Tom layed on his bed. He felt empty and hollow. He drank this weeks supply of Smirnoff all in one night. This night. Yet, he still seemed sober. And yet, drunk at the same time. He was drunk, with love. Yet, love is what also made him empty and hollow. Tord. Tord Communie. The one person he seemed to ever love. The only person who made his heart stop and his fce flush. The only person to ever break and tear his heart as well. Tom stayed silent. Like always. This was normal for him. Normal for everyone. He hadn't spoken much to begin with anyways. What was the point? Words are useless and hurtful. And even so, he still found himself drowning in thoughts of words that had been said. They haunt and taunt him. Mock him and break him slowly. He sighed. Wasted air. Wasted oxygen. He didn't matter here. Tord made that very clear. Tom curled up on his side and closed his "eyes" and drifted to sleep. Here, he would live happily. A two story house in a nice neighborhood, his daughter, Tami, playing in the front yard with her toys. His husband, Tord, helping him with the food. Spooning him from behind and making a few flirty comments. This was his dream. Everynight. He loved it. The only thing keeping him from leaving this place. Giving him sanity.

Tord blew a puff of smoke from his cigar as he sat up on the bed. He looked over at the bleach blonde female in bed next to him. Her hair was long, beautiful, and unnatural. She had a pretty big bust but, he could care less. She was gorgeous. But he didn't care. She was just another one night stand to help him when he was feeling needy. In all honesty, he didn't care for her either. When she woke up, she would be like all the others. Hug his arm and ask if he liked the night before. He would say no then kick them out. Then come back five months later with a baby belly and claim it was his, only to have him lift up whatever they were wearing and see that they had a fake prostetic belly. He'd take it then file a restraining order. That was how it was for him. He also knew for a fact that he used a condom so he was never really worried. He put out the cigar on her pillow then began to get dressed.

Tom woke up the next morning and sat up. He stretched then stood up and walked to his dresser and chose some clothes then went to the bathroom connected to his room. Tom turned the shower on then undressed. He stepped in and let the warm water drip all over his naked body. He let out a sigh of relief as he began to wash his hair.

Tord gripped the marble counter and sighed in annoyance. "Tordie please! I love you! I really felt like we had a connection!" The bleach blonde pleaded to him and gripped his dress shirt from behind. Her makeup ruined and her hair a mess. Tord turned around and shoved her away. "Leave before I call the cops! You were just a one night stand! Nothing more!!" Tord shouted at her. He then felt a sharp pain in his cheek. She had slapped him. That was it. he grabbed her arm then forced her out of his house. She ried to run back in but he slammed the door before she could. With an angry sigh, he turned around and went back to his room. He sat at his chair and got onto his computer. A picture of a smiling brit on it. The brit had no eyes and his hair made him look like a pineapple.  "Hello elske... I'm coming to get you soon..."