Empty Soul (Thomas Sangster)

eight

Becca

I run through my apartment like a chicken without a head. Serching around looking everywhere and ruining my apartment in the process.

Where did it go? I can't just dissapear on its own.

I am beyond annoyed at this point. My stuff has been going missing ever since I graduated last week. I can't seem to find anything anymore. Everything ends up lost even though I am one hundred percent sure that I put it back in the right spot.

I do the one thing I have been doing since my stuff has been going missing, call Thomas.

It rings twice and then he picked up.

"What did you lose now love?" He asks sweetly, I can hear his smile through the phone.

"My pass port and the tickets I got to go vist my mum in April." I sigh.

"Love that's two months away, why did you get the tickets now?" He laughs.

"Because they are cheeper now than they will be in April."

"You have always planned ahead," I can hear him smiling "Maybe you put them in your desk and forgot about them, or in one of your bags?"

"I checked already," I sigh again "Maybe it will turn up soon. Thanks anyway Tommy."

"Hey don't be down. It will turn up eventually. I love you Becca."

"I love you too Tom." I say and then hang up.

I sigh in exhaustion and flop onto my couch.

Where did it even go?

Thomas

I go back to my trailer and close the door behind me. I need to talk to him, I know he is the one hiding all of Becca's things.

I walk to the mirror and stare at myself for a while. They created this, I'm a monster because of them and what they did to me.

"Show yourself you bastard!" I yell at the mirror.

Tommy you finally figured out the mystery. I should reward you, but I wont.

"Why have you been taking all of Becca's thing and hiding them from her?"

So she doesn't leave, Tommy I thought you would get this by now.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" I yell and then I punch the mirror in anger and rage.

I hiss in pain and look from the shattered mirror to my bloody knuckles. This isn't me. What has he done?

I clean my hand, moaning in pain. Then there is a knock at my trailer door. I open it to see Dylan.

"Hey Thomas are you alright? I heard you yelling." He asks.

"Yeah I'm fine, just cut my hand." I say flatly.

"Oh, well maybe you'll like to come out with me and the rest of the guys later, Becca and Ally are going to go do something so maybe all of us guys could." Dylan explained.

"Count me in." I say with a smile and he nods, walking away.

...

"Dylan you're such a cheater." Will said laughing.

"Just because I can kick all your butts at lazer tag doesn't mean I'm a cheater." He laughed.

"I agree with Will." Dexter says.

"Well then! Good night you guys, see you in the morning." Dyaln says and we all head to our trailers.

My phone starts to ring, and I see Becca's name pop up. I answer without thinking.

"Hey love." I say with a smirk.

"Hey! I'm in Dylan's trailer with Ally, so I'm heading to you now." She said brightly.

"Okay love." I say and she hangs up.

I get into my trailer and start to get ready for bed. I change into dark blue sweat pants and a white T-shirt. Becca comes in before I can climb into bed. She changes and I get into bed and she follows. I wrap my arms around her waist and drift to sleep.

...

Becca's scream wakes me up.

"Love what's wrong?" I ask rubbing sleep from my eyes.

She is pointing to a dark figure that's floating in my trailer.

Him.

Well hello Tommy, time to go.

"No! Stay away from her!" I yell scaring Becca a bit.

We made a deal, both of you or she dies.

"You said months!" I yell.

I lied. Now hand her over.

"No!"

Fine, be that way.

She comes close to Becca and blows something in her face, causing her to black out. I hold her in my arms yelling her name.

"What did you do to her!?" I yell.

Just made her sleep, they same I am going to do to you.

The same black dust is blown in my face and then everything goes black.

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Okay sorry for the cliff hanger and not updating and such but yeah.
I have a life outside of wattpad and everything else so just bare with me.
Anyway I hope you like it and yeah!
Ily, Brooke.