Heart For Two (Thomas Sangster & Robbie Kay Fanfic)

Ch.13 I'm Hurt.

"Katherine." Thomas broke the silence.

"Who's she?" I calmly asked after a couple of seconds. 

"She..." He breathed deeply through his nose making his stress obvious. "She was just some girl." He looked down at his fingers. I could sense the sadness in the air. I may sound completely stupid or ridiculous but I'm seriously not joking. This tension is simply too strong. I need to know or else I'll go crazy.

"She doesn't sound just like some type of girl." I scooted closer to him and took one of his hands making him look up at me. At first he tensed up and pulled his hand away making me look at him straight in the eye but then he sighed put his hand back in my palm and wrapped his long fingers around my small ones. I placed my other hand on top of his and covered his whole hand with mine. I put them on my lap and rub the top of his hand with my thumb calming him down, or so I think. "Thomas." I called him, "Look at me." I looked up but seemed to retrieve his eyes from mine and looked somewhere else. I lifted my hand while the other still was holding his hand and took a light hold on his chin, lifting it up lightly making him finally look at my eyes. He didn't look away this time. 

"She broke my heart." Thomas whispered, more to himself then to me. I saw how his eyes would grow watery with every word he said but he kept the tears inside. "She took everything I could ever offer someone and simply destroyed it right in front of my eyes. She hurt me so much, Chrissy." He looked down at our hands. He lifted his other hand and put it on out hands. He played with my fingers as he continued talking. "I gave her so much but it wasn't enough. I loved her to death but she just didn't believe me. I would always show her how much I felt for her and I did anything, ANYTHING, just so she could be proud of me. But like she would always say..." He sniffled. Oh no, he was crying. "It wasn't enough." His voice broke and he sobbed. I squished his hands and pulled them closer to me. "She had anger problem but I would always understand her and let her be. At first, she would just slap me or push me but then, it just all got worse. She threw stuff at me not caring what it was and actually would beat me." I said coldly. I found myself getting angry now. "I thought it was the best to let her to whatever she wanted to do with me since she would calm down afterwords but, it hurt." He then looked up at me, his eyes red and puffy.

 "If love is the best feeling in the world, why did I feel like shit?" he said as a tear rolled down his eye, rolling down his cheek and falling on the top of my hand.

"Love is a lot of things." I began with a sore throat somehow. I didn't realize I was crying too. "Love can feel so amazing at times. It can make your heart beat so quickly yet stop beating . It can make us think so much things that don't make sense and also make us think of absolutely nothing." I brought out hands to my chest. "Love is powerful. Powerful enough to bring two people from two different worlds together, but also powerful enough to burn a heart into ashes and spread it around a ocean of tears, unfix able." 

He looked at me quietly. I couldn't tell what he was feeling at this moment and his silence worried me. As I was about to speak again, he stands up and walks to the window. He closed it and locked it. He leaned his head on it, sighed, and out of nowhere, punched the wall next to it. I stood up about to go up to him but he turned around and pointed at me. His eyes expressed anger but was it towards me?

"Don't you ever open this window! Ever!" He closed his eyes and before murmuring something under his breath and walking out the door. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered to him even though he couldn't here me. 

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Thomas 

I closed my room's door and took my shirt of, throwing it at my wall. I untied my belt and laid it on the bed. I found myself looking at some coward on the mirror in front of me. He looked so ugly. So hideous. Very Disgusting. 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening my eyes again. 

Now I simply see what I want others to see me as. A man who actually fought for what he has today. That worked his arse off for people who gave no shits about him but yet he didn't mind. He simply cared too much therefore he became broken. And like Chrissy said, it is sometimes unfix able. 

I don't know for how long I've been standing there until someone knocked on my door. I didn't bother opening it. They'll probably go away. No doubt it was Chrissy. I don't want her to leave, I don't want to push her away, but I'm scared that if she ends up seeing what a weak idiot I am, she'll see me differently. She'll see me... embarrassed. Just like Katherine.

I looked back through the mirror and saw Chrissy standing now inside my room with the door closed. 

"Who did that?" She asked me while staring at my torso.

"You won't understa-"

"Tell me!"

"What? Why would I?" 

"Because Thom-"

"I don't have to-"

"I just want to kno-"

It was Katherine! Alright?" I blurted out. "Not long ago." I turned around to the mirror and looked at my chest. "I told you I was blind." I whispered but sure enough that she heard me.

"But now you see Thomas." She took a couple of steps closer. 

"Robbie made her like this." I said more to myself than to her. 

"How?"

"That's exactly what he does, Chrissy." I turned to look at her angry at the fact that I had to mention that bloody demon to tell her and protect her.  "He just uses them!" 

"But I won't do anything with him."

"It's not you who I don't trust." I say. "It's him. He plays dirty games. Games no one can win. Not even me."  I sigh and fully turn around, giving her a full view of the real damage on my body, my chest. She covered her mouth. 

"Thomas."

"Stop." I tiredly said. "Please." 

Chrissy POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. His back had scars and bruises but his chest. It was impossible to see. Deep dark cuts. Almost like stabs and bruises that seemed to not fade anytime sooner. I pained 

"I don't want you to feel like this." I walked up to him until I was standing right in front of him. I placed my hand on the clear part of his chest. Looking up at him to see if he didn't mind, I slowly traced some faded scars down to the bruises on his abs. I simply stared at my hand, once in a while flinching but not trying to make it obvious. I traced my the scared back up to his chest and slid it on his shoulder which had small bruises that seemed to be fading already. 

"You don't know how I feel." He said coldly. I looked up at him but he kept staring at my hand.

"You're right. I don't know how you feel." My hand slid onto his bicep and I squished lightly. "Tell me then. How do you feel?" I asked.

"Believe me when I say there are no word to describe how I feel, Chrissy." He answered slowly. I felt pained. How he didn't trust me that I could help him out of this misery he's living. "I may not be able to tell you how I feel," I took my hand into his. "But at least let me show you." 

Right then and there, without realizing how fast everything happened, he pulled me by my hand, took hold of my waste and presses his lips onto mine.