Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Home With Him

My cheeks were stained with tears, my hands shaky. I was lucky I didn't crash the car on my way here.

"Hel- Oh..." his deep brown eyes met mine, as he opened the door. "Jordan?"

"Hi Tom."

"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out his hand to me.

Hearing his voice broke me.

More tears poured from my eyes, as I quickly wrapped my arms around him. The familiar feeling returned. I'm so broken, but when I'm with him, I'm whole again.

"What's wrong, baby?" Tom asked again, kissing the top of my head.

"I did something stupid," I gasped between sobs.

"What did you do, Jordan?" Tom asked, trying to get me to look at him.

"I slapped Ingrid. It was an accident, I just thought... I don't know, I just-" I buried my face into his shoulder, trying to hide from the world. "I didn't mean to, Tom. I don't know what came over me."

Tom's hands gently rubbed across my back, soothing my shaky sobs.

"It'll be okay. I'll call Ingrid, I'll get this all figured out, okay?" Tom cooed, leading me inside. "Who drove you here?"

"I-I drove myself."

"You took Ingrid's car?"

"Yeah, I-I didn't know what else to do!"

"Okay, it's okay... I'm glad you're safe, just- I'll be right back," Tom mumbled, leaving me on the couch.

I rolled onto my side, laying my head against the armrest.

My head pounded, a million thoughts chewing at my brain.

I could hear Tom's hushed voice down the hall.

My heavy eyes drifted shut, my whole body was immersed into a dark void.

I tried listening in on Tom's conversation, but I couldn't make out any of the words he was saying.

Nothing made sense.

I tried to clear out all thoughts, but nothing worked.

"God damn it..." I whispered to myself.

I hid my face in my hands, hoping that if I couldn't see the world, the world couldn't see me.

How easy would that be?

To just disappear from the world.

To make it as if you were never even here.

Someone would eventually notice. Something small would be different, and at least one person would notice.

They'd play it off like it was the Mandela Effect or something, but they'd still notice. If I was gone.

"Scooch over, babe," Tom whispered, patting my legs.

I quickly sat upright, giving him room on the couch.

He opened his arms towards me, allowing me to cuddle with him on the couch.

Tom rubbed my head, curling strands of my hair around his fingers.

"Ingrid told me she's not mad at you, and she wants to make sure you know that," Tom finally whispered, breaking the silence. His hot breath tickled my nose.

"You're sure she's not mad?"

"I'm sure... She said she's going to go out to pick up some groceries," Tom cooed.

"Okay."

"She said she wanted to talk to you in person, so we gotta stop by either today or tomorrow."

"Okay," I whispered. "Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No, of course not," Tom kissed my forehead.

I couldn't help but grin like an idiot.

This was so nice, laying here with Tom.

I'm finally back to where I need to be.