Vengeance - Thomas Hewitt x reader

Chapter 4. Unexpected

4 years later 

Thomas and I were now both sixteen years old. He really started to grow and outgrew most of his bullies. Unfortunately, they still picked on him. I sat on my bed, looking through a magazine while Thomas was sitting behind his desk, making a new mask. I can't imagine a life without him anymore. I have been trying everything I can to make his life easier without pain and bullying. We are together every day and every minute. Sometimes we stayed over as well, like today. I looked up as he shifted and turned towards me, showing the mask he had just made. 'Looks good.' I got up and took the mask. 'You always put so much effort into your masks.' He removed the old one and took the new one from my hands. 'Here, let me do it.' I gently tied it around his head.

'Looks good, Tommy.' He embraced me. He made some happy noises before sitting back down. He grabbed his notebook. 'Thank you. I am also happy with the result.' I hummed and watched him sit back down. 'Hey, uhm...' he glanced at me while I lay down on my stomach. 'Did you really consider taking the job at the slaughterhouse?' Thomas sighed and shrugged before grabbing his notebook again.

'I have, but I am not sure.'

We did everything together. He didn't like doing stuff without me. I hate the slaughterhouse. 'Shall I apply for the job too? Then we can go together,' I offered. He wrote something down again. '

'You hate it there.'

I snorted. 'Yeah, I can't even kill a mouse, but I will come with you anyway. You're my best friend, Thomas. You know I would kill for you.' I heard him snort in amusement. He brushed some strands from my face. 'No, jokes aside... I will survive. Think about it.' He nodded and closed his notebook before getting up. 'My mom even told me to get a job... I only have to convince her then. I don't think she would like to see my work in a slaughterhouse.' Thomas snorted and closed the blinds before settling next to me on the bed. He pointed at the magazine I had been reading and picked it up. I chuckled, 'nothing special. Just some make-up hacks.' He pointed at his notebook. I snitched it off his desk and handed it to him. 'I have never seen you wear any make-up before. why the sudden interest?' I shrugged. 'I have make-up, but I don't attract attention or anything...' I muttered. Lately, I got bothered by a few guys. Thomas reached for my face and cupped my cheek before he reached for his notebook again. 'Not a big surprise, you're gorgeous.' I smiled at his words. 'Thanks...' I laid down next to him and rested my head on his chest. Thomas played with my hair, and I fell asleep with that feeling.

The next morning, after breakfast, we headed back to my home so we could head to school. Nearing my home, a cop pulled up next to us. Sheriff Hoyt hopped out. The sheriff knows everyone in this town. '(y/n), you have to come with me.' I frowned. 'W-why? What is going on?' Hoyt stopped in front of me. 'I need you to come with me.' I looked at Thomas for a moment. 'I didn't do anything wrong, right?' Thomas squeezed my shoulder. 'No, it's your mother. You have to identify her body.' I was frozen. As if the world around me slowed down. I barely even heard Thomas's noises behind me. My eyes teared up. 'I- I don't understand... What happened? No, this must be a mistake... You're making a mistake!' I freed myself from Thomas and pushed the sheriff. 'You're making a mistake!' I yelled. Thomas grabbed me, pulled me back and pulled me in a hug. 'I am sorry, (y/n). I need you to come with me and identify her body. I called your dad... he's out of town and is taking the first plane back to Texas, but he won't be here any time soon. I need you to make the identification. Your brother is studying in England; you have to come with me.'

I cried in Thomas' chest. He had wrapped his arms around me, rubbing softly. '(y/n), please...' I pulled away from Thomas and stared at the car. 'Only if Thomas can come with me. I don't want to do this alone–' I met his dark brown eyes. Thomas gave a small nod. 'I won't do it without him.' Hoyt sucked in a breath and opened the car door for us. 'I am so sorry, (Y/n). I wish I didn't have to show up here...' I gave the nod and hopped in the car. 

Although Thomas tried to comfort me in the best way I could, all I felt was numbness. He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him. 'She went to the store... I didn't want to go–' My voice broke. Thomas started shaking his head rapidly and reached for his notebook, scrabbling something down and showing me. 'This is not your fault, Blake. Don't blame yourself.' I leaned into him. 'What happened, sheriff?' He looked at me from the rear mirror. 'There was a shooting incident, but we don't have the details just yet,' he said while driving into town. It was chaotic. People were gathering around, anxiously talking. Barely anything happens in this little town. I hopped out of the car. Thomas followed. I pushed some cops aside. '(Y/n), hold on.' I heard the sheriff yell behind me. Stepping into the shop, I was welcomed by all the blood. My mom wasn't the only victim. My mom was lying a few yards away. I barely even recognized her. As if her face had just been shot off. I felt all the colour drain from my face, and I passed out. I felt Thomas tightly grabbing my arm and guiding me onto the ground before everything went black.