Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 26

Author's Note: I fucking love this story k bye

I sat down on the front porch of Joey’s house and cried, and cried, and cried.

And then I was sobbing, my body and head and heart and toes and everything ached from the pain of what had happened.

From being so close to intimacy with Thomas, to being rejected, to seeing James and standing up for myself, to being confronted about Thomas by my clients, to Thomas finding out about everything, to being called what I knew I was all along.

A manipulative bitch, the words rolled off his tongue and slapped me in the face and it still stung.

I knew I was one, I always had. Ever since James broke my heart I had converted to becoming one for two reasons, A. Money and B. To never get hurt again, but instead hurt others.

I would rather be poor and with Thomas than to have gotten the money and hurt him.

I kept crying, and it all hurt so much.

“Scarlett?” I heard someone softly call out. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at the face I didn’t know I wanted to see, but I was glad to see.

“Hey Tati,” I gave her a sad smile. She took this as a chance to walk up to me and sit down.

“Are you okay?” She asked, placing a hand on my arm.

“You saw that eh?” I shrugged, as if it didn’t matter.

“Even if I didn’t, you are the talk of the party as of right now,” she told me.

“Funny, everyone is talking about me. Yet you’re the only one who came out to see if I was okay.” I said.

“Yeah, because everyone thinks that you don’t like him.” She pointed out.

“And you think I like him?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I know you like him,” she patted my hand.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said honestly, running my hands through my hair.

“What do you want to do?”  Tati asked me.

“I want to tell him how I feel. I want to explain to him that at first I was manipulating him, but I developed feelings for him along the way.” It felt so easy talking to her like this.

“What’s stopping you?”

“My reputation.”

“Yes, but that’s your reputation. I know you are above all of the rumors; you know you are above the rumors. You are so amazing Scarlett, and Thomas knows that, the only thing stopping you from being happy is yourself. You don’t think you deserve it because of what you do. But everyone deserves happiness, even those who believe they don’t.” I looked down at my hands and looked back at her.

“Why are you saying this? You barely even know me.” I tried to push her away from me with her words.

“Nobody really knows anybody,” she replied, unfazed. “I’m going to go join Joey, you know what you need to do.”

“Okay…” she got up to leave but I grabbed her hand lightly. “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she walked off.

I don’t think she realized how much faith in humanity she gave me in our short conversation. But I knew what I had to do.

I had to explain this to Thomas, or at least try too.

I got up quickly and felt the ground spinning beneath me. I grabbed the railing on the porch quickly and calmed myself down.

This is Thomas we are talking about, Thomas. The boy who was there for you when your mother cheated on your dad. The boy who trusted you with his deepest and darkest secrets, his hidden talents as a singer, and his mother’s death. The boy who you sat in the car with every day after school, driving and listening to your favorite albums, talking about life. The boy who led you to trust again. The boy who you really care about.

The boy you may even love.

I walked through the front door and was welcomed with the stares of partygoers. I walked up to someone I recognized as a guy Thomas talked too.

“Hey, do you know where I could find Thomas?” I asked as calmly as I could.

“Last time I saw him he was in the Rec Room,” he gave me a questioning look.

“Thank you,” I pretended like I didn’t notice his stare and walked away through the crowd. It was easier to get through though because people recognized me as the manipulative bitch. I entered the Rec Room and Thomas wasn’t in sight.

“He’s upstairs,” a random girl told me. “You just missed him.”

“Thanks,” I said numbly. I walked out of the room and through the kitchen before reaching the back set of stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. I was scared beyond belief. What would I say? How would I even explain myself to him? Would he even believe me?

I took one step at a time, my hand gripping the rail tightly as I made my way up the stairs. I walked down the halls and couldn’t find Thomas. The sound of my heels clapping against the hardwood was what I concentrated on to keep me from throwing up. I decided to go to the bathroom before doing anything drastic, I had been crying for the past 20 minutes, God only knows how terrible I looked at that moment.

I tried to open the bathroom door but it was stuck a little bit. I jiggled it and it opened. The sounds of heavy breathing welcomed me into the confined space.

Three’s Company, as they say.

Especially when the three is Thomas, Clarissa and I.

Except I was the unwanted party, as Thomas and Clarissa were intertwined, lips connected, hands all over each other. Clarissa was sitting on the sink, her legs around Thomas’ waist.

Thomas was the one who noticed that the door was open.

“Scarlett,” Thomas jumped away from Clarissa.

“It’s fine,” I shook my head, backing away from the harshly lit, white bathroom. It seemed too pure, too clean for the filthy acts that were occurring in it.

“I’m a manipulative bitch anyway.” I heard myself say before running away.