𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 [𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳]

Break Through

Other than the music Harleigh insisted on playing, and her humming along with it, the car ride was relatively silent, and tense at that. Thomas wasn't sure if what was biting at his insides was guilt, concern, worry, or something else that he either couldn't, or didn't want to place. He didn't know what he would see when he would get there. He didn't know what the hell he would walk into. That terrified him.

He had already seen Alexander tied up and naked. He knew how that happened. He saw the house, covered in broken glass and looking like nobody had cared to clean it for months. He'd seen the look on Alexander's face after that one nightmare the man had. He'd seen a lot, and yet, he doubted it was much. There was a lot he /knew/, and some things he had seen. The numbers didn't match up. So, he knew that there was more to see than what had already graced his eyes, and that left him with more possibilities than he was happy with.

He hated this, and everything about it. He hated that it took him some petty hatesex just to notice that Alexander was going through this. He hated that, even when he got the first clue of Alexander being in a bad situation, he ignored it so that he could keep fucking the man. He hated that he had been so ignorant and dismissive. He hated that John was doing this. Who the fuck gave him the right? Who the fuck said it was okay for him to be doing that? He hated that Sophia was helping. Even after telling Harleigh and Thomas that she was taking Alexander to the hospital, she dropped him off at Johns. Who the fuck would do that?

He didn't have quite the handle on Harleigh. He couldn't tell what her deal was. She was a 'wait for it' kind of person, not terribly unlike Burr. She knew this was happening to Alexander; hell, she even cleaned up his wounds. She never bothered to call the cops? Never thought to alert somebody else to this? Was she the one who told Sophia? And yet, she was still here with Thomas, on their way to hopefully save Alexander. She was still sitting beside him, slumped posture but ridged shoulders, fingers busily tapping at a phone screen.

Thomas sighed lightly and glanced away from her, studying the emptiness of a now midnight road stretching out before them. He didn't have his contacts in, stupidly enough, so all the lights from different stores and food chains in the distance were blurred away into the purplish-black sky behind them. The road, itself, seemed pitch black, besides when the soft, golden glow of the streetlights turned the road back to its original grey. It soothed his nerves slightly to focus on these mundane, picture perfect details instead of focusing on the task at hand, and the inevitability of a fucked up situation dawning on his eyes.

It took far sooner than Thomas would have liked to reach the house they were travelling to, Thomas being aware of that when he now parked the car in the empty driveway, slowly reaching to take the keys out of the ignition. Despite them already being there, and /so close/, Thomas kept his seatbelt off, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. He didn't know why he was so anxious. He didn't know why he couldn't just.. Do this. Was he so afraid of seeing his boyfriend-
"What the fuck.."
He actually muttered those words under his breath at his train of thought, rubbing the palm of his hands into his eyes.

Okay, let's try again.
Was he really so afraid of seeing Alexander hurt, in any way shape or form, that he couldn't stand to go inside the man's house and save him? It wasn't like he was afraid for himself. Thomas knew, fully well, he could knock the freckled freak out within a second. He wasn't afraid for Harleigh, either. She seemed good for herself. Besides, Laurens didn't seem like he would hurt anybody other than Alexander. He was a shitty person, and Thomas hated him. He would hate the other forever. Fuck, he was going to /kill/ that asshole as soon as he-
"Are you ready to go? We've been sitting here for thirty minutes."

Thomas jumped when he heard Harleigh's voice, head snapping to look over at the younger girl. She had a sympathetic smile on her lips, eyes showing a sad expression on their own. She knew something Thomas didn't, and that killed him. He huffed.
"Yeah. Let's go."
Despite his words, neither of them made any move to get up, Thomas's gaze instead turning to look back at the front of the house. He decided he hated this house, too.