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Code Omega	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 1456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tom stood in the kitchen fixing tea putting it on a tray, hoping to get you to drink as much as possible. There was someone he wanted to introduce her to on set, a stunt man that he had worked with before on a few different projects and he considered a friend. You didn’t seem to know very much in the way of self defense, and this man was an expert in fight choreography and a highly sought after commodity in the movie world because he managed to make everything look real. He did deep research and seemed to know everything there was to know about anatomy and fighting. He hoped that he would be able to teach you a few things that you could use to protect yourself should Michael ever corner you by yourself again.
He found himself more determined than before to putting an end to Michael’s interference with your life. He didn’t understand why he had abused and tortured you so blatantly, and now Tom was beginning to question if Michael didn’t intentionally cause the miscarriages. Although only God knew why he would do that having apparently wanted children as much as you did. It was all confusing, and sadistic, and purely unreal. Either way, he didn’t want that man anywhere in your life, anywhere near you, not even able to contact you when you were pregnant with his child.
He picked up his phone slipping it in his pocket before picking up the tray and taking it to you in the living room. He had a few phone calls of his own to make, and some arrangements needed to be seen to. You’d been on your own too long allowing Michael to continue to mess with your mind and heart. But that was over with. You weren’t alone anymore, and you never would be again. His days of cornering you and making you feel worthless were over.
The next morning you examined your neck in the mirror. It certainly had gotten worse- overnight it darkened from red to a deep purple. What made it even worse was seeing where Michaels' fingers didn't reach, and the pale skin contrasting there. It was tender to the touch, and you winced as you tried to use your makeup to cover it before you left with Tom for the set. He walked into the bathroom seeing you sitting on the sink counter. You were trying to get as close as possible to cover as much as you could. "Darling, I have something for you, for that," he said as he handed you a reddish scarf with some scrolling printed on it. You examined it closer, squinting your eyes.
You looked at him with curiosity for a moment before rasping out, "Is this...did you wear this in Coriolanus?" He grinned sheepishly in response. You smirked back at him. "Sneaky little thing, you are."
The car pulled up to the front entrance of the sound stage and you glanced around nervously. Michael wasn't supposed to know where you were, but that didn't stop him from finding out anyway. Would he know where you were right now? But something else caught your eye, across the street- a collection of girls with phones in hand, peering on tiptoes to see just who was getting out of the car. The two of you hadn't yet gone fully public with your relationship, and while you knew the moment was coming and wouldn't stop it when it came, you certainly didn't want it to happen like this. Not under these circumstances. You tightened your grip on Tom's hand, and he looked over to you. "What's the matter?"
"Across the street. Look," you told him nervously. Tom looked out the window and saw them. He smiled a little.
"You'll be fine. I've seen them before, I think. They're harmless, love. Most of my fans are." You nodded as the car came to a stop and Tom climbed out. Although they were across the street, you heard their light squeals. And then their gasps as Tom helped you out of the car. You could swear you heard them turn to each other and ask, "Who is that?", and you *definitely* heard camera shutters go off. Tom could see the apprehension in your eyes and rubbed your back.
"It's all right, I promise, they won't hurt you," he reaffirmed. While they might not hurt you, you were sure those pictures would be on the Daily Mail website by dinner.
Tom settled you into his trailer before heading off to makeup and costuming, at your request. You weren't ready to try and be social just yet after last night. "Text me if you need me for anything, okay? I mean it," he told you. You smiled.
"I will, I promise." He kissed you gently one more time before slowly walking down the steps and shutting the door behind him.
In spite of everything going on, you had to admit it was a little exciting to be on a live set. It wasn't like you wanted to ever be an actor or anything, but it was still pretty cool. Being in Tom's trailer felt familiar, like being in his home without him there. You may as well get used to the feeling, you thought. He was certainly a man of his word and was probably very serious about not letting you go back to your flat. You slowly explored the small living and kitchen area, fingering the little things he kept there to make it feel more homey. Pictures covered the small refrigerator: him and Chris, pictures of his family, him and his sisters making goofy faces at an event. Your fingers reached out and skimmed one in the middle you didn't see at first. It was the one he took of the two of you on the Eye last year, right before you left. You pulled it out the magnet holding it in place to look at it closer. Tom looked both proud and sad at the same time in it. You turned it over and something written on the back caught your eye. In his scroll-y handwriting, Tom had written, "I'll never let you go again."
