Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 12

Author's Note: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER TOO JESUS THIS IS WHERE I START TO LOVE THE STORY OKAY ENJOY!!! I won't be posting until Sunday because I have camp this weekend! 

Chapter 12

I spent a majority of Saturday distracting myself from thoughts of Thomas. My dad was a huge help even though he knew nothing about what I was thinking. We painted a couple of model cars and he took me to the local book shop to buy me some books. It was such a perfect day, I felt like I was back in the sixth grade when my dad was actually home. We did things like that all the time.

But alas Saturday night came and he left again, and I was left home alone with my mother. Mom didn’t talk to my dad at all, only in passing when he asked her to pass the salt at breakfast and dinner. It was a cool feeling, but I knew she was angry with him for leaving us so soon. She should’ve been in a better mood though, she knew about dad’s promotion. I didn’t understand my mom’s actions, but then again growing up, I never did.

I ran up to my room after my father left. I checked my phone and noticed I had 4 missed texts from Thomas, I didn’t bother reading them. I showered thoroughly, dried and straightened my hair. I did some homework, and then I read one of the books my dad had bought me, and then it was 3 in the morning.

I had nothing to distract myself with, so I tried music. I blasted some Panic! At The Disco in my ears and found myself listening to the lyrics more than the actual song.

“Cross my heart and hope to die

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes

I've lost control and I don't want it back

I'm going numb, I've been hijacked

It's a fucking drag

I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine”

And then I found myself crying, no not crying, sobbing.

And I hated myself a little bit more.

I woke up to the sound of “Hell Above” by Pierce The Veil. The ringtone I had pre-set a while ago. When I picked up my phone I noticed the killer headache I had from crying all night.

“Hello?” I said into my phone, thinking it was my dad telling me he got to his hotel alright.

“Scarlett?” Thomas’ voice rang into my rattled brain.

“Thomas?” I asked.

“Yes,” he paused, “don’t hang up.”

“You have thirty seconds,” I said, I looked at the time on my clock. It was 8 in the morning, Jesus Christ.

“I’m outside your house, and I’m not leaving until I see your beautiful face.” He said into the phone quickly. I pondered the thought of going outside, and honestly, I didn’t want too.

“I don’t want too Thomas,”

“Please Scarlett,” he pleaded. It was the same voice he used when I left him alone in the bathroom Friday night.

“Fine,” I said closing my eyes. “I’ll be down in 10 minutes.”

I got ready as quickly and quietly as I could with the headache I had. I applied some eyeliner and mascara and then pulled on some skinny jeans and a hoodie. Before I left the house I popped an Advil and put on my combat boots. I decided against leaving a note for my mom, if she asked any questions I would just tell her I went for an early-morning walk. I walked down the drive-way and locked eyes with Thomas.