The Kidnapping Of Tom Holland (Wattys2019)

Chapter Six

Guys....I'm sorry for this.
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The whole shower thing was what set Tom off again. And it wasn't because his kidnapper wanted to monitor him but because that was when Gerlad tried to make a move on him. It happened so suddenly that he wasn't prepared for it. He couldn't even fight back and before you ask...here's what happened.

Tom was standing in the shower, just letting the water run down his body, trying to cleanse himself of any dirt that had gotten on him in the time he had been here. He was thinking about his family, about Harrison when the shower door opened.

Tom turned around and saw Gerald stepping into the shower, naked in front of him. His brows furrowed and he warily stared at his face.

"What are you doing? You can monitor from outside the shower." Tom told him.

Gerald just stared at him his eyes full of intense lust and desire. "Forgive me for what I'm going to do."

Tom frowned feeling his heart drop into his stomach as he realized what Gerald was planning to do. Tom stepped back as Gerald closed the distance between them and slammed his lips against his.

Tom protested and began trying to push him back and away from him but Gerald wasn't having it. He spun Tom around and shoved him up against the shower wall, placing kisses up and down his neck, his hands roaming all over his body. Tom's heart began to beat faster and his stomach dropped again as Gerald continued.

"Please...don't do this." Tom whispered.

Gerald ignored him and continued to place hickeys and wet kisses from his neck to his collarbone, making Tom shudder. He was not going to let himself be raped not now, and certainly not ever. So he started to struggle even more which only resulted in Gerald shoving himself inside of him without hesitation.

Tom screamed and hit the glass shower wall with the palm of his hand. Pain was everything he felt as Gerald continued to thrust inside of him, making him whimper as tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Gerald seemed to be pleasured by what he was doing.

"Please make it stop! I-I can't..." Tom started begging him to stop but he was ignored. He cried and screamed but no one was going to come to his rescue. Tom screamed and cried until he couldn't anymore, until all that was left were quiet sobs and an empty look in his eyes. His body had gotten weak five minutes ago and he could no longer hold himself up with his arms or legs.

Everything hurt horribly. All he wanted was to go home. To be reunited with his family and Harrison. Harrison. Harrison was the only person he could think about clearly without the pain bothering him.

Gerald finally pulled away from Tom and when he let go of him, he collapsed to the shower floor, unable to move as the shower water ran over his skin. Gerald knelt in front of him and reached out to wipe a few dry tears but Tom flinched away from him.

Gerald sighed and straightened up, leaving the bathroom. Leaving Tom alone to wallow in his own self pity and blame. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, and he couldn't speak.

Now Tom was sitting in the corner of the white room hours later, his knees pulled up to his chest as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him.

He was empty. Hollow. Just a shell of what he used to be. Too traumatized by what was just done to him. He was numb. He didn't want to care. He didn't want to feel. And he didn't want to think or see.

Tom couldn't believe that he was raped by Gerald. He didn't want to be here anymore and he didn't want to feel. But he did. He felt hopeless and weak and hurt and scared. God was he scared.

Scared of feeling, scared of caring, scared of feeling helpless and hopeless, scared of feeling that there is nothing he can do to save himself. Scared that he would be here forever.

He imagined what Harrison would say to him right now if he saw him.

Harrison would smile and say, "Don't give up Tom. Giving up just means you've given in and if you give in, the enemy wins. You have to fight, fight for your freedom! Fight to be free! You have to keep on fighting no matter what! And if that means you have to literally fight through him then you do it."

"But I can't." Tom whispered as tears began to trickle down his cheeks. "I-he broke me Haz. I can't fight anymore."

"Tom you have to fight until your very last breath to be free. If you give up now, think about your family, your friends, me. We'd be devastated if we never found you. And what do you mean he broke you?"

Tom shook his head, wrapping his arms around his knees. "He broke me Haz. He broke my spirit, my soul, my body. I just can't..."

Harrison scoffed. "You think he broke you but he didn't. Tom you're just afraid but I'm gonna tell you something." Harrison paused for a second before he continued.

"Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist, is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that may not ever exist. Do not misunderstand me. Danger...is very real. But fear, is a choice."

Tom squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out everything but Harrison's voice. "But how...how am I supposed to fight?"

"You just do, Tom! You have to get up and fight to get out of here! You need to get up off your sorry ass and fight to come home! Fight to come back to us!"

Tom woke up in a cold sweat and shot up in the bed he was lying in. He didn't remember getting in bed or falling asleep. He did remember talking to Harrison though...but that was impossible. Harrison wasn't here, he was back home. But Tom couldn't deny the fact that a certain someone was right.

He had to fight to be free, to go home. And fear wasn't real, it was just a figment of his imagination. Tom ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily glancing at the door.

The next time you come through that door, I'm getting out of here.
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Please don't kill me for this chapter😓

Btw here's where I got the whole 'fear isn't real' thing.

Anyways hope you enjoyed this chapter.