The Man Of Little Words (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

Chapter 12

His head has shot up. He stared at me, those deep brown eyes looked like the windows to a prison with the expression he gave me. "Tommy, please." I begged as tears made an appearance in the corners of my eyes. The giant just kept staring as if he was in a mental debate, then he rested his head back on my chest and shrugged his shoulders. At this point I was getting irritated by the games, "Tommy, let me go. I want to see my family. I wanna go back home." I wasn't asking anymore. I would've rather him or his family kill me than keep me prisoner. He snaked his arm out from under me and sat up fully, his legs positioned over the edge of the bed. He kept his head straight, giving me side glances like a puppy that just got yelled at. Without another word he stood and walked out. I was once again left to the devices of my own thoughts. So the sawing of the chains continued. My blood pressure rising due to irritation and frustration caused my adrenaline to spike. At this point I had one of two options, get a guaranteed escape by manipulating him or get an unguaranteed one by getting out by myself.

After an hour or two had passed I was already getting sleepy, I had injured my wrist more and to be honest my stomach was starting to growl. It took more energy than expected to move my restraints. I needed a break to regain what I lost. Thankfully my break time cut into the moment when Thomas reentered the room with a plate. He didn't knock that time which meant for me that I'd only have a fraction of a second to stop sawing if he was coming in, I hadn't even heard him come up the steps. He held the plate in front of him and inched his way to me, he took a seat on the bed where he had sat previously. He tilted the ceramic towards me, on it sat probably the messiest made sandwiches I had ever seen but I appreciated the thought which in turn made me giggle. I guess my reaction made him embarrassed I had noticed his face was dusted pink, "Thank you, Tommy they look really pretty." I smiled and tilted my head at him which made him look away for a second then back at me. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand and held the sandwich with it then held it in front of my mouth gesturing for me to eat. I stared at it for a moment then looked back at him, "You aren't trying to poison me are you?" I asked cautiously. He furrowed his brows together hard and shook his head defensively then pointed at my stomach as it let out low grumbles. "Alright alright, I trust you." I said hoping I wouldn't regret my words then biting into the sandwich. It was simple, cheese, ketchup, mayo, lettuce, and turkey(?). But it felt like a gift from the gods. After I swallowed, I looked at him gingerly holding the sandwich and let a soft smile ease it's way to my lips, "Thank you, Tommy.". He had looked through the corner of his eye at the wall then ushered the sandwich back to my mouth.

        Eating while laying down was no easy task but I was thankful that although I had hurt him, he was still willing to keep me alive and well. Why he wanted me alive was beyond my comprehension but you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. He had stayed at the edge of my bed, letting his fingertips scratch and pick at the seams of the covers. He had a debating look to his face, like he wanted to ask or say something but didn't know if he should. "What's wrong?" I nudged his back with my knee to break his thoughts. He in turn had shook his head then shifted his body fully facing me and grabbed the cover from the foot of the bed and stretched it over top of me. I snuggled under, a relaxed sigh left my lips as I tiredly fluttered my eyes at him. The chains kept me from getting cozy; unfortunately all I could do was return to the same position I had started in. He had been watching the whole time, examining my every movement with a careful gaze. The covers had shifted due to a new presence on top of my knee, it was Thomas's hand. He had given my knee a gentle squeeze before firmly planting his feet on the ground then standing and towering over me. I doubted in my mind that I would ever get used to seeing such a titan of a human, his feet had moved in an uncomfortable and nervous manner. His eyes had darted back and forth while his head hung low, then they stopped the frantic movement by landing on me. I had noticed his fingertips tapping quickly against his pants as he had his arms stiffly hanging at his sides. I hadn't moved my curious gaze from him while he moved as though he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Words were unable to escape my chest, I wanted to ask if he was alright but I figured it'd probably be best to just let him do his thing.

          In an instant his fidgeting had ceased and he stared at me blankly for a few seconds, I heard a huff coming from behind his mask as he turned quickly and left the room, closing the door a bit loud as he exited. I furrowed my brows together and looked around the room confused, trying to figure out what had irritated him. My stationary search to find his irritants proved unsuccessful after a few minutes. I had ultimately gave up and shook my head dismissing the strange actions from him like an etch sketch. I snuggled my back down into the mattress and rested my head on the pillows, I stared at the ceiling for a long time no thoughts had appeared to me during my staring content with the inanimate object and finally I had drifted to sleep.

(Hey, guys I appreciate the patience and support all of you have given me during this very long duration of me not tending to the story. I've been a bit busy these past few months but I'm going to try to get a new chapter out at least once a week (maybe even get a few more out during some weeks if I have motivation) thank y'all for all the support, you're awesome and I hope to see y'all stick around for the end. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ )