The One That Got Away: a Tom Hiddleston romance

Chapter Six

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I screamed, the crimson blood dripping down my legs as I stood up from the bath tub. It was swirling in the water, turning it bright red. I stepped into the mat, and left the bathroom, desperately clinging to the walls and the door as I went. I saw the look of horror on my mother's face as she reached the top of the stairs, to find me standing there, wet, naked and dripping with blood. I screamed again, pain overtaking my body, along with confusion and terror.

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I jolted awake, realising my own screams had woken me. I clutched the fluffy white duvet, trying to comfort myself. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. A nightmare, one which had once been a harrowing reality. I took a deep breath, and looked at the clock. It was 5am. I got out of my bed, and wrapped my white robe around me, before heading to the kitchen. I made myself a coffee and sat at my small white breakfast table.

Clutching my mug, I pondered. Of course, Tom hadn't known about the baby. I hadn't either. The first I had known of its existence was on that tragic day a few weeks after our split. That day would be forever imprinted in my mind. I never told Tom what had happened, I didn't see the point. It was all over so quickly. The doctors had called it an early spontaneous abortion. I hated that word. Abortion. It was as if my body had deliberately expelled the tiny baby on my behalf, but of course, had I known I was pregnant, I would have never willingly have got rid of it. Despite how I felt about Tom at the time, I couldn't have done such a thing.

I hated how my mind was insisting on bringing forward all  those painful reminders of my past again. I hated it. I hated HIM. At that moment, I despised everything. I spent the next few hours catching up with my emails, and lazing around in my living room in my dressing gown. By about 10am, I was already getting cabin fever. I opened my phone and began to tap out a message.

Hey Mister, I'm so sorry about yesterday. Do you fancy meeting at Malmaison at 12 for lunch? Anna x

I got a reply almost immediately.

Of course, you silly cow. I didn't think you were back from London yet though. Nic said you'd be back tonight. See you soon babe. Dan xoxo.

I dived up from the sofa, and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. Pulling on my black skinny jeans, and a long cream jumper, I realised I'd left my black ankle boots in the office. I shoved my converse on my feet, and picked up my oversized beige handbag, emptying the contents of my other bag into it. I picked up my keys and phone from the sideboard on the landing, and swiftly moved down the stairs and out of the door. The cold October breeze hit me almost immediately, and I pulled my black mac around me tightly, tying the belt at my waist. I crossed the square towards my office, and noticed a sleek black bmw parked in my spot. My own car, a champagne coloured Jaguar xf was in the garage, after Stella had had yet another mishap with parking. I could kill my assistant at times, but still, she was a bloody good assistant, so I let her parking skills slide.

"Morning, Stella," I smiled, as I entered the office, and passed her desk. She looked up at me in horror.

"Erm, Anna. What a surprise. Erm... erm... we weren't expecting you back from London until tomorrow..." Stella mumbled, as I opened the door to my office. I stopped in my tracks. I could see the back of a figure by my window. A very tall figure. A slim figure, dressed in dark jeans and a white shirt. Turning around, his bright blue eyes made contact with mine.

"Anna, what are you doing here?" I could feel the blood draining from my face. My knees went weak, and my chest constricted as though I could no longer get any air in my lungs. I felt like I was choking, drowning even. I swallowed and took a deep breath.

"I should be asking that very same question, Tom." With that, I turned, closing the door behind me, and I fled the office.

I stormed out onto the street, my mind whirling. I desperately rummaged in my bag trying to find those damn cigarettes. I was in shock. I had not expected to find Tom in my office so suddenly. Or even at all. So much to keeping out of my way. I crossed the road and onto the square, and was just about to sit on 'my' bench on the square when I heard the thud of running steps and a voice behind me.

"Anna, wait. Please," Tom gasped, trying to grab my hand. Well, that was it. I lost it. All those years of pent up emotion flooded from me.

"Get your fucking hands off me! How dare you, Tom? How are you come back into my life like this. What do you want? Why are you even here?" I screamed at him, and his face fell.

"I just. . . " he began, but I was livid.

"You just what, Tom?!  My life was good, I was happy. I was settled, and now this. Why have you done this? Otherwise  thousands of accountants out there. Why my firm? Why? Why couldn't you have just left me alone?" Tears were pouring down my face, and I angrily brushed them away. Tom simply stood there and took it.

"You never cared about me, or you wouldn't have done what you did. I hate you! I never want to see you again, so I suggest you get your arse back in that God awful car of yours, because I'm guessing that monstrosity in MY space is yours, and just piss off back to London. You screwed me over, Tom. You really did!"

Tom simply looked at me, his blue eyes filling with tears, as he brushed his fingers through his dark blonde curls.

"I guess you would think that, darling," he gently sighed, and turned around to walk back across the square, before getting into his car and driving away without looking back.