Requested? Nah.
1,941 words
TW: character deaths, swear words, nothing super bad
I was supposed to post this on Mother's Day, but it wasn't ready by then and I didn't know the direction of this story. But yeah. Here it is now. Enjoy.
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"I hate you!" You screamed. "Why do you always ruin things for me?! You're no fun at all!" Tears were streaming down your face as you ran up the stairs to go to your room.
Tom followed you and said, "Tough luck, Y/N! I love you and whether you like it or not, I'll always meddle in your life!"
"Go away!" You shouted, went into your room, and slammed the door. Tom furiously knocked on the door and let out a frustrated sigh when he heard you lock it.
He rubbed his face and went downstairs to cool off. He walked in the living room and saw a framed picture of both of you. He smiled at the sight and immediately went to grab the picture. "When did you grow up?" He asked himself quietly.
Things were different. His life was difficult. He no longer had parents and his brothers perished in a terrible accident. All he had left was you. He could've followed his dreams and took his talent to Hollywood, but life was cruel. He never got a chance to do that because his family mattered more to him than any film career.
Tom couldn't remember a time when he had a decent break. To him, he was always working and on the go just to get by. But he knew that his parents would be proud of him for stepping up at being the best brother for you.
Tonight was just different.
He got a call from your school saying that you left prom with one of the douche-y dudes. It was just fitting that Harrison was with him, so he had some help in dealing with you.
"Haz, I'm really worried. She could be anywhere!" Tom said as he paced back and forth, clutching his phone.
"Mate, calm down. We'll find her, alright?" Harrison said calmly. "Have you called her?"
"Yes, and she didn't answer. I left 20 fucking voicemails, Haz! Fucking 20! Still no answer. I called her friends and they said they didn't know where she went and obviously that's bullshit! What if she was kidnapped? O-Or killed somewhere and she's dead in a ditch in the middle of fucking nowhere??" Tom rambled, running a hand through his hair frustratedly.
Harrison looked at his worried best friend and only said three words, "Check your wallet."
"What?" Tom stopped pacing to look at him. Harrison shrugged, "Check your wallet."
"We have no time to shop online right now, Harrison." Tom said through gritted teeth, but grabbed his wallet anyway. He opened his wallet and he still didn't know what he was supposed to look for. As if reading his mind, Harrison added, "Check your credit card or debit card or whatever fucking card you have. Check your cash."
Tom did what he was told and groaned in frustration, "Y/N took my credit card and she took the fake ID that I confiscated from her."
Harrison nodded and pointed to the phone, "Call the bank and ask for your recent activity."
Tom called the bank and asked what his recent activity was. They told him that he checked into a motel about three minutes ago and gave him the address. Tom has certainly never been there and it baffled him on how you wound up in a place like that. Tom thanked the bank and hung up.
"She's at a motel."
Just like that, the two best friends got in Tom's car and drove to the motel. Tom was too nervous to drive, so Harrison drove instead. Tom was looking out his window to see where the motel was and they eventually found it. Harrison parked the car and they both got out.
