Sparta ~Tommy Conlon

Chapter 5: Abandoned

TW

Malia's POV:

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around. I felt a strong arm around me and realized that Tommy stayed the night. I snuggled into him as best I could without waking him, I set my hand on his chest and traced the lines of his abs.

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About an hour passed and Tommy still hadn't woken up. I lifted my head off of his chest and that did the trick, his eyes opened, they were filled with sleep and concern. "Sorry," I whispered.

"It's ok." He responded just as quiet. "Promise me something."

I looked at him. "What?"

"When you start dating, don't let someone put their hands on you and if they do tell me."

I nodded. "Ok."

"Promise me."

"I promise Tommy."

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The routine we had yesterday went for about a week. We wake up and cuddle a bit, jog to the gym, Tommy boxes and sometimes I will too, Tommy carries me home, I take a nap while he showers, then I shower, we make lunch, go to the park, make dinner, watch movies, get ready for bed, cuddle in bed, then fall asleep. That's how it went for the next week and a half, we didn't set foot on the school ground and it felt great to spend all this time with Tommy. He never went home, he stayed with me the entire time.

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One Week Later

Tommy and I woke up early, we had to get ready for school. Tommy got in the shower while I did my hair and Make-up. I got dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a pink blouse, I grabbed a pair of my white heels, Tommy hated when I wore them because we were almost the same height. I hated that he was almost a foot taller than me. I walked out of the closet and over to Tommy who was sitting in jeans on the side of my bed. I looked at his back and noticed all his bruises were gone or a yellow-green color. I gently placed a hand on his back, he looked up at me and smiled sadly. I went down on my knees in front of him and grabbed his hands. "What's wrong Tommy?"

He stayed silent, his eyes searching my face. "Why do you wear make-up?" He blurted out.

"Because it makes me feel more comfortable with myself," I replied.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "You don't need it."

"I feel like I do though Tommy."

He shook his head. "No no, the hoes and sluts at school need it, not you, not my girl. You aren't like them." Tommy blurted this out and it hurt a little.

"You don't want to go home, do you?" I sighed.

Tommy broke our eye contact. "He's the one that hurt you..." I whispered to myself. "Your father hurt you."

Tommy avoided eye contact with me but I could still see the tears in his eyes. "Hey, it's ok to cry. You don't have to be all tough and strong around me Tommy."

He shook his head and a tear escaped from his eye. He sniffled and slowly turned to look at me. I sadly smiled at him, he started shaking because he was trying to keep his tears in.

I set my hand on his arm and pulled him into a hug. He was in my arms and held me tight to him. He started to silent cry in my arms, I felt so bad I didn't want him to go home now that I knew his dad was abusing him.

I assumed that either his mother didn't know, or she was being abused too. I held Tommy in my arms tight and glanced at the clock, 5:52.

I set the alarm wrong, I meant to set it for 6:30, not 5:30. But I'm kinda glad I set it so early, it gave me time to comfort Tommy.