𝐶𝐴𝑀𝑃 𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿 | 𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇: 1978 ✔︎

Reunited

Thorn Hill Woods
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[Luke's POV]

I don't think I've ever been this glad to see Tommy in my whole life. My whole camp life, I guess you could say. I quickly unhook Olivia and myself from the harness, removing it completely and tossing it to the side. The five year old leaps into Tommy's arms and begins to cry for the millionth time tonight. I stay lying against the tree, a bit unsure if I'm able to even stand in my condition.

"Thank God you're okay, Livvy." Tommy squeezes her tightly in his strong arms and I can't help but notice a tear roll down his cheek. After a moment, the blond sets the little girl down and turns to me.

Tommy notices my foot in an instant and leans down in front of me, lightly grabbing the side of my face. "Your foot, my God. Can you stand?"

Luckily, the pain is enough to distract me from how delicately he's touching me. "I-I haven't tried." I suppress some waterworks, feeling the pain grow stronger and stronger.

Tommy pulls me up slowly by my arm and back and holds onto me for support. My foot sort of... dangles away from my ankle, and I'm surprised I don't vomit.

I bite my lip hard, holding back tears as we stand. "God this hurts." My voice breaks a bit.

"I bet. We need to get back to the camp entrance. Can you hop? Or do you even want to risk it?" Tommy asks hurriedly, but also concerned.

I shake my head instantly. "I don't think I—"

In one swift movement, Tommy picks me up and holds his hands under my legs firmly to stop me from falling whatsoever. The action shocks me, but I don't protest, simply because I do not have any other options. To avoid making direct eye contact with him, I just put my head on his shoulder as he tells Livvy to start walking.

There's a good thirty seconds of quiet before Tommy breaks it. "I... I went back. To the camp entrance after our argument, looking for you and Jess. I felt terrible leaving you alone over something so stupid. And when I got there, I saw blood on the ground... All these thoughts were swarming my head. I knew you must've ran away but... I wasn't sure how far you'd make it alone. So I... I came looking for you. And thank God I did."

"Jess wasn't... there?" I mumble into his shoulder. Tommy shakes his head. "No, no. She wasn't."

"She must've escaped. Chuck attacked her first, which left me a window to get away. I didn't want to leave her. But she insisted on it and... I don't know. I hope she's okay."

"She will be." He reassures. "I'm just glad the two people at this camp that I care about the most are okay. Right Livvy?" I can tell he's smiling from his voice, and I relax even more in his arms. I can hardly stop myself from asking him, "I'm one of your favorite people at camp?"

This time, he laughs, adjusting his hold on me so I don't fall. "I didn't say that, shrimp. But it's not out of the ballpark."

My face instantly heats up, and I worry he can feel it since I'm pressed against the side of his neck. Trying to calm myself down, I shift gears a bit.

"Liv and I were looking for you too. I found her in the craft room, thankfully."

Olivia perks up, and though I can't exactly see her right now, I already know she's smiling wide. "Yeah! And look, Luke found our drawing!" The girl says excitedly while unfolding the artwork.

Tommy laughs at the familiar drawing as he continues to walk, staying surprisingly steady. "And he let you keep it? That's not very Luke of him." He laughs.

I shrug. "It's grown on me, I guess." Tommy stays silent for a moment before holding me tighter.

"The drawing kept me safe!" Olivia smiles. Tommy smiles her way, trying to keep his spirits up for her sake. "How's that?"

"Luke told me that having the drawing with me would be like having you with us! Because you make us feel safe!" She clicks her tongue out of boredom.

"Really?" Tommy says, suprised. My face grows warm at the child's statement, and I'm incredibly glad to not have to look him in the eye. "Oh, well... I don't think I said it exactly like that. But uh... yeah. It's not out of the ballpark." I smirk, knowing he can't see me doing it. The boy holding me shakes his head with a scoff. I hear Tommy laugh to himself and I immediately roll my eyes. He's gonna be eating that up for weeks.

"Oh, Luke!" Liv says excitedly. "Now I can prove to you that he's not lying!" She bounces up and down. The blond just raises an eyebrow in curiosity. "What're you talking about?"

"Okay, wasn't the reason why we drew the smiley face on the shrimp because you said that Luke looks good when he smiles?" She grins. Tommy seems to tense up. "Oh— Liv I don't know if—"

"C'mon! I remember you saying that!" She whines. "I don't want Luke to be right. He thinks you'd never say that about him."

Tommy pauses for a moment before sighing. "Okay, well, you're right Livvy. I did say that." He shrugs. Now that surprises me. I honestly thought Livvy was making it up. And at this point, I'm biting back a smile. A smile that I guess Tommy thinks looks good. Tonight has really made me understand the phrase butterflies in my stomach.

The air goes silent for a moment before Liv breaks it. "Well? Aren't you gonna say sorry for not believing me?" She puts her hands on her hips sassily. I roll my eyes with affection. "Yeah, I'm sorry Liv. I guess I should just keep expecting these surprising things from Tommy." I shrug with a smile, leaning my head into him a bit.

The air isn't as awkward as before. I actually feel... glad to be here right now. I mean, not hiding from a killer. But here with these two. Because... they're making me feel really safe and comfortable.

Shit. I'm not talking about both of them, am I?

"So... did you ever see any campers?" I question. Tommy shakes his head. "No. I'm hoping that means that Suzanne managed to scrounge everyone up."

I smile at those news. "Thank God. I did not want to find any bodies.."

Thankfully, we're almost back at camp.
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Cute chapter tbh🙈