Chapter 11

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"Thomas. Get back"
Thomas didn't move. He just looked at me like a toddler does when their parent shouts at them. He still edged forward
"Thomas if your gonna hurt me, expect some pain back"
He shook his head at me and held his hand out. When I wouldn't take it he just sat on the floor next to me taking all the dirty washing away from my side and pulling me out the crater onto his knee. He held me close to him and hugged me tightly.  He was scribbling away on the notepad. When he let me read it I saw a long apology begging for forgiveness. I obviously forgave Thomas but told him I wanted to stay at home tonight as my cousin was coming home. He nodded against my shoulder and agreed as soon as I told him I'd go over to his house first thing in the morning.

When Carly arrived I wanted to tell her. But I kept thinking of her reaction and what Thomas would do to me if he found out.
Carly was a bit drunk whine she got home. It was obvious because her speech was slurred and se kept seeing things.
"Carly I have something to talk you"
I said as confident as I could.
"W-what?" She slurred
"I'm dating Thomas Hewitt" I blurted
Her pupils went wide and then the laugh attack came.
"Are you for reall. Your dating THEE bubba sawyer or whatever the fuck he's called agahaha"
"I'm not really" I lied. I hated to be laughed at and made fun of
"I was gonna say. God Kate" she said before running to the loo and throwing up. 

The net morning Carly was still in bed from a hangover.  I really wanted to go and see Thomas this morning. I woke up and got dressed. I went straight over.  Thomas was actually waiting for me by the porch. The old windmill was spinning lightly in the breeze as Thomas picked me up and took me inside. He had made me some of mamas breakfast tea which was simply beautiful.

I wanted to go shopping today. Thomas didn't way to come with me but he asked me to buy him some stuff.
It was a only some oil or the chainsaw and a sewing kit along with a new apron.  I got myself some new clothes done Thomas had coated most of mine in blood or had ripped them. When I got back he was asleep on the chair in his room. His amazing drawings were sprawled out on the floor. I went to take a shower.
I was completely naked and about step into the Ayer when a pair of muscular arms picked me up and stopped me.

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