thomliza modern AU

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Thomas' perspective

Was he serious? What did he mean by "I made him do this?" Forget it--I just want my son back. Correction, I need my son back.

"Just give me my goddamn son back, Alexander."

"Just give me my goddamn wife back then."

"She's a human, not an object! She has a say in this you goddamn idiot."

"She is my wife, my woman, not yours you fucking moron!"

"Your wife?! Your wife?! You never loved her! You were never by her side and you have the fucking nerve to call her your wife! Just give me my son Alexander"

"I am doing ALL of this for her. ALL of this. Your son ruined EVERYTHING. He's better off dead--"

I shot him a death glare and took one step closer. I look that ugly little gremlin in the eye before socking him in the jaw. He tackled me, sending us both to the ground. I didn't feel like I had the strength to fight anymore, but I managed somehow. I grabbed his ugly, greasy long hair and tugged it hard enough to lift his head up and then slam it face-first into the ground. He passed out with a bloody nose.

I took this chance to try to look for Philip. I relied completely on his cries. Each step I took was so confusing. I realized my injuries were getting the best of me. But I had to find him. I had to. Each step was slow and steady, trying to find where the cries were getting louder.

Finally, his cries got louder. I followed the sound with every bit of strength I had left. The sound led me to a closet. I opened it, and there Philip was. He was laying on the cold hard ground with a blanket over him. I quickly rush over to my screaming son and scoop him up, cradling him in my arms. I begin to think of ways to calm a baby down then an idea finally pops into my head, I begin to rock him from side to side, humming a soft tune as the screaming seemed to stop. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I quickly scan the room for the nearest exit. I found it and walked out the door, so much weight being lifted from my shoulders. For once in a very long time, my family was at peace. My son was being cradled in my arms while my beautiful girlfriend was waiting for me at my house. The walk home felt short. The hot sun beamed on my tired, injured, yet relaxed face and warmed up my body. Sweat disappeared, my heart beat stopped racing, and a small little smile appeared on my face.

I opened the door of my home. Almost immediately, Eliza jumped on to me and hugged me tightly, joyful tears streaming down her face.

"I'm so glad you're safe," She whispered in her sweet voice in my ear. She urged me to lie down on the couch while she took care of Philip. I agreed, lied down, fluttered my eyes a bit, and fell asleep.

I woke up. I had a blanket over my body, an ice pack on my forehead, and band-aids on scabs and scratches. I felt so much better. I looked around the room. Philip was swaddled in a blanket, rocking in his baby swing, fast asleep.

"Thomas! You're awake! Thank the lord," Eliza's voice said from behind me. She walked around the couch and stood in front of me before bending over and pecking a kiss on my forehead. "Are you okay?""Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," I said in a surprisingly weak and dry voice. Eliza handed me a glass of cold water and I drank it. It instantly helped my voice. Eliza then climbed on the couch and laid her head on my chest while I stroked her hair. Soon enough, the whole Jefferson family was peacefully asleep