Was it true? What Vars was saying to him at this very moment? That the reason why he was so aggressive was that he had no one to take care of him and love him like the bassist did. It was all coming home to Viktor who just kicked a can on the floor as he walked with his Norwegian. The emotion threatened to spill out of the punk as he inhaled a sharp breath and fought back an outburst. Fuck.
"You think that? I had a shit upbringing and I was disowned at around fifteen. Had to fend for myself pretty much and school was shit. The teachers just called me a fucking delinquent and I left school without any qualifications. Shit, I can't even read properly."
Not that he cared but it was annoying when he couldn't read certain complicated words. It must be even harder for Vars who was Norwegian and English was his second language. Still, the hurt was there of being neglected and chucked out like last week's trash. Now he had someone though.
"The reason why I'm a bastard is because of how the world shat on me, mate. How many assholes just spat on me and gave up with me."
He sniffed a little and wiped at his face. The whole thing with his old man had really upset him.
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"You think that? I had a shit upbringing and I was disowned at around fifteen. Had to fend for myself pretty much and school was shit. The teachers just called me a fucking delinquent and I left school without any qualifications. Shit, I can't even read properly."
Not that he cared but it was annoying when he couldn't read certain complicated words. It must be even harder for Vars who was Norwegian and English was his second language. Still, the hurt was there of being neglected and chucked out like last week's trash. Now he had someone though.
"The reason why I'm a bastard is because of how the world shat on me, mate. How many assholes just spat on me and gave up with me."
He sniffed a little and wiped at his face. The whole thing with his old man had really upset him.