The Call-Back (Thomas Brodie-Sangster)

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"So when was the last time you saw your sister?" Thomas asked, as we sat on the floor of the flat, chewing on the pizza we ordered. My heart dropped at the mention of my sister, but I kept smiling.

"About 2 years ago I think, I saw her in a small coffee shop, but she only said hey" I shrug, nibbling at the now cold pizza.

"Do you still have her number?" Thomas asked, taking my hand and rubbing his thumb over the top. Nodding, I throw the crust into the box.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'd like to have a sister in law" He winked. My throat swelled up at this thought. Every time Thomas tried to bring up any commitment, my body would tense, and it was like my reaction was the opposite to what it should be.

"Yeah" I croak "I-I'm just going to the toilet" I stutter, before scurrying away into the bathroom.

After sitting on the closed toilet seat, I leaned back and sighed. Commitment had never been my strong point and whenever I heard Thomas, or anyone talking about being tied down to one person and going further, I would tense.

In my mind it was like a rope. As soon as I accepted Thomas' ask for me to be his girlfriend I was tied. By the ankles I was tied to Thomas. Boyfriend, girlfriend never bothered me, but anything further really got under my skin. After I confessed my love for Thomas, the rope got shorter, and with every commitment we make the rope will get shorter and shorter and shorter until I can't breathe anymore.

Splashing my face with water, I go back into the living room.

"Kitten I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you away like that... I know how commitments like that make you feel" he says, sitting me on his lap whilst he kisses the top of my head.

"It's ok, I just got a bit... I don't know" I whisper, kissing Thomas' hand. We sit together like that for ages, what feels like hours. But his breathing, and small kisses were relaxing, and I soon found my eyes drooping, and my body becoming weak.

Thomas POV

Emily soon fell asleep in my arms, her head drooping and small even breaths escaping her mouth.

Lifting her up, I took her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the soft mattress. She looked so beautifully peaceful as she laid there. Her hair sprawled across the pillow, her hands placed neatly below her head, and her legs tucked up to her chest like a baby.

I hated seeing Emily uncomfortable, and me being the idiot that I am brought up yet another commitment. Emily was scared, and it was understandable, I was greatly surprised when she agreed to be my girlfriend. But now that we are in that stage, upsetting her isn't an option.

Picking up the half empty pizza box, I place it in the fridge, and take my coat, before leaving the flat. The London air was mild, seeing as it was April, and forced me to pull my coat tighter around my body.

Little gangs of younger boys were littered around every street, every corner, and their eyes followed me as I strode past them with confidence.

All of a sudden, a man around my age came out from one of the corners, there face concealed. Something in their hand,glimmered in the moonlight. A knife.

"Look mate, we can do this however you want, but give us the wallet" his voice was deep, and raspy, and caused every bone in my body to tremble in fear. Trying to seem calm, I pulled out my wallet, and threw it at them.

"Look I don't want any trouble" I say, trying my very hardest not to whimper. His hungry eyes open up my wallet, and pull out all of the notes from the back, and my drivers license.

"Well, well well... Thomas Brodie Sangster, that little kid from... Oh what's it called? Nanny McPhee!" He says manipulatively.

I stand there impatiently, waiting for him to leave me be. Suddenly, the man steps closer to me, his knife gripped tight in his tatty gloved hand.

"Could get a lot for a body like this... Could have claimed to have found you in that little alley just there" he says, pointing to the dingey darkness just a couple of steps away.

"Buddy, I'll give you my phone... Anything, please just don't stab, my mother has just been diagnosed with breast cancer with only 2 months left to live and I can't afford to leave her now" I plead. Acting... Can be used in more situations than one.

The guy looks me up and down, his sighs of annoyance seen in the dim lighting of the lamp post.

"I'm not an idiot" was all he said, before a sharp, cold pain is felt on my waist. Nothing but pain is felt throughout my whole left leg, and the laughs of the man grew quieter as he walks away, after chucking my wallet on my stomach.

Then and there a miracle happens, as I see a tall, muscular guy- much more muscular than me- push all the guys ready to pounce on me away with hearty injuries.

I wish I could have seen the rest, only I couldn't, as darkness enveloped my being.

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OOOHHHHHHHHHHH. I updated like I told ya'll I would on my other book.

Sorry about the cliff hanger but the story was kind of boring and I thought taking it somewhere new would be kinda cool.

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~Erin xox