Vengeance - Thomas Hewitt x reader

Chapter 2. Trouble

A month had passed by now, and Thomas was my best friend for sure. We were together almost every day, playing outside or spending time inside if the weather was horrible. I was waiting for Thomas to arrive. My parents were at work, and my brother was with some friends, so it was just Candy and me. The large Maincoon wa sleeping on the couch. I rubbed his large head until I heard the doorbell. I jumped up and ran up to the door. Opening the door, I saw Thomas covered in blood. He was crying and embraced me. 'Thomas? What happened?' I embraced him, trying to comfort him. There were a lot of whimpers coming from him. 'Tommy... what happened?' I repeated, but I got no response. I shut the door and sat him down on the couch, giving him a glass of water before sitting down next to him.

I could have had a better look at what was going on. 'Did they beat you with a stick?' He nodded and started crying all over again. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him in a hug. 'I am so sorry, Thomas...' I whispered. He was in a lot of pain by the looks of it. 'Thomas, hey... look at me.' I grabbed his leather muzzle and made him look at me. 'Relax... take deep breaths.' He followed my advice. I gently wiped some tears off his face. 'Alright... stay here; I'll be right back.' I slid off the couch and walked up to the kitchen, where I grabbed the first aid kit. My mom told me what to do if I accidentally scratched my knees or cut myself.

I laid everything down on the coffee table and started to disinfect his scratches and cuts. I heard him whimper. As gently as I tried to be, it wasn't completely painless. 'There you go...' I smiled wryly. Thomas lay down, curling up and hugged a pillow while tears streamed down his cheeks. 'Thomas...' I moved closer towards him, rubbing his arm. I didn't know what to do or how to calm him down. This beating really hit him mentally as well. I grabbed a pen and paper, offering it to him, but he didn't take it. I got up. 'I'll be right back.' I got up again and left the house. The Hewitts lived almost right next to us.

I knocked on the door, and Charlie opened up. '(y/n)? Thomas isn't here.' I shook my head. 'I am looking for Mrs Hewitt... can I talk to her, please?' Charlie turned. 'Luda!' he yelled. The woman shuffled towards the door and waved Charlie off. 'Blake, dear... what is going on? Isn't Thomas with you?' She asked. I nodded. 'He is... but he keeps crying. Someone beat him up badly. I took care of his injuries, but I can't comfort him.' She shut the door behind her and walked me back to my house. Thomas hadn't moved a single inch and was still whimpering and sobbing.

'Oh, baby, what happened?' Luda walked up to him, pulling him onto his lap. I stood in the doorway, watching her trying to comfort her son. I felt terrible. He didn't deserve all of this. He made noises I had never heard before. I think he tried to produce words. 'Shh, it's okay.' Luda kissed his forehead and ran her hand through his messy black hair. After I think, twenty minutes or so, he calmed down. His eyes were red from crying, and he felt miserable overall. I walked up to him. 'Was it Mitchell again?' He shook his head and reached for the notebook next to him on the couch. His hands were shaking like crazy as he picked it up. Luda supported his back, softly rubbing.

He turned the page towards him. 'Y-you don't know? But it was a grown man?' He nodded. I blinked, trying to process the information. 'An adult beat you up like this?' I asked again. He nodded. I turned my gaze towards Luda to see her reaction. She didn't seem surprised, but she was mad. I looked down at the floor. 'Thank you for looking after my boy, Blake.' I nodded. 'Of course, Mrs Hewitt.'

'Come on, Thomas. Let's go home.' She placed him down on the ground. He looked at me. I embraced him. 'Will I see you tomorrow?' He nodded. Luda took his hand and left the house.

The next morning, Thomas was still sad and looked even worse than the day before. The left side of his face was swollen, and I doubted he could see through that eye. 'Oh, Thomas.' I embraced him. We walked to school together. 'Hey! Hewitt!' Tommy didn't respond and kept his eyes on the ground. 'Hey! Freak, I am talking to you!' Mitchell marched over to him, shoving him on the ground. 'Leave him alone.' Mitchell grabbed me. 'Or what? Gonna cry,' he taunted. I kicked his foot and pushed him away. 'I said leave him alone, you dumbass,' I snapped. Mitchell only laughed. 'You got yourself a feisty bitch, huh?'

I punched him. His lip started bleeding a little bit. Mitchell reached for his face, brushing the blood away before turning towards me and taking a knife out of his pocket. 'You just made a huge mistake,' he snapped and cut my arm. I hissed in pain and backed off. 'Let's make you just as ugly as that freak over there.' I backed off and hit the fence. 'Come on, bitch. Don't get shy with me now. Where's that big mouth?' he mocked. He raised his knife to stab me, but Thomas kicked his legs away, sending him to the ground. 'You freak!' He tried to get up and hurt him. I dove upon him, and we struggled. I punched his face a couple of times. 'He's not a freak! You're the freak! I told you to leave us alone,' I shouted. '(y/n)!'

I got roughly pulled away from Mitchell. 'What the hell is going on here?' The principal glared at Thomas. 'It wasn't him. Thomas did nothing wrong... this retard tried to stab me and cut my arm.' I showed the cut. He grabbed both our collars. 'You two come with me. Hewitt, go to your class.' I gazed at Thomas before I was dragged away.