked at me wide eyed in shock. I couldn't tell, but I think Edd was shaking.

"Tord, we had no idea..." Tom trailed off as he hugged me tightly. I hugged back, never knowing what it was like to be loved or cared about for so long. I couldn't hold back my sobs any longer.

"I killed my mother... Shot her right between the eyes... I watched her collapse to the floor... I remember losing all control as I turned on my father, who just laughed in entertainment... Shot him while his back was turned... Watched him choke on his own blood..."

I couldn't stop babbling. Tom held me closer as I heard Edd come over and awkwardly pat my back. I turned to him and reached an arm out too, inviting him into the hug.

"Don't worry, we'll always be there for you if you wanna talk. We understand. There's no reason to keep this stuff back."

"Do you see us calling the cops? You're our friend and we trust you."

I eventually calmed down enough for Tom to notice and pat my back.

"Now come on. Lets go eat some donuts."