tomtord (with some plot)

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toms POV

i woke up with the sun shining on my face. everything felt numb. warm and numb under the red sheet. "FUCK!" the sudden shout followed by a thud on the table made me flinch. i instantly pretended to sleep incase he looked in my direction. he sounds pissed and i dont wanna be at the end of that intense anger. after shouting in norwegian he threw his phone at the wall and sat next to me on the bed.  i opened my eyes to look at him pretending to only just now wake up "what are you doing commie bastard-" i was cut off by him grabing my hair and pulling me up to my knees "what the hell did i say about calling me that" his tone of voice was cold and full of anger. "ive called you that for years. why are you suddenly all pissed about it-" he tightened his grip and pulled me up so that our eyes meet "do you really thing youre in the situation to question me?"  my knees are barely touching the bed. it feels like hes about to pull my hair off. "what fuck happened to you!? one minute youre seducing me then within a second youre a cold terrifying bastard who's probably going to fucking kill me!" i instantly realized that what I said was all on impulse. "tord look i-" he let go of my hair and let me fall on the bed. i didnt move. i cant move, my arms and legs are still tied. this is it. hes going to fucking kill me. he grabbed my left arm pulling me up.  my body is still numb but i can still barely feel "tord dont!" i struggled to get my legs. "You better learn some fucking respect when talking to an army leader" army?! what army?! why me?! my heart is racing again. "Is that what you were doing all these months" i mumbled. Only silence. he let go again and i fell to the bed. he stood up "When we get to my base tomorrow you will address me as Red Leader. Are we clear?" How... how the hell am I supposed to respond... "Thomas. Are we clear." The bastard demanded a response. He knows how much I hate being called Thomas. "Yes sir..." I mumbled burying my face into a pillow. He won... "get rest we leave early tomorrow" I choose not to respond. He'll hear my trembling voice and know I'm crying. I don't want this. I just want to go home, cuddle ringo on the couch with edd and Matt while watching shitty cartoons.

Tords POV
After leaving the room I leaned on the door pinching the bridge of my nose. Am I honestly going through with this? Why am I risking so much on a broken alcoholic who doesn't remember the most important stuff I need him to remember. I took out my phone to call pau "hey pau it's me. Pick us up at 3 am tomorrow" I ordered one of my most trusted soldier "sir!" He answered and ended the call. I walked back into the room hearing quiet sobbing. Sighing I lied on the couch. I'll give him a break for now. i dont feel like dealing with more of his shit.
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Re wrote the ending cuz I didn't like how the old one was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