Chapter 6

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*One Year Later*

(Tom's POV)

"Good morning Tommy.." James says, I roll over in my bed.

"Go away.. I hate you.." I groan and cover my face with my pillow.

"I have let you live.. You don't hate me.." James says and he rubs my back.

"I don't hate you?!" I sit up.

"You have torured me! You have raped me! How could I not hate you?!" I yell.

"Tommy please.." James begs.

"Stop calling me Tommy!" I growl.

"I'm leaving.. Today.." I get up.

"Tom please.." James begs.

"No!" I walk past him.

"Tom!" He grabs my arm, everything from the past year runs through my mind and I turn and hit him in the face. I go through the house and get all the weapons and ammo, I get all my things and I put them in the car and I drive off. I don't know why I didn't leave before, but today I got the courage. Today.. A year after John got shot. I call the cops and tell them where to find James, then I go to a hotel and call Chilled.

"Hello?" Chilled asks, his voice sad.

"Chilled! It's me! I got out!" I say

"Tom?! Oh I am so happy to hear your voice!" He says. I hear a faint Tom? in the background.

"Is John okay?" I ask, really worried.

"Oh Tom.. I'm so sorry.." He says, my heart speeds up.

"Chilled?" I ask.

"He's in a coma.. His head got hit really hard.. He hasn't woken up since that day.." He says.

"Where are you?!" I ask.

"At the hospital in New York, I've visted John everyday for you.. To tell him you love him.." He says, tears come to my eyes.

"I'm coming!" I say and hang up, I call a cab to take me to the airport, while on the way Chilled texts my which hospital they are at, I get a flight and since I get there so late, I get a hotel and I stay there for the night.

(Chilled's POV)

"John.. Please wake up.. Tom is coming to see you.." I say. Its early in the morning, I'm wating for Tom. I hear yelling and I open the door, Tom runs in.

"Sir you can't just.." The doctor starts as he walks in, Tom is already at John's side holding his hand.

"John.. Please.." Tom mumbles.

"Oh.. Okay.." The doctor walks out.

"Tom.. His heart beat.." I point at the monitor, his heart beat sped up.

"John.." Tom says, holding his hand tightly.

"Is he waking up?" I ask.

"I don't know.. I hope so.." Tom says and I get up and leave them be, I decide to go home, to check on Jess. I go back three days later I walk in and look at Tom, he looks like he hasn't eaten or slept since I left.

"Tom?" I ask.

"What?" He asks not looking away fro John.

"Have you been there the entire time?" I ask.

"Yes.. I want to be here when he wakes up.. I can't leave.." He says.

"Tom you have to eat! You have to sleep.." I say.

"No.. Not until I know he's going to wake up.." He says.

"Tom.. It's been three days.. Atleast let me get you something to eat.." I say.

"Fine.. But hurry up.." He says, I go out and get Tom food, I bring it back but I stop at the door and watch him.

"You're going to wake up and I'm going to be here.. And I'll tell you how much I love you.. And how much I've missed you.. But I will not tell you what happened to me.. It's very bad and you would want to kill someone.. And I can't have you going to jail.. I will tell you sometime down the road but not when you wake up.. Oh please John.. Wake up.." He says, tears come to my eyes I walk in and try to keep them in.

"Here.. Eat.. Please.." I say and hand him food.

"Thanks.." He sits back, still holding John's hand and he eats with his non dominate hand, it's kind of funny to watch.

"Why don't you switch hands?" I ask.

"His hand is locked around mine.. I've tried to move it so I could switch, cause this one fell asleep.. I can't move.." He says, my eyes go wide.

"Tom.. I think he knows you're here.." I say.

"I hope so.." He says and continues eating, once he's done, I take his tray and take it back to the kitchen.

"He loves him so much.. And he can't even tell him.." I say to myself. A doctor walks up to me.

"I have news about your friend.." He says.

"What?!" I ask quickly.

"He should be waking up soon.. But.. If he doesn't wake up in a week.. We have to cut him off and let him go.." He says.

"No! Can't you wait a little longer?" I ask.

"We can wait up to two weeks but that is it.. I'm sorry.. But if it takes that much, he's too far gone.." He says.

"Please don't mention this to Tom.. I don't know what he would do.." I say, he nods and walks off.

"I better call the guys.." I say and I walk off and do just that.

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