Split

Part 7.

Tom's POV

"Don't ask questions, she doesn't want to answer anyone right now," I pleaded. Y/n was weak, and she didn't need a group of officers surrounding her as she heals. "We just need to ask her one ques-" "Then ask me," I interrupted. The officer stared at the female behind him then back at me. "Ok, where will she be staying...she can't stay at Mr. Sinclair's flat...it's not in her name," the officer spoke. I turned back to look over at Y/n. She was calmly sitting talking to one of the stage personnel. She had a large bandage around her head, looking at her like this makes me feel terrible. I'm glad I was there though. What happened. God, what happened. I need to know. Y/n isn't the same person I saw a few months ago. She seemed paler like something scared her. "Ok listen Mr..." "Holland, Tom Holland," I said shaking the officer's hand. "Ok and this girl she is?" "My best friend, well close friend..." "How did you come upon the scene?" "I was originally waiting for her outside, but I heard shouting so I broke through the door to go help," "And you saw?" "Ell-Mr Sinclair with his hands on her neck, she was pressed against the wall," "You're sure about this?" "She would tell you more than I know, but she needs time," "Well the hospital claims she'll be released later, we'll show up at your residence to investigate and try to get her side of the story, ok?" I nodded. They left so I went to sit by Y/n. The person talking to her walked away, I'm assuming to let me talk to her. "How are you feeling?" I asked. She opened her mouth then shut it again. "I-I'm fine," The room fell silent. "What am I going to do?" she mumbled. "What?" "I have nowhere to go...dammit I should've got my own place," she swore at herself under her breath. "Y/n calm down, stress isn't good for you right now," I held her hand tightly. Out of complete instinct. I actually, had no idea I was holding her hand at first. I noticed it when she squeezed my hand. She's...really strong. "You can come and stay with me, I have to take care of you anyway," "Won't I get in the way of your acting?" I shook my head. "You think acting is more important right now?" She looked down at our hands. Her cheeks turned red. "Are they going to question me?" she whispered. I nodded. Her face went pale, making her red cheeks even redder. Her eyes dilated, she was scared of something. "Y/n what's wrong?" "What?" "What's wrong, you look scared shitless," She stayed quiet. "I-I..." she started. I felt my heart break at the sight of her in pain. Something really hurt her. I need to know what it was. I wish she'd tell me. She doesn't have to tell me but what if it helps her. "I can't talk about it...not here," she said looking around the room. She had tears, real tears in her eyes. A few dripped down her cheeks. Her eyes glassy, and hanging low. "Look at me," I whispered. She looked up and instantly I felt terrible. "You can tell me anything ok, I'll listen," I smiled. She leaned on my shoulder. I pat her back calmly. "I'll tell you...Later," she whimpered. Wiping her tears on my shoulder. "Hey Y/n?" "Yeah," She hugged me tightly, wrapping her arms around me. "He won't hurt you anymore...I'll be here to protect you now. I couldn't keep you safe from your mother but I'll keep you safe now," "You knew about my mother?" "Yeah," "I'm sorry I never told you," "Don't apologize...you were scared," I could hear her heartbeat. It would speed up and slow down again. "I'll protect you," I said quietly. She looked up to me. "Promise?" she smiled slightly. God, I missed that smile. "Promise" I smiled. " And That's a promise I plan to keep,"