•~Political Paradise~• (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Chapter 12: One Hell of a Night...

   Y/N's POV

   Sipping the remainder of my f/d, I giggled, Alexander following suit.

   I had hung out with Alex for the day, and we got some drinks and sat on a bench at the park.

   "Hey, Y/N~," Alex purred, a teasing tone lining his voice.

   I looked at him, scared. "Oh God what?"

   Smirking, Alex replied, "How are things going with Tommy boy~?"

   I smacked him upside the head, heat rising up to my cheeks. "That's none of your business," I growled, stifling a chuckle. I stood up, a scowl on my face.

   Alexander laughed, sipping his orange juice. I finally gave in and chuckled a bit too. Then I realized that it was nightfall, and I knew that Thomas was worrying about me. "I gotta go, Alex," I waved.

   Alex waved back. "Bye, Y/N. Let's hang out again sometime."

   "Yep!" I said over my shoulder as I started to walk away.

   Whistling, I took in the New York City sights. It was a lot busier, and, not to mention, a lot more unfamiliar to my e/c eyes than Virginia was. But it was pretty nonetheless.

When I got to my and Thomas' new house, I creaked open the door. "Hon? You here?" I called out.

There was no need to. My eyes landed right in front of me, and Thomas was there, crossing his arms and looking quite unhappy.

"Where were you?" he finally asked after a bit of silence. "You were gone forever and I was worried sick!"

I bit my lower lip before answering. I knew he would kill me if he found out who I was hanging out with.

"I was with Alex..," I mumbled quietly.

"Speak up!"

Taken aback by Thomas' sharp tone, I stayed silent for a few seconds. Then I spoke louder. "I was with Alex."

Thomas flinched, afterwards staring at me directly in the eyes. "You what?" he asked.

"You heard me."

Thomas exhaled and ripped off his tie that he was wearing and threw it against the wall in anger. "How could you do that?!" he yelled.

I shrunk away slightly. "Why can't I?" I squeaked, beginning to shake.

Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling curses to himself. He then looked at me with fire in his eyes. "He's a freaking lunatic!" he replied, his tone of voice making me want to cry. "You can't be seen with him!"

"Why not? I don't think he's a lunatic!" I said, some of my courage coming back.

"Because it'll ruin my reputation!" he answered, stomping closer to me and tugging at his shirt collar in frustration.

I froze. "You care more about your reputation than me having a good time..?" I asked in disbelief.

Thomas nodded, crossing his arms. "Yes I do! And if you can't respect that, then maybe we shouldn't be together!"

My heart dropped to my feet. "Really..?" I looked away, tears beginning to form at the corners of my eyes.

Thomas looked like he had realized what he had done, for his eyes softened and he bit his lower lip. "Y/N..." He put his arms around my waist and attempted to pull me in, but I ducked under his arms.

"No. Maybe you're right. Maybe we shouldn't be together," I said with very little emotion. I started to walk to my room. "I'll be out of here by tomorrow."

When I got to my room, I shut the door loudly. I sauntered over to my bed and sat on it, the event circling my head. As much as I wanted to run to Thomas and tell him how much I didn't mean what I said, I couldn't. I needed to follow through with this. Or else he'd never learn. Or else I'd look like I needed him.

   I sighed and wrapped myself up in my maroon blanket. I liked that blanket. It was soft and helped me sort out my thoughts.

   I laid down and cuddled the blanket, pretending it was Thomas. I let a few tears fall as his words echoed in my head.

   Because it'll ruin my reputation!

   Yes I do! And if you can't respect that, maybe we shouldn't be together!

   A sob escaped my lips as I squeezed the blanket tighter. I whispered comforting words to myself. I was afraid that this would rewake certain...habits.

   TRIGGER WARNING!! SELF-HARM MENTIONED!!

   Suddenly, my urges carried me out of bed and to the kitchen, where I grabbed a butcher knife. The weapon had to be big enough for me to drown my sorrows in. My breathing sped up as I tiptoed into the bathroom, making sure Thomas wouldn't here me. My heartbeat sped up as I approached the sink.

   Adrenaline pumping through my body, I shut my eyes tightly and dragged the knife across my arm. "Kyah!" I opened my eyes and stared at the slice I had made. It was then that I had remembered how much it hurt. But something about the pain felt good for some reason.

   Blood trickled down my arm, and I smiled. All of my negative feelings left my body. I felt strangely empty. But that felt good.

   I made one more cut on my other arm. It wasn't as big as the first one, but still pretty big. I smiled again as I set the knife down on the sink, sighing. I tiptoed back to my room, feeling way better. I wrapped my blanket around myself again and drifted off in a nice, dreamless slumber.

   If only I knew what would happen the next day.

I'm really sorry for the short chapter!! But I'll see ya'll next time!