A/N: Hey, so before I carry on with the chapter I just wanted to shoe you guys what Jørgen looked like

He looks like a Dick. But damn... His eyes are so darn derpy.

||Norway, Oslo - 21 Years Ago||

//Pat's Point of View//

"W-What?... Oh no... Y-Yes we'll be right there."

I hung up the phone, feeling Paul's eyes burning into me. I lifted my gaze, giving him a pitiful look.

"Tord is in trouble, he got into a fight with another kid." I winced slightly, letting the words fall off my tongue. Paul's eyebrows furrowed, frowning. Placing a cigarette to his lips, he lit up the drug.

A strong silence filled the room, as Paul let out the first puff of smoke. "Let's go get him then." To anyone, his brown eyes would seem calm and relaxed, but I knew Paul better. It looked as if he was expecting this - or something like it.

The car ride to the school was quiet, the only noise being made was Paul's fingers tapping against the steering wheel. We pulled into the parking lot, taking a deep breath to collect our thoughts.

We didn't even have to walk inside the school to find Tord - He was already sitting on a bench outside. His eyes were red from crying, a dark purple shiner right under his eye. His cheek looked a little bruised, a couple scrapes on his hands and knees.

Paul stopped me from getting closer, giving me a concerned look. "Let me try to speak to the kid first, okay?" I bit my lip, furrowing my frown but nodded. Paul took a seat next to Tord, nonchalantly staring off at the cars. I leaned against the hood of the car, crossing my arms as I watched them interacts.

"A-Are you guys gonna punish me?"

Paul only shrugged, letting out another puff of smoke. "Depends. Why'dcha beat the kid?" He leaned back, relaxing his arm over the bench. He was staring down at Tord as if this wasn't such a big deal.

"H-He said you guys were going to hell... That I was adopted, and that my real parents didn't want me."

I felt my heart break, squinting my eyes. Paul shifted, putting his arm over Tord's shoulder.

"Son... You... Are adopted."

Those words left like bitter poison from his lips, tears swelling in Tord's eyes. Paul scooped Tord close to him, hugging him tightly. I leaned up, walking over as I sat on the other side of Tord, putting him in hug sandwich.

"Kid, don't be sad. I mean, we adopted you, right? That means we wanted you. The little fucker that was being a little bitch about us raising you? His parents are stuck with that Lil shit. So don't you EVER think for a second you are not wanted. Understood?"

I grinned, holding back a laugh. Paul had a way with words, I'll give him that. Tord sniffled, wiping his cheek. "Y-Yeah." He cracked a small innocent smile, his happy glow starting to return.

"Good. Now, who wants ice cream?"

"Me!" Tord smiled perking up. I chuckled softly, rubbing Tord's shoulder. "Then let's go kiddo." Paul grinned, standing up.

We all walked to the car, hand in hand, like a real family.

||Present Time||

//Tom's Point of View//

I stirred in the bed, facing the door. Tord still hasn't come up yet. Getting out of bed, I decided I should check on him. I wasn't very trusting of him right now, not yet.

I opened the door, to be met by... Tord?

He looked tanned, tanner than usual. Pushing past me, he let out a grunt. "Move." Was all he said. I pursed my lips and gripped my fist. "Excuse me?" Tord only glanced at me, before flatly ignoring me.

He began to look through the drawers, throwing things onto the floor. "Tord what the fuck are you doing?!" I snapped, pushing him away from the dresser. He looked up at me in anger, hitting me.

He HIT me. I blinked, before twisting my face with rage. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I yelled, pushing him back. His eyes seemed to shift to an angry fear.

He pulled out a pocketknife, plunging it into my abdomen before bolting out of the room.

"Hey!" I heard Tord's gruff voice shout from the halls - Wait, what?

Two different sets of footsteps were heard, running. Irene rushed into, gasping when she saw me.

"Oh god, Tom-"

"Yeah just fuckin' help me." I coughed, pulling out the blade. Irene set me on the bed, shuffling through the bathroom before coming out with a med kit. She examined the wound, before looking up.

"Tom, it's pretty deep."

"Aren't you the head nurse?"

"We need to go into surgery and we don't have any anesthetic to put you on."

"Fuck..."

"Mhm, can you move?"

"Of course I can."

"That's not an option."

We both looked up, seeing the actual Tord standing at the doorway. How could I have been so stupid? Tord has scars - The stranger didn't.

Picking me up with his strong arms, he gave a glance to the nurse. "You coming?"

She nodded quickly making it to the car.

The car ride was filled with tension, Irene and Tord whispering to each other. I was really starting to get pissed and irritated.

"Can someone please tell me whats going on?" I hissed.

"We'll tell you when you're better, I don't want you to get stressed out."

"Not knowing makes me more stressed!"

"Oh for fuck sakes Tord, just tell him."

"No! I don't want to stress him out."

"Not knowing only makes him stress more!"

"I'll tell him when he's better-"

"Tord I can't believe your hiding this."

That last line sunk in. Tord is hiding something from me. What if he's straight? What if he wanted a divorce? I felt tears prickling in my eyes.

I gave my all to this man. I submitted to him in the beginning instead of running away. I gave myself to him, had kids with him. Hell, I even let him test my reptilian blood to see if I was able to actually HAVE kids.

"See? Look what you did dumbass, he's crying!"

"Oh god, baby no, please don't cry."

"Don't call me b-baby." I sobbed, clenching onto my abdomen as I bled out more.

Tord stopped the car, picking me up again. I couldn't resist because I was in too much pain, but oh how I wanted to jerk away badly.

Carrying me through the doors of the base, I was placed on a stretcher and next thing I knew it was lights out for Thomas Lu- Graham.

A/N: Ooooh shits going down. I was gonna say something but I forgot so yeah.