Plan B ~ Thomas Petrou

21

August 12th, 2020

I sat on the couch of my hotel room, waiting for Thomas. My heart ached for his touch. The doorknob twisted, making me get up from my seat. Thomas walked in, locked the door, and walked over to me. 

"All your fault," He spoke. I shut my eyes.

"It is all my fault. I'm sorry, Thomas," I opened my eyes to see his hands reaching up and grabbed onto my face. It wasn't the gentle caresses he used to do, but a rough grab. 

"Everything. I lost everything because of you," His eyes narrowed, gripping my face to the point I couldn't move a muscle in my face. "What did you say again? Thought you loved me?" 

"Thomas..." I croaked out.

"No. You're going to shut up and listen to me now," He let go of me and pushed me onto the couch. I gripped the cushion, hoping he wouldn't do something he would regret. "I tried to come back to you and when I did, for a second, I thought you were mine again. And then you brought the universe into it and said we weren't made for each other. You broke me. Look at me. LOOK AT ME!"

I looked deep into his green eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No. You don't get to be sorry," His tone rose as he gripped my leg. His hand moved upwards, towards my thigh.

"You still love me..." I whispered, making him let go immediately.

"Yes. I do. You never did but I always knew. And now, the woman I thought loved me is sitting in front of me, helpless and weak," He smirked. 

"Thomas, please, no," I put my hands out in front of me blocked him from me. "You're mentally disabled right now. I know you would never."

He backed up looking down. I got up off the couch and walked to him, caressing his face. 

"You are an amazing person who I don't deserve in my life. I don't know what I did to earn you," I pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

"You're still helpless and weak," He looked into my eyes. "Can I be your protector?" 

"I think I can protect myself," I joked.

"Ryland..." He whispered.

"He won't do anything," I assured.

"He planned the attack," Thomas confessed.

"It's all my fault. I should've never came to LA," I looked down.

"I don't have PTSD," Thomas sighed.

"What?" I asked.

"I lied so that you would come here and I could convince you that we were made for each other," He confessed.

"You called me here for no reason then?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Did you not hear me? We belong together and I don't see why you don't get that?" He gripped my shoulders tightly, most likely leaving a bruise. I let out a wince, making his eyes narrow.

"I'm going home," I attempted to push him off, failing and resulting in his grip tightening. 

"You're not leaving me again," His eyes were filled with anger. "Please."

"Thomas," I caressed his cheek, his grip loosening. "I belong in Seatle and you belong here."

"But I need you in my arms. Liv, why don't you get it?" He cried out.

"I do. I need you too. But I can't have you," I let go of his cheek and the grip came back. "Let go."

"No," He spoke sternly.

"Thomas, you have to let go. You have to move on," I sighed. "I don't want to either but we have to."

"I'm going down to the hotel bar but I'll be back. I'm not letting you leave without convincing you," Thomas smirked.

"My ticket is for Sunday," I replied.