The Man Of Little Words (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

Chapter 11

No one had come into the room since I had been back, which I was grateful for. I'd spit in all of their faces if I could. I let my eyes trail up the chains and to the headboard. If I could keep consistent pressure and movement I may be able to saw my way out. I moved both of my wrists in a repetitive motion, the sound of the chains clinking and grinding together made my teeth weak. My wrists were already getting sore but I could feel deep down each atom breaking away from the sturdy metal so I continued until I heard the faintest sound of footsteps coming to my room, I stopped quickly and glared at the door. I heard a soft knock then the door opened slowly and in popped Luda's head. "I know you're angry, my dear. But you can't leave. You've already seen too much and now you're just gonna be stuck..."; "Fuck. You." I interrupted her, my voice rough and stern. Her face dropped into a frown, "I don't like that kind of language in my house, brat. You're staying here whether you like it or not. You're gonna grow to love it here and you'll be a part of this family. But you have to stop fighting." She seethed her last sentence and pointed her frail, shaking finger down at my face just inches away. "I will get away from you people. You are all insane." I spat and yanked on the chains. She had stood straight and let out a disappointed sigh, "Are you hungry?" She asked ignoring what I had said. "No."; "No?" Luda responded and didn't like my answer judging by the way her face hardened again.  My eyes stayed narrowed, staring into hers that seemed more like an irritated mother's rather than a kidnapping murderer. Her heels had turned on the wooden floor as she then made her exit, "Goodnight, (Y/N). Hopefully you'll feel better tomorrow." She said with her head down. Once I heard the door knob click closed I began sawing again, grumbling to myself. How could she act like nothing was wrong? How could she raise her son become the monster he is? But a bigger question rose in my mind. How could I get out and stay out? I was pulled from my thoughts by the increasing pain in my wrists, my face twisted into a wincing expression. That's when I noticed a thick drop of liquid coming from my left wrist, the skin surrounding it now raw due to the grinding. For the first time since my arrival, I cried. My spirit was getting more and more broken down with each minute and now not only had this event taken a toll on my physical health but it had destroyed my mental and emotional health. My chest shook while rising and falling, my sobs made my breaths uneven causing the jolting. After my cries began to die down, I stared at the ceiling feeling sorry and disappointed in myself but I guess I was so lost in thought that I hadn't noticed him standing on the opposite side of the bed that Luda had been standing on. His movement was caught in my peripheral, while jerking my head to the side I gasped in surprise and fear. His expression looked evil, as though if it were up to him he'd kill me right where I lay. My mouth hung open, like the muscles that held it closed were wore out. All I could do was stare at him, his presence was suffocating and I was worried he was there to do more than just stare at me. When his eyes shifted away from my face and down at the ground. I wasn't sure how I had caught that or if my mind was just playing tricks on me, but when he had bowed his head, the tiniest drop of water had left his eye and fell from his cheek. I only got to see it because of the light, that shone as proudly as possible, made it sparkle. I could feel a twisted pain in my chest, my heart had hurt for the man as it always had since I found out about him. His hand had been resting on my mattress next to my side and I watched it as his finger and hand muscles contorted in a tighter fist each second. It was the same arm I had cut, seeing the bandage that was wrapped so hard around his skin made my heart break even more. "Thomas..." I whispered not expecting him to look up at me, "I'm sorry. I just want to go home, Tommy. I want to see my family again." I tried my best to keep my composure but it was no use after each word my throat got scratchier and scratchier, the bug of emotion was trying to claw its way from my throat. After I was finished explaining what I missed about my life, he had raised his head and stared at me, his brows were tilted upwards in a concerned manner. Then he moved quickly, which in turn made my hands jump on the chains. Before I had any time to process what was happening his head was laid on my chest and his arm was wrapped around my waist, his hand forced under my back and I could feel his hand clasping onto my shirt. I was in shock, unsure of whether to protest or leave him be. Then I heard the sniffles and whimpers coming from him as he held me. "It's alright, Tommy." I responded softly which made him dig his face into my chest more. I could feel the wetness on my shirt from his tears, I couldn't help but wonder how long had it been since he was able to just let it out, to just be human instead of a monster again even if it was for a brief moment. So I left him be, his crying was the most sad one I had ever heard. When the sounds of sadness started to slow, I glanced at the top of his head and back up at the ceiling, "Tommy... Let me free. You can come with me. We can leave this place together."