𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 | 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

{inspired by thirteen}
{tw! sh, substance abuse, physical abuse}

y/n rubbed her face, trying to comprehend
what was going on. she felt higher
than a cat’s ass. tord sat on her bed, ingesting
chemicals from a can of some sorts,
who the hell cares what it was?

“hit me..” y/n mumbled. tord giggled.
“i’m serious i cant feel anything! HIT ME-“
y/n yelled, as tord slapped her across the face.
“AGAIN! AUGH-“ she screamed.
tord took another hit of the canister,
and gasped.

“i keep hearing this- whomp, whomp, whomp
in my head..!” he said.
“that’s just your braincells popping…”
y/n said, before the two broke into a fit
of laughter once again.

“guys! hey- what’s going on?!”
a certain ginger yelled from down the hall.
tord quickly fell off of the bed, and y/n
laughed as she passed out onto
her pillows.

matt bit his nails, worrying about y/n.
he had watched a change in her ever
since tord came back around.
matt wasn’t ready for what was
yet to come.

…

“Y/N WAS DRAWING WITH EDD ON OUR SWING SET BEFORE SHE MET TORD!” matt yelled, chasing
everyone into the kitchen.

“did he teach you how to beat the shit
out of him too?! don’t even start
with me, i’ve seen the bruises, little
one!” paul yelled at y/n, as patryck dragged
tord into the kitchen.

matt stood near y/n as she tugged at her jacket
sleeves. “what the hell did you tell them, tord?!”
y/n yelled. “what about this..” patryck said,
as he lifted tord’s bangs out of his face
to reveal a dark purple and blue
bruise on the norski’s forehead.

“WHAT THE FUCK! WE WERE JUST GOOFING!”
“Y/N DIDNT HIT HIM!” matt and y/n screamed.
“YES SHE DID!” tord yelled in return. y/n
felt hot tears roll down her cheeks.
“I DONT BELIEVE THIS SHIT! HE HIT ME
TOO!” y/n shoved a finger in tord’s face.

“what’s this then-!” paul grabbed y/n’s jacket sleeve,
trying to lift it up. “don’t! you! dare-!” y/n
struggled, before paul had lifted the black
fabric to reveal fresh and new bloodied
scars on y/n’s soft skin.

the girl cried, as matt’s hand flew over his mouth.
the other guys had left in a fit of rage.
“y/n… my precious sweet angel…!”
matt cried, running his hands through
y/n’s hair.

“matt- stop-!” y/n cried, as the ginger continued
to kiss y/n’s arms up and down, until they
were on the floor. never again should y/n
be left out of her lover’s sight.
not around tord.