Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 19

I woke up disoriented, and then all the memories came flooding back.

I was in Thomas’ bed.

I was here because my mom was a cheater and all the pain and anguish I had felt in the last 24 hours had hit me like a train. And it hurt, it all hurt so much.

“You’re awake,” I heard Thomas’ voice from across the room. He was sitting up straight on his futon, book in lap.

“When did you wake up?” I croaked. I winced at how terrible my voice sounded.

“At about 5 in the morning, I had to sneak onto the couch before my dad found us.

“You should have woken me up,” I rose out of his bed and stretched my neck.

“Nah, you look too cute when you sleep.” Thomas said, closing his book. “Mainly because you don’t talk.”

“Har freaking har,” I said monotonously. “What time is it?”

“2 in the afternoon.” Thomas got up and sat down beside me on the bed.

“Fuck,” I said, quickly getting off the bed.

“I washed your clothes,” he gestured to the neatly folded pile on his desk.

“Thank you,” I took his clothes and ran into the bathroom. I changed rapidly and brushed my teeth with some toothpaste on my finger, I also used Thomas’ brush to tend to the embarrassing rat’s nest I had developed from sleeping for so long.

“The ‘just got out of bed’ look suited you so much though,” Thomas pouted when he saw me all cleaned up.

“Hush,” I rolled my eyes and handed him the clothing he let me use.

“Are you hungry?” Thomas asked.

“Not really,” I shook my head, I was too nervous to eat. “I should really be leaving; my dad is going to be home in a couple of hours.”

“I don’t want you to have to deal with this on your own Scarlett.” Thomas said, crossing his arms.

“I could fight my own battles before you Thomas,” I said harshly.

“You shouldn’t have too,”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“Let me drive you home then,”

I hesitated.

“Alright, but you can’t come inside.” I said finally.

“Okay,” he nodded his head and opened his bed room door.

We walked downstairs together and I was greeted by Thomas’ father.

“Hello,” he said, looking up from his newspaper. He took a sip of coffee.

“Thank you for having me,” I walked up to him and shook his hand.

“Leaving so soon?” He questioned. “You’re welcome to stay…” He trailed off when he saw the look on Thomas’ face.

“I have to deal with some stuff I’ve been putting off,” I said honestly. “I appreciate your hospitality.”

“Our door is always open,” he nodded, not pressing the issue any further.

“Thank you again,” I replied, wishing I could stay here forever. But alas, reality is facing me outside of that door.

“Call me if you need me,” Thomas said when he pulled up to the house. Not my home, no, the house.