The Jacket 2 - Tom Holland Story

Chapter 6

(a/n: sorry about the late update!!)

Tom Pov

I zoomed in my car, parking it right outside and running towards the door, which to my surprise was wide open. As I cautiously entered the house I was met with silence. As I suspected, y/n was probably sleeping so I made my way to her room. As I knocked on her door, I was given no rely. Knock. Knock. Knock. Still nothing. I turned the door handle and stepped into the room, it was an absolute mess. There was a broken glass on the floor, books scattered everywhere and a bloody handprint swiped across the wall. I stood there in shock and anger. Y/N was gone.

Quickly, I rushed over to Haz's room where I found him unconscious, mumbling y/n's name.

" Haz! Haz!" I shouted, shaking him vigorously. He started to stir and sit up. 

" They took her Tom"

" Who did??"

He pointed to a grafted bee on the window, it's red paint sliding down. It was fresh.

y/n Pov

I was tied to a chair in a dark room with two manly figures in front of me. Two was in the corner smoking and one had a knife to my neck. My head throbbed, the last thing I remember was I trying to claw the wall to avoid being dragged out. " You're a smart chick ya know" spoke the man smoking.

" Huh took you long enough to figure out" 

I felt the knife pressuring into the neck even more. I winced, waiting for the impact. " We're not going to kill you sweetie. Yet. I need you alive" he smirked coming closer, revealing his identity.

Just as I suspected, Marc Rossi

" You dick, what the hell do you want!" I spat

As he threw away the cigarette butt I noticed a bruise on his face, maybe Tom found out about him, I hope he did because I seriously needed to be rescued.

" You of course my dear. You took the one thing I loved and now, I'm going to make Tom watch the one thing he loves DIE!" he shouted as a slap was plastered onto my face.

I struggle against the rope " Sit the fuck down, you're not going anywhere" the guy with the knife states. I decided to stop struggling as he drags the knife against my collar bone drawing some blood. 

" Boss says we can each have a turn with you before he kills you" he whispers into my ear before chuckling. Marc left the room and I was left with two perverted men in the room with me. The other man approaches me with a gun " Come on doll " he says, pushing the gun against my temple.

" This would scare me but I have a kink to guns and knives" I shrug, trying my best to look unnerved. 

They look at each other and smirk " Think she could take us both on " says the guy with the knife.

" Only one way to find out. Am I right doll?" smiles the guy with the gun.