My Queen || Tom Holland

Chapter 12

It's been a little over two weeks, and today I get to leave the hospital. Most of my small injuries have healed, like bruises, scrapes and cuts. The one that are still there are some burns, fracture, the stab wound, the broken wrist, and a few other I don't remember, but I can feel them. They're internal. The rest of the Holland family showed up, so Paddy, Harry, Sam, Dom, and Nicola are all here. But right now I'm in my new rental car, same make as the last one, but this one is dark blue. Harrison is in it with me. He drove it to the hospital to get me. We pull into the driveway of the house where everyone's cars are. The only people that are staying here as far as I know are Harrison, Sam, Harry, who shared the guest room, and Tom, who stayed in my room. He easily could've stayed on set, but he didn't want to. Everyone else has been staying in a hotel, but they're all here to welcome me back. After Harrison parks the car, we both get out and he grabs my small suitcase Tom brought me while I was in the hospital. It's just clothes and some things he thought I would want. "I may have a broken wrist, but it doesn't mean I'm incapable to carry things. My right hand is my good hand and it's working just fine." I tell Harrison. "I know, but I'm still carrying it for you and you're going to deal with it." He says as he closes the truck with his free hand. I stick my tongue out at him and he returns the gesture. We both laugh lightly then make our way inside. When we walk in someone immediately hugs my waist. It's Paddy. I try to hug him back, but I can't bend down very well right now. "Hey Paddy!" I cheer. He let's go of me and looks up. "Hi!" He cheers back. I scan around the room. Everyone is talking, they know I'm back, but it's not a huge celebration. One person is missing though. Tom is no where to be seen. "Where's Tom?" I ask. "He went to the bathroom about 15 minutes ago." He tells me. "And he still hasn't come out?" I question. Paddy shakes his head no. My brows furrow in confusion. I kick off my shoes and go towards the bathroom that's down here. Before I get there, Tom walks out. He doesn't look happy, he looks sad and confused. "Hey, you okay?" I ask as I get closer. He looks at me and the look on his face quickly changes to happiness, but I still see the pain behind it. "Xena!" He exclaims, then grabs me and wraps me in a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I can feel his breaths on my neck. They're uneven and shaky. Something is wrong. The bathroom is down the same hallway as the garage, so no one can see us right now. "What's wrong Tom?" I ask again. He pulls back, but we both keep our hands on each other, and he looks at me with a fake smile I see right through. "Nothing. I just missed you." He responds. "Don't lie to me. You saw me yesterday. Tell me the truth." I order. "Okay first, that is still the truth, I did miss you even though I saw you yesterday. Second, I got contacted by..." He stops. He looks scared to go on. "Go ahead Tom." I say softy and squeeze his shoulder comfortingly. "Do you remember Chloe from the hotel in L.A?" He asks. My jaw tenses, but I nod my head yes. "She uh-she DM'd me on Instagram." He tells me. "And?" I question. "She uh-she told me that-that she's...pregnant, and it's-it's mine." He finally admits, his gaze on the floor. I feel sadness and anger bubble up inside my chest and my arms drop to my side. "You didn't use protection!?" I exclaim. "I did! I guess it broke!" He responds. "Are you fucking kidding me! This is exactly what I was afraid of Thomas!" I yell, then push his hands off me and start to walk away, but he carefully grabs my arms and pulls me back so I'm looking at him. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Xena-" He starts. "No! It's just one disaster after another and I can't fucking take it! I knew there was going to be drama, but this is too fucking much!" I yell. Now people are coming over to see what's going on. "Please, Xena, I love you and I-" He starts. "If you loved me you wouldn't have let this happen! Just get away from me!" I yell and pull out of his hold, but he grabs me again. This time I turn around before he turns me. "Let go of me you fucking asshole! Don't lie to me and tell me you never wanted this to happen! You knew it was possible for this to happen, yet you still did it anyways! Just let me go!!" I scream and shove him back. He stumbles back and I can see tears in his eyes, but I'm the one that should be upset, not him. I can feel the tears sliding down my cheeks, but I don't care, I just turn around and run away from him and everyone. I run upstairs and into my room. I slam the door shut, lock it, then turn and lean on the door. I put my hands in my hair and start crying as I sink to the floor. I can hear people talking downstairs, but clearly Tom hasn't told them what he told me, or what they're saying would probably be different. I just let all the sadness flow out of me as I cry. I wrap my arms around my knees and rest me head on my knees. I watch my tears as they fall onto my jeans and leave wet drops on them. Eventually there's almost no sadness left in me, it's just anger. I stand up and walk over to my bed. I stare at it for a second before I grab a pillow and throw it across the room. I scream and yell as I do that with the rest of the pillows and blankets. I shove everything off the nightstand and onto the floor, the light bulb smashing. I do that to both nightstands and the dresser. Glass, lamps, a clock that's now broken, flowers that were once in a vase are on the ground surrounded by the glass of what was the vase, and some picture frames with the glass now shattered litter the floor. My throat hurts from screaming, so my body goes back to crying. I lean against the wall as more tears fall. Suddenly a knock comes at the door. I don't care who it is, I want to be alone. "Go away!" I say hoarsely. "Xena, it's dad." My dad says softly. "Do you want to talk. Tom won't talk either." He tells me. "Then what makes you think I want to?" I spit. I know I'm being rude, but I have reason to be. "I don't know... But um- if you change your mind, I'll be downstairs." He tells me, but I know he didn't leave. I want to leave, but I don't want to run into Tom. "Where's Thomas?" I ask softly. "He locked himself in the bathroom downstairs." My dad responds. After that I just stay quiet, and eventually I hear my dad walk downstairs. After maybe 15 minutes of standing against the wall and crying, I decide to change into something that isn't stained with tears so I can go for a drive. Avoiding the shattered glass on the floor, I go to my closet and change into a new outfit. Black skinny jeans, a black belt with sliver loops on it, a black long sleeve, no shoulder shirt, a large black sweater that I'll leave unzipped, black high heeled boots, and a black choker with a silver loop in the middle.