Homeward Bound ✦ T. Holland

chapter seventeen: ignored

I couldn't see, think, or even breathe straight. I had never been one with anxiety, but when severe things like this happen to me...I just...panic.

I cried for two hours, thanking Jon Watts silently for making today be a full out Mysterio day.

I cried until I couldn't because my face stung too hard, I cried until there were no tears, I cried until there was nothing left in me but hurt.

Why did some ignorant drama desiring bitch have to screw up my perfect relationship? Why do people have to do things like that just for likes and followers?

I didn't do anything wrong, and now I've lost the man of my dreams.

Daya😻😻
So...I saw the article
What the fuck is up

Bella😈😈😈
Oh my god
None of it is true
That was my cousin Jake and we were hanging out
I grew up with him and those hickeys were from his girlfriend
I remember teasing him about the hickeys the whole night
That picture was literally from a year ago

Daya😻😻
THANK GOD
You told Tom that right?

Bella😈😈😈
He didn't believe me. We're over

Daya😻😻
Bella Rae Wilson
PLEASE say sike

Bella😈😈😈
Wish I could
I've been crying for the past 3 hours

Daya😻😻
Baby...
You don't deserve this ugh
I'm coming over with Booze and horror movies

Bella😈😈😈
As amazing as that sounds, I kinda wanna just sit and sulk. I need some time to think and take this in

Daya😻😻
Alright, if you say so
Just be smart ok?

Bella😈😈😈
I can promise you I would never self harm. Fr fr
Love u

Daya😻😻
Love u more angel

ZENDAYA's POINT OF VIEW:

I know I couldn't go see Bella, which meant I had the harder job: seeing Tom.

I drove to his condo and went to the room, using the key he provided his close friends.

I went in and heard rap music blasting. He only listens to this when he's really, really hurt. I couldn't hear any human movement, so I looked around.

When I got to the couch, my jaw dropped.

Tom was sprayed about and there were about four empty liquor bottles around him. He was working on chugging his fifth

"Tom," I demanded.

"TOM!" I said louder to get his attention.

His eyes lazily drifted to me, "Yes?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you drank all of this in three hours?" I exclaimed.

"And those," He said and pointed to two other empty bottles behind the couch.

My jaw dropped, "Tom...you're gonna get alcohol poisoning."