Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

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The streetlights blurred my vision, as hot tears continued to stream down my face. Tom's house came into view, a small white car in the driveway.

I could see Tom and Ingrid talking on the front porch, Tom's face was red and stained with tears.

I carefully parked the car, as Ingrid ran over. She hurried to grab my backpack out of the back seat, helping me into her car.

"Bye Tom," Ingrid called out.

"I can take him-"

"I got it. See ya tomorrow," she interrupted.

Ingrid slammed the car door, leaving us to sit in silence.

The quiet purr of the engine filled the space, as Ingrid let out a soft sigh.

"I'm sorry for wasting your data... I just wanted to stay on the phone-"

"It's fine... I'm glad you stayed with me. Thank you."

"Of course," Ingrid murmured. "You can stay with me, or I can bring you to a hotel... Either is fine with me."

"I don't want to be a bother-"

"You're not a bother... I'd honestly rather have you stay with me... Just to make sure you're alright," Ingrid explained.

"I'd like that."

"Just to warn you, I'm a loud sleeper," Ingrid laughed.

I laid my head against the window, trying to clear my head.

"Jordan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?"

"About?"

Ingrid hesitated for a while.

"Anything going through your mind."

"Like, anything?"

"Yeah."

"Um... I don't want to bore you with my problems," I mumbled.

"I just want to make sure you're okay..."

"Okay..." I waited for her to say something. I didn't really want to talk right now, I just wanted to lay in bed and do nothing.

"So just say something about your past, or what you're feeling now... I just think it's helpful to talk out your feelings," she explained.

"Okay... Right now I'm feeling like an idiot for blaming Tom for not being there for me," I let out a forced laugh.

"That's okay, I feel like an idiot all the time," Ingrid smiled, carefully curving along the road.

"I miss Tom," I whispered.

"He said he wanted to talk to you, but we should probably give him a while to cool down. Okay?"

"I'm just really sorry... I'm a fucking idiot," I mumbled, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes.

"No you're not, couples get into fights all the time. It's not a big deal, you'll be okay," she whispered, carefully grabbing my hand in hers.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again. No matter how many times I apologize, nothing will feel right.

"It's okay, Jordan. You're okay... Alright?"

"Alright."

Ingrid pulled into the driveway of a small house, parking her car.

"Welcome home."