Vengeance - Thomas Hewitt x reader

Chapter 1. The beginning

I sucked in a breath, looking around the schoolyard. I just moved here with my parents and older brother. They wanted the peace of the countryside instead of the busy, crowded city. I couldn't say I didn't miss the city, but this was a whole new experience too.

My eyes slid over the landscape, and I saw a boy standing near a tree with a backpack in his hand. I walked up to him. 'Hi, I'm (y/n).' His eyes were wide, and he was frozen in place. He took a step back as if he was scared of me. 'Don't be afraid. I'm new... I saw you standing here—' the boy backed off and fled behind the tree, looking at me with big eyes. I saw him trembling. He was genuinely afraid of me.

'It's okay. I don't mean any harm.'

Bruises and cuts covered his arms and face. No doubt he's been bullied. 'I don't want to hurt you; I just want to be your friend.' He ran past me and hid behind a woman. He held her hand tightly. 'Don't take it personally. He's a little shy.' The woman spoke, looking at the boy. 'Thomas, say hi to her.' He looked back at me. 'He doesn't talk,' she added. I ohh'ed.

The boy shyly walked up to me and held his hand for me to shake. 'Nice to meet you.'

'Are you new here, dear?' I nodded. 'My first official day here in Texas.' I flashed her a smile. 'I am Luda May Hewitt, and this is my son Thomas.' She pointed at the boy.

'Nice meeting you, Thomas.'

I saw other kids walking through the entry doors. 'I have to go... but it was nice meeting you, Mrs Hewitt.' She smiled at me, and I walked off. 'Blake? Can you take Thomas? I think he would like to have some company.' I looked at the scared boy and nodded. 'Come, Thomas!' I smiled and gestured for him to come. He let go of Luda's hand and followed me shyly. I'm in the classroom; he sits down, fiddling nervously with his hands while scanning the room. 'It's okay. I promise I won't hurt you.' He looked down at the table. I didn't know him, but it broke my heart to see him so scared, insecure and sad. I scanned the classroom. Some kids were gossiping and looking at Thomas and me.

The teacher strode in and shut the door. 'Morning, class. As some of you have already noticed, we have a new student...' She stood in front of the class; her brown eyes landed on me. 'I am Mrs Willemsen... would you like me to tell you something about yourself?' I got up on my feet. 'Uhm, H-hi... I am Blake Carter... It's my first official day here. I am from the west coast, Hollywood. I was born there. I have an older brother, he's sixteen at the moment, I have a cat called 'Candy', and I like drawing.' Mrs Willemsen nodded slowly, smiling. 'Thank you, Blake.' I sat down. 'Hollywood? So your parents are rich? Why would you come to this shithole if you can live in Hollywood?' A boy across the room snarled. 'Mitchell, that's enough.' I slumped back and gazed at Thomas, flashing him a reassuring smile. His dark brown eyes scanned me. He seemed curious at this point.

Class started, and I helped Thomas with his math. He wasn't really good with numbers. Thomas let out a groan in annoyance, getting my attention again. 'It's okay. I am dyslectic... I am not good with language. Let me see.' I looked over his shoulder. I explained it to him several times until he started to get it. He turned his head, smiling at me. I was curious why he was wearing the mask, but I was afraid to shy him away if I asked.

During our break, Thomas stayed close to my side. I sat outside against the tree where we met. Thomas quickly sat down in front of me. 'My mom made brownies... you want a piece?' I broke the piece in half and offered it to him. He looked at it before he took it. 'My mom is a really good cook...' Thomas took a bite and nodded in agreement. He reached for his backpack and opened his lunchbox, pulled out a sandwich and broke it in half. He offered me the other half. I smiled. 'Aww, thank you... your mom made it?' He nodded his head rapidly. I took a bite and smiled. 'It's delicious.' His eyes started twinkling with excitement.

'Do you have siblings?'

He shook his head. I reached for my backpack and pulled out my notebook and a pen. 'Here, then you can write.' With hesitation, he took it from me and started to scrabble something down. 'Thank you for being my friend... no one wants to be my friend...' I smiled wryly. 'They're just being assholes. Why do they bully you anyway?' I asked nonchalantly. His face saddened, and he pointed at his face. 'Oh...' He picked up the notebook and started writing again. My face is disfigured, and I have a skin disease that eats away most of my nose. Due to my disfigurement, muteness and retardation, I get bullied.' His face was saddened as he showed me what he had written. I shook my head rapidly. 'One day, Thomas... you will be stronger, and they will never bully you again.' He smiled and stared at what he just wrote. 'I think you're handsome... your mask is badass.' I heard him chuckle. I was glad to see him smile a little bit. 'We are going to be best friends; I will never hurt you. That's a promise.' I held out my hand for him to shake, which he did.

I took a bite of the sandwich he gave me. 'By the way...' he looked at me. 'You're not stupid. Don't say that about yourself,' I muttered. He nodded and ate the piece of brownie.