Magenta

Run Away

There's not much time left… The baby is coming and it's coming soon, Tom Can't possibly give birth here in the base…

What is he gonna do? Where was he going to go? Tom stared up at the ceiling with his hands resting on his abdomen. His thoughts and worries mixed and swirled around in his head. The poor boy let out a gentle sight, he then turned his head to look at the clock on the nightstand.

It was midnight. Thankfully Tord was very distracted. Tom quietly slipped out of the room and ran through the base. It took a bit of searching and wandering the base but finally after so much hesitation Tom snuck down to where the garage was, there were plenty of cars available. He stole a random pair of keys, found the car they went to and took off.

When he was two hours away from the base he realized he had no idea where he was going, and he didn’t remember where Edd’s address was, not like he was going to go there either.

He sighed, thankfully he still had the phone Tord gave him and managed to find out where he was going, about an hour before he got there he threw the phone out the window knowing damn well that Tord had a tracking device in it.

Tom also made sure to ditch the car too, if it meant he wouldn’t be found then it was worth it. When he arrived he was so exhausted and thirsty, but he finally found a hotel near by. Tom paid in cash and gave them a fake name to put down for the room.

Tom stared up at the ceiling when the reality of this whole fucked up situation finally set in. He ran away from the one person he was ever fully in love with, and is avoiding seeing his friends in fear of them finding out too. He's going to be a single parent, is lost, hungry and scared.

“What have I done?” He teared up and held his face in his hands, the poor boy started to sob into his pillow and hugged it tightly. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry baby…” His voice shook and his body trembled. Tom sat up slightly and wiped the tears from his eyes. After a while he managed to calm himself down, then he got up and made something to eat. It was hard to stay focused, he couldn’t bear this awful guilt, but there's no point going back.

He spent almost a whole week in that crappy motel, eating from the vending machines and from nearby restaurants. He was so fucking bored and sad. He sat in the shower and just let the water hit his back. He looked down at his belly and gently rubbed, feeling a small shift. He teared up and snickered. “Good morning baby, how are you?” Tom giggled as he felt another small shift. “Aww.” He smiled.

Once he got out of the shower, he dried off, and got dressed. He had to be very careful when going outside. Tom had found that the motel has a pool and hot tub, which he really  likes relaxing in especially when his body aches. He'd go down and sit in the tub and let his muscles relax. Tom was there for about an hour before he turned his head and looked outside as a big black van drove by with a familiar symbol on it. The red army symbol…

Tom let out a startled gasp as his heart sank, the small boy quickly snuck out of the tub and hid in his motel room both locking and barricading the door. He carefully watched the van from his window as three men stepped out. Tom gasped and quickly packed his things and hid them under the mattress then crawled under the bed after making the room look brand new, as if he was never even there, he even replaced the trash bag and hid his garbage too.

The brit kept his breath calm and steady as he heard each room get opened and checked, Finally they reached his room. They came in and looked around, checking the cupboards and closets. Then they left, but just to be safe he hid under the bed for the next 2 hours.

When he finally crawled out he realized he couldn't stay.