Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 16

I had no idea where I was going when I was running away from my house; I just needed to get as far away from that place as possible. I didn’t want to stop running, I never wanted to stop running. I wanted to hurt myself through my aching legs, I wanted to feel something more than the hurt in my heart.

The ache in my lungs distracted me from the image of my mother and her boss in bed, but just barely.

I tripped over a rock and twisted my ankle. I didn’t even know what was happening until I hit the ground, my knees breaking my fall. I had finally let myself break down, I was crying. In fact it was worse than crying, I had let the sobs take over my body until I had nothing left to pour out, I was left gasping for air.

I was in so much pain, physically, emotionally, mentally. I had no idea what to do, I couldn’t move at all.

I debated calling my father, but he would be on his way to the airport to fly home.

My father.

How in the hell could my mother hurt my dad in such a despicable way? My parents loved eachother, they had always loved each other. Sure my dad hadn’t been around a lot lately but my mom and I had stuck through it because we loved him, because his job provided the roof over our head, the shoes on our feet, the food on our table.

How could she just turn around and do something like that?

All of the convincing lies she had fed me, all of the pretending, the sneaking behind my back to secretly meet up with her boss, of all men?!

“Your mother is sure one amazing lady,” Mr. Richards had told me at the faculty Christmas party last year.

“Oh stop it John,” she had tapped his arm lightly, I could tell she was blushing, but I had thought it was just her being friendly.

“Where is your lucky man tonight?” Mr. Richards had asked, looking around the room.

“He had a last minute business endeavor in Toronto,” my mother had sighed disappointedly.

“He’s going to be home for Christmas though,” I had tried so hard to defend him.

That night my mother had dropped me off at home and told me she was going to hang out with the girls from work, a little after party if you will.

Had she went to go meet up with her sleeze-bag of a boss? Cheating on my father barely 3 days before Christmas?

I was so disgusted, so disappointed, so hurt that my mother could betray my father in I in such a cruel way.

I sat there on the cold ground, over analyzing my whole parent’s marriage as I stared at my father’s contact on my phone.

I had no idea how to deal with this situation, my ankle was killing me, and I felt nothing but abandonment.

I needed someone.

I needed Thomas.

I opened up his contact in my phone and my thumb lingered over the “Call” button for a good five minutes. I decided that this was what I wanted right here, right now. So I called him.

“Scarlett?” Thomas whispered into my ear, he sounded worried.

“Thomas,” I pleaded, I wanted him to hear everything I couldn’t say.

“Where are you, I’m coming,” he said urgently, knowing that something was wrong.

“I think I’m at that one park we were in last weekend,” I tried to go into greater detail.