Thomas woke up alone, the bed beside him cold as he looked around for you to find you not even in the room.
Scratching his bare chest he found his under shirt and button up to also be missing. Glancing to the floor next to the bed he found his button up but his under shirt was no where to be seen.
In the warm light of the late morning. Thomas lumbered to his feet scooping up his shirt sleepily as he stumbled from the bed room to look for you. His heart feeling light and happy at the thought of seeing you that morning.
Though as Thomas stepped down stairs. Instead of the usual light step and happy hum of a tune he found you hunched over the kitchen table looking shattered and shaken.
As Thomas stepped into the door way you visibly jolted away from him clutching his under shirt in your hands. Assuming you were embarrassed you had been caught with his shirt Thomas simply chuckled and stepped closer to you only for you to snap at him.
Taken aback Thomas looked to your face to find your eyes watery and frantic as they darted all over him. Afraid. You were afraid. Why? What had he done?
Thomas mumbled nervously as he reached out towards you wanting to comfort you in your distressed state only for you to jump up from your seat and flee to the other side of the kitchen.
"Did you think you could just lie to me and I would never find out!" You screamed wadding up his shirt and throwing it at him hitting him square in the chest.
Confused Thomas unfurled the shirt and his eyes went wide to find blood still splattered on it staining the front of it.
"I read the newspaper Thomas I know people go missing out here. I know its no coincidence you were here that first night or the other one for that matter!"
Thomas was shocked. Just when he thought he had it all laid out for him it came shattering down around him in an instant. As it always does.
"Don't act like you don't know! I saw you the other night in my yard! You killed that man! Killed him!" You screamed through choking sobs fat tears streaming down your cheeks staining them with your pained emotions.
"I couldn't believe it. I can't believe you could be so cruel Thomas." You cried softly wiping harshly at your eyes with the back of your hand.
Fear ran cold through his body as his mind grew frantic for a way to fix this. He couldnt lose you. Not now, not when he cared so deeply for you.
Not knowing what to do and afraid he might lose you forever. Thomas simply did what he thought was right.
He confessed.
He told you everything. What his family had done. How they had basically taken over the town with it all. How he only did it to protect his family. How he wished you could look past it all to see that he was protecting you. That those men would have killed you without thought in order for themselves to survive.
You slowly began to stop crying as you listened to him. The fact that you could even decipher woulds from his frantic cries and grunts meant something to the both of you.
You had both grown extremely close to each other and you were too far gone to turn back.
Sniffling softly you let Thomas step closer before pulling you into a tight hug. His large hand rubbed at your back soothingly. Despite his hands being the same that took the lives of others. They calmed you greatly. Hearing his rapid heart rate slow as you both held one another calming yourselves.
"I need some time." You said quietly pushing away the large man. "This is a lot and i need to think things over."
Thomas nodded understandingly. Collecting his things he let himself out leaving you to collect yourself and question your morals.
YOU ARE READING
Backwoods
RomanceThomas hewitt falls for a reader who has moved in down the road into a small farm house.