Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Call

"I'm going to get ready for bed," Ingrid called out, heading to the bathroom.

"Okay," I mumbled, pulling my phone out of my pocket. There's no more putting this off.

I opened my contacts, quickly calling Tom before I could change my mind.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tom."

"Jordan! Thank God, you weren't answering my text. You had me worried sick!"

"I know, I'm sorry..."

"Listen, I'm sorry for last night. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm an idiot for lashing out at you like that."

"Yeah... It's okay, I shouldn't have yelled at you either," I mumbled.

"I-I know you're probably still pissed at me, and you have a right to be," Tom's voice sounded shaky.

"No, Tom it's fine really-"

"Can I come over tomorrow? Just to talk?"

"Yeah... I'd like that," I said, almost as quiet as a whisper.

"Okay."

We both sat in silence for a while, unwilling to say another word.

"Jordan?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you hate me?"

"No, Tom... I... Hate myself," I mumbled.

"Jordan, don't say that."

"I'm sorry..."

Warm tears gathered in my eyes, a heavy weight forming in my chest. It's not like Tom had even said anything wrong, I just needed to cry. It was too much for me to bundle inside at this point; it had to come out.

"T-Tom," I said, with a heavy breath. "I'm sorry I lashed out at you, I was... I am tired, I'm scarred, 'ya know? I-I wish it would all stop, I just... I don't know what to do anymore, I don't know how to control it... A-And my trial is coming up soon, and I'm gonna have to face James again, and I'm not ready to, and-"

"Jordan."

"W-What?" I sobbed.

"I love you."

Digging the heel of my palm against my face, I wiped away at the tears dampening my cheeks.

"I wish I could undo all of this. I wish I could've been there for you, and yet, I wasn't. I made that mistake once, and I'm making it again. I love you to the moon and back, Jordan."

Tom was crying now too. His shaking voice gave it away.

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