Mending - Jeffmads [COMPLETED]

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: y'all are gonna hate me for this chapter.

James woke up, enveloped in Thomas' embrace. It made him smile, knowing that whenever Thomas was around he would be safe. He had made it very obvious that he was extremely protective, not that James minded.

He wiggled his way out of Thomas' arms. It wasn't easy, but eventually he got out of the sleeping man's grip, standing up before looking back at him.

"I don't even remember falling asleep," James mumbled to himself before finding his way to Thomas' bathroom, examining himself in the mirror.

The bruises were starting to go away, but they were still quite prominent on his face. James pulled off the sweatshirt Thomas lent him, neatly setting it on the counter of the sink. He pulled up the hem of his shirt, looking over the marks the covered his torso. They were darker than the bruises on his face.

"God, what does Thomas see in me," James said, letting his shirt fall back over his stomach.

A knock at the door made James jump. He pulled on Thomas' sweatshirt before going to the door, not bothering to check who it was before swinging it open.

"Hey baby."

James cowered back, almost tripping as he put as much space as he could between the man at the door and himself. "R-Reynolds? What're you... What're you doing here?"

"Well I thought I'd pay my favorite toy a visit. So, you're fucking Jefferson now huh?" Reynolds took a few steps into the dorm, smirking as he saw the fear across James' face.

"I'm not-"

"Save it whore," Reynolds growled, grabbing James by the collar of his shirt. "You better tell him you two are through. You're mine James, my property, I thought you knew that, but apparently I was wrong."

James bit his lip, trying to stop the tears that were sliding down his face.

"I won't hesitate to bash Jefferson's face in if you happen to disobey me, got it?" James nodded, avoiding Reynolds' eyes. "Good."

Reynolds shoved James to the ground, slamming the door on his way out.

James pulled his knees to his chest, trying to pull himself together. Eventually the tears stopped coming and he picked himself off of the ground. He wiped his face before heading into Thomas' bedroom, climbing under the covers and cuddling up next to Thomas.

Thomas was just waking up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he looked down at James. "Where were you?"

"Just the bathroom, don't worry about it," James gave him a weak smile, which Thomas noticed immediately.

"Hey, are you okay?" Thomas asked with concern.

"Yeah I'm good," James said, but Thomas gave him an uneasy glance. "Really Thomas, I'm fine."

"If you say so," Thomas said, putting his arms around James, pulling him closer to his chest. "You can tell me anything y'know. You don't have to be scared to talk to me if there's something wrong."

"I know," James mumbled, not being able to look Thomas in the eye. "Can we just go back to sleep?"

"Sure Jemmy." Thomas smiled down at James before shutting his eyes.

James knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, not with the weight on his shoulders. Instead he buried his face in Thomas' chest, trying to push the one thought that stuck in his mind.

What am I going to do?

A/N: I'm kind of in a good mood today.