Adopted By Tom Hiddleston

3~ It all happened so fast

Tris
Life Is complicated. It takes you to places you never been, and puts you in situations that you would never like to be in. For instance, when I was 3 years old, and lived in Whitewoods  children's home, a young couple called John and Hannah walked in.

"Who the hell are you!" Screamed Tom, as he suddenly appeared infront of me. I had messed up, big time. By now I couldn't even hear my heartbeat, as it had fallen out my aching chest. I stood there, frightened, unable to say anything. "I asked you a question" He said, taking one step towards me. I don't know why, but I flinched.

Tears trickled down my face, my bottom lip trembling. I couldn't hold it back anymore. "I'm sorry" the man whispered, in a much more calming tone. I knew he didn't have to be, I deserved to be a yelled at.  Unexpectedly, he grabbed a chair, placing it beside me and gesturing for me to sit. So I did, still afraid to say anything.

I felt nothing but discomfort. This whole situation was too overwhelming for my eleven year old mind. "What's your name sweetheart?" I looked up, and mumbled something, but even I didn't know what it was. My eyes then darted back to the floor, not wanting to make contact with his.

"Stay here, I need make a phone call" He explained, before reaching over to the windowsill and grabbing his phone. To my surprise, he left the room, and all I heard him say on the way out was "Social services please" wich for some reason, made me feel more vulnerable then I already did.

I rushed over to the widow, lifting the ends of the blind and looking out onto the street. Then I saw it, an empty spot in the parking lot, right where the Anderson's were before. Everything went quiet, as I realised what I should have relised from the beginning. They don't care about me, they never did.

"Excuse me" I heard Tom say again. But before he could finish, I decided to speak. "Tris" I said, confusing him. "Is that your name?" He asked, I nodded in return.  "Well, tris, I want to ask you some questions. Just remember, I'm not angry at you" He smiled. I couldn't understand how someone could be so calm in a situation like this.

"I think you'll be a lot more comfortable on the couch though, don't you?" He asked, with an adorable giggle right after. I said nothing, but was beginning to feel a little better, gosh this man was good. Slowly, I followed Hiddleston back through the corridors, wich were now lit, and sat down. "How old are you Tris?"

Its was strange, but i liked the way he said my name. "I'm Eleven" I answered, wiping away the tears. "I guess what I want to know, is what a young beautiful girl like you is doing inside my house, especially at this hour?" I stopped breathing, did he just call me beautiful? I certainly wasn't, in fact, I was ugly, I always had been.

John used to remind me every day why the world looks down on people like me, and by that he meant unattractive. "It's my foster parents" I said, deciding that enough was enough and It was about time I threw  both of them under the bus. "They made me do it" "do what?" He exclaimed. "They made me steal from you, just like they tried to do at the party"

Thomas stared me dead in the eyes  shocked. "You were that little girl I  saw in the window, weren't you?" He whispered. "Yes, and I was also the reason you couldn't use the upstairs bathroom" I admitted, easing into it. "Because you were in there" He confirmed, clicking his fingers as if he were peicing together a puzzle.

"I know who you are Tom hiddleston. I've watched all of your movies, I just, never really wanted to meet you this way" Is what I wanted to say, but there was a knock at the door that stopped me. The man got up, and walked out of veiw. A few minutes later returning with two women behind him.

They all sat down around me, causing the panic inside me to rise. "My names Gwen" the slightly taller woman said, shaking my hand. "This is Davis, my Girlfriend, we work with DBCs childrens home, ever heard of it?" I shook my head, shuffling slightly away from them. My eyes moved from them to the back door, wondering how easy it would be to escape.

Unfortualty, with all three strangers surrounding me, and talking gibberish to each other, I never had the chance. Wich led to me be escorted out the room just a few minutes later. "Sorry about all this" Davis sighed, pulling the actor into a friendly hug. "It's alright, I hope everything goes well" Tom exclaimed, looking down to me. Then he whispered something to them, assuming I couldn't hear.

"It might be best if you don't contact me. I just don't have the time to be worrying about another's child" he said. And his words stung, he didn't want anything to do with me either, I don't think anyone did. Still, Davis grabbed hold of my arm, leading me to there car. I stared at tom, he stared back at me.

Once inside the vehicle, I sunk back into the seat, and rested my head on the window. There was nothing going on Inside my mind, becasue for once, it was completely empty. I knew my life would only get worse from here. I mean what kid goes to a group home and expects to have fun. I'll answer that, no one.

Tom
I was startled, unable to clear the thoughts in my mind. So, instinctively, I called Elizabeth, the only person I trusted with this deep, twisted news.
"Lizzie, I really need to talk to you" I said. "What is it, what's wrong?" "Its a really long story, mind coming over?" I heard her laugh. "You do realise its 3 in the morning"

I sighed. "I know, but this isn't really a suitable conversation to have over the phone" I explained. I could hear the concern in her voice. "Alright, I'm coming" Lizzie told me, before hanging up the phone.

Not long later, she arrived, and came stumbling through the doors in her large red heels. I was surprised to see her all dressed up, makeup and all. "Where you not at home?" I asked. She shook her head. "I was at a conference, it's fine though, you called me just after it finished" I was certainly relived to here that, as I'd hate to have bothered her.

"You look...amazing" I said. She smiled and thanked me, before taking a seat on the sofa. "So, tom, what is it that you want to talk about?" Lizzie asked. "Oh yeah, righ" I blushed, to busy staring at her body to realise why I asked her to come in the first place. "The strangest thing happened to me"

Tris
The car stopped. I looked around at the empty road. "Are you ready?" One of them asked me, by now I had completely forgotten there names. Still, I nodded, and stepped out, glaring at the large building before me. They walked up the steps, pushing the key into the key hole and twisting it. The door slung open, and what I saw was definitely different to what I'm used to.

There were children, lots of them. They were running, walking, chatting, no spot in the house seemed empty. "Come on Tris, they don't bite" she joked, taking my hand. I trailed inside, what felt like thousands of other kids stared right at me, as if I were famous or something. "Quinn, if you could take Tris to her room, then I'll sign her in" The woman whispered, patting me on the back.

Before long, we were walking up the stairs, and down yet another corridor, at least this time I wasn't trying to rob from it. "Here it is, your sharing with a girl your age, I will warn you though, she can be a bit talkative" Quinn warned me. I thought to myself, great, in a sarcastic tone. The last thing I needed was a roommate who would actually talk to me.

Despite that, the room was pretty nice. It had two beds, both pastel blue in colour. One side was covered in a load of  lego, books, clothes and electronics, the other side was empty, so that's where I sat. I glared at the wallpaper, lifting my nails to it. It was the design of a thousand stars, floating through the galaxy. Or thats what I imagined anyway.

"Hey, my names gaia" said a girl, as she appeared from behind the bathroom door, startling me. "Tris?" I murmured, looking her up and down. She had long golden brown hair, and light grey-green eyes. She wore black clothing, wich contained of short shorts, and a t-shirt that tied up into a knot just above her belly button.
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