Running From You - Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction

Darkness - Becca

Something hit me over the back of the head and I slumped forward onto my hands and knees. I could feel blood running through my hair. Whatever it was made my ears ring and I felt like I was going to blackout. The taste of blood with its iron, metallic flavour hit the corner of my mouth. I could just make out the pictures of Tom and I from the news papers today on the floor in front of me, my blood had started to drip onto them and pool.
Someone was stood over me and they grabbed me by my hair and crouched down next to me. I tried to turn my head away from their face, but they tightened their grip. It was a man with a familiar smell mixed with alcohol, I couldn't put my finger on why it was so familiar. His breathing was heavy, but had an odd calmness to it. I felt my arms giving out and he pulled me up by my hair so now I was standing.
Suddenly my phone was shoved in my face with a picture of Tom with Archie and Olivia, feeding the giraffes.
"What the fuck is this?" His voice growled at me.
"These are my kids!" He was shouting.
"Dave?" I still couldn't quite see as blood had run into my eyes, but I recognised his voice instantly.
"So you let your boyfriend take my kids out and you won't even let me fucking see them? BITCH" he slapped me round the face hard. My knees buckled from the jolt, but again he pulled me up by my hair.
"I saw you with him yesterday, I wanted to apologize to you, but no... You fucking ran to him didn't you! And then he's walking you to work this morning... Did you fuck him last night? I'm guessing you did as he didn't leave. Fucking prick!" He was snarling, he must have been following me.

"I've had enough of FUCKING CUNTS ruining my life" he was screaming in my ear.
He started to drag me out of the kitchen by my hair towards the back door. I was desperately trying to grab hold of something, anything whilst screaming for help, when something hit me again on my temple and I was out cold.

I woke up to find myself being thrown around by a vehicles movement. I had something over my head that smelt like oil and I couldn't move my feet or my hands. They were bound by something which was cutting into my skin. I tried to call out, but something was in my mouth. My head hurt, like really fucking hurt and I felt nauseous. I knew I couldn't let myself be sick otherwise I might choke on my own vomit. All I could hear was music blasting out from a speaker, it was deafening.

The vehicle came to an abrupt halt and it flung me forward onto my face. The music stopped, but I heard a door open then slam shut. There were foot steps on gravel getting closer, I tried to scramble away from them, but it was difficult to move with my hands behind my back. The doors then opened and I recoiled backwards.

"I see your awake... Well good... Wouldn't be any fun if you weren't" I knew it was Dave, but he sounded so different.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me out, pushing me to the ground. I could feel the gravel between my fingers and digging into the back of my legs, but I had no idea where I was. He then lifted me up over his shoulder and started carrying me. We didn't go far and I thought we might have gone up a couple of steps. I could hear him fiddling with keys and a door being unlocked followed by it slamming shut.

He dropped me on the floor and pulled the thing off my head. The oily smell had now gone and I could smell the sea mixed with my mums stale perfume. We were in her caravan at South End. I blinked to try and see where Dave was. I could just about make out a shadow on a chair, but it wasn't him. I blinked some more when a light was switched on.

There he was stood by the wall smirking, in the chair was Natalie, bound and gagged. She'd obviously been beaten as her left eye was swollen and bruised. Her lips were puffy and split, and she had dried blood under her nose where it had been bleeding.

Dave walked over to me and crouched down.
"You fucking humiliated me in that park Becca... You deserve what's coming to you. I might go back and pay your mum a visit before though. She's fucking stuck her nose in our business for the last time. It's your fault we're here. If you'd just let me love you... Then I wouldn't have to do this. Your making me do this"

Natalie started groaning then, when Dave turned to look at her the fear in her eyes terrified me. Dave walked over to her and grabbed her by her hair.

"And as for you... I've had enough of bitches humiliating me. Think you can cheat on me? Think you can trick me into thinking that thing in you is mine" he spat in her face and hit her.

"It's about time I got what I want! I love you Becca. I just wanted to be with you. Why did you have to start seeing other blokes? We could have made it work. The kids, you and me, we could have been happy. And YOU! YOU FUCKING RUINED IT!"

He disappeared behind me and I could hear him opening up a can of drink. Next he was behind me again, "drink Becca?" He started pouring the liquid over me, I shook me head trying to stop it hitting me, it stunk of beer. He took a swig and then threw the can on the floor.

"You were mine Becca. I know you still love me, deep down... I know you do" he was standing over me. I didn't want to look at him so I turned my head away. He lifted me up and pushed me over to the table so I was lent across it, with him stood behind me.

"Wanna see what a really woman looks like Natalie?"

I looked over at her and she looked away. "Fucking look at her Natalie, Becca never cheated, did you Becks?" He ran a hand up my leg from the back of my knee to my bum. I shuddered from fear and was trying to wiggle free, but he pinned me down leaning over me. His mouth was next to my ear, "you used to fucking love me doing this... You liked it rough didn't you Becca"

I was trying my best to get him off me but he had all his weight leaning on me. I dreaded what was coming next. He started pulling my skirt up and my knickers down, ripping at them with his hands. I could feel his erection pushed into the back of my thigh. I was trying to scream, to do something, but I just couldn't break free.

I heard my ringtone, he must have still had my phone. He stopped what he was doing and pulled it out of his pocket.

"Oh look Becca, it's your boyfriend... I know, shall we show him what you really like? I bet he hasn't fucked you like I did."

I was shaking as he pressed the button to answer the call.
"Becca? Becca? Are you ok?" I could hear the panic in Tom's voice.
"Wanna see how ok she is Tom?" Dave was menacing with his words. He hung up and dialled back with the video call button.
Please don't answer Tom, please don't answer, that's all I could think.

It went to video call and I could see my face in the small little square at the bottom of the screen. My mouth gagged, dried blood down my face and my hair wet from the beer Dave had poured over me. Dave was looming behind me. I was trying to scream, I could see the fear in Tom's eyes as he looked at me.

"Don't do this Dave"
"Don't do what? She's mine Tom fucking Hiddleston. She always was and always will be, mine"

I could see in the background Tom was in his car and it looked like he was driving. I could hear the roar of an engine as he accelerated.

Natalie started moaning again and as Dave looked over to her, I could see Tom mouth, "I'm coming".