Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 29

“Here we are!” He said, laughing. It was an interesting car ride to say the least, he kept singing “our song” (bohemian rhapsody) and I swear he was close to crying when he belted out the last line. He swerved on and off of the road and I really questioned why the hell I got into a car with him in the first place. Then I got to thinking, what if I really did want to die then? What if I got into the car with a person under the influence because I wanted to get into a crash? If not to die, to see how Thomas would react. To see if he would visit me in the hospital and give me flowers and everything would be okay again because I had a near-death experience and he was so scared and we were both so sorry. But no, we got home in one piece. And I was actually disappointed.

“Thanks,” I said, reaching for the car door.

“Wait,” he grabbed my arm. “I need to talk to you still.”

I sighed, “So talk.”

“I miss you,” he said.

“You’re drunk,” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re right,” he replied. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I miss you Scarlett.”

“James…” I trailed off.

“Tell me you don’t feel anything when you look at me.” He took my chin and tilted my face to look at him.

“I do feel something,” I said. “But that’s not enough. You really hurt me James. You have no idea.”

“I’m sorry!” He slammed his hands against the steering wheel.

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough James,” I shook my head.

“So I fucked your friend, she was a slut anyway. And you wouldn’t let me touch you underneath your clothes.” He tried to defend himself.

“You sound like some horny sophomore,” I replied bitterly.

“You sound like a bitch,” he said, before slapping me. I was too shocked to react, I didn’t know what to say or do, and I was frozen. I didn’t understand what was going on; this wasn’t the James I knew. Before I could react, I saw the driver’s door open and James was yanked out of the car from a dark figure I couldn’t make out. I quickly opened my car door and was struck with the cool air; I hadn’t realized I was sweating until the moisture on my skin made me shiver.

“You fucking prick,” snapped me back to reality. The sound of a fist on flesh was all I could hear on the quiet street. I ran around the car and the dim street lights revealed Thomas beating up James.

“Thomas, stop!” I yelled at him, he couldn’t hear me though.

“Tell her you’re sorry,” Thomas growled, his arm pinned against James’ neck, pressing him up against the car.

“I-I-“ He couldn’t say anything because of how tight Thomas’ grip was.

“Let him go!” I screamed.

“Tell her you’re sorry,” Thomas said slowly, easing up on him a bit.

“I-I’m sorry,” James said, I noticed tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Get out of here,” Thomas said, letting him go.

“Yes, fine,” James looked at me and I looked down.

“Bye James,” I said to my feet. I heard him slam his car door shut and speed away. I didn’t look up until Thomas’s fingers tilted my chin to face him.

“Are you okay?” Thomas asked carefully.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, pulling away from him. I looked up and he was frowned.

“It does,” he said, he raised his hand to touch me, but let it drop beside him.

I wanted to hug him, to touch him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but stand there. I was so hurt, hurt by the physical abuse of James, hurt from the words Thomas said to me, hurt by tonight in general. I just wanted to lie down in my bed and cry myself to sleep.

“Just, I need to sleep,” I told him.

“Can we talk about what happened?” Thomas said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“There’s nothing to talk about, I’m a manipulative bitch, and you’re a player.” I spit the words at him. I did want to talk to him about everything that happened, to make everything okay again. But no amount of words could fill the void in my heart.

“Don’t say that,” he said, he finally touched me, lightly on the shoulder.

“Thomas,” I said, sighing.

“Please,” he begged.

“No, I need to be alone, I just need to figure things out.” I said, trying to walk away.

He grabbed my wrist, “I don’t want you to be alone.”

“Thomas,” I repeated his name. “You heard what that girl said, right? I was being paid to be with you. That’s all this was.”

“I can’t believe that,” he placed both of his hands on my shoulders and shook me. “I won’t believe it.”

“Stop making this harder on yourself,” I said, biting my tongue. All of this was too painful to say, but here I was, lying to the only person I trust. What’s one more lie? I do it so much.

“No,” he said, he kissed me, begging for me to feel something. “What we have is more than some girls paying you to be with me. We have something Scarlett. I need you, please, don’t walk away from us.”

“I apologize for leading you on,” I replied monotonously. His arms fell to his sides.

“Fine,” Thomas sighed. “But you were the one who walked away from this, from us.”

“Trust me, I know.” I walked away slowly.

“I did, I did trust you.” He called out after me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I didn’t look back as I walked up my driveway and closed the door behind me.