“All right, cut! That’s a wrap for this scene, everyone, thanks!” The director Paul declared. The crew relaxed and Tom and the other actors in the scene took a breath. Scenes like that one were not easy to film- it involved an upset husband of a patient, convinced Tom’s character wasn’t doing enough to help heal her. The character came in brandishing a knife and yelling threats at Tom’s character. His first thought when he heard that was the scene they would film first was to thank god you weren’t there. After the scene cut, Tom took a moment and waved the stunt director over.
“Tom, that was great, good job sticking to the blocking!”
Stephen praised him. He smiled and patted Stephen’s shoulder. “Thanks, man. Listen, are you free for a bit after lunch today? There’s someone I want you to meet if you can.”
“Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem. Most of the scenes this afternoon don’t have any action in them, so I should have plenty of time,” he said. Tom smiled at his friend and squeezed his shoulder.
“Wonderful, I really appreciate it. Just come by my trailer when you’re ready.”
At first, you were completely livid with Tom for telling someone else what was going on. You already felt as though you should have kept it to yourself. But when you saw Michael in person, felt his hand around your throat . . . it was all real and felt like it was happening all over again. You realized that he had to tell Stephen what was going on so he knew what it was you needed to learn and why.
When Tom went back to set, Stephen took you to the practice center on the lot where he and the other stuntmen would practice and work out their moves. He was very kind, understanding, and an exceptionally good teacher. No wonder Tom thought he was the best for the job.
When the work day was over, Tom headed back to his trailer to find you. Stephen had worked you hard wanting you to know what you could and couldn’t do and how to take on someone larger and stronger then you were. Stephen saw Tom and smiled waving him down, “Hey.” He said walking to him.
Tom looked around, “Where is she?” He questioned.
“She went back to your trailer a few minutes ago. She’s a quick learner, but I had some things for her.” He handed Tom a box.
“What is it?” Tom questioned curiously opening it.
“This is a taser. Looks like a cell phone so unless someone knows what they’re looking for they won’t know what it is. This, is pepper spray. Pretty strong stuff, she doesn’t even have to get it directly into his eyes. Just on his skin and it will definitely get his attention. These,” He said taking out what looked like two short sticks, “She doesn’t know how to use these yet, and technically they are weapons. But once again, not many people know what they are so they would have to know what it is they’re looking for if they come across them.”
Tom cocks his head not sure he knew what they were either. “How can sticks be weapons?”
Stephen grins and presses the locks on each one with his thumb before snapping them out turning them into 3 foot rods instead of the small sticks that fit in your hand. “They’re batons, Tom. But like I said, she doesn’t know how to use them yet but I’ll teach her. Maybe don’t give these to her yet until I do show her?” He said folding them back into place securing the locks. Tom ‘ehehehe’s and shakes his head a bit. Stephen grins a moment before his smile fades, “Tom,” He begins seriously, “I saw the marks on her neck.” Tom’s smile faded as well closing the box. “He could have killed her if he pressed just a little harder.”
“I know.” He said looking down, “I’m working on getting this matter dealt with. She’s moved in with me now, and there’s no chance he’ll get to her past the guard at the gate. But I want him gone out of her life.”
“Let me know if I can help. No woman should be subject to that sort of sadistic abuse.” He said clinching his jaw. Tom gave a nod and they shook hands before they parted ways and Tom continued back to his trailer. Opening the door he found you laying on the couch sound asleep. He smiled. He’d worked with Stephen before and knew he could be a bit of a slave driver. He pushed you to the edge and beyond, showing you that you could do things you didn’t think you could.
Putting the box down he walked over and sat beside you gently stroking your hair back over your shoulder just watching you rest. His eyes were fixed on the marks on your neck that were deep purplish black now. That bastard, how could he do this to you? How could he come back after almost a decade and dare to lay a hand on you? He never should have treated you in such a way to begin with, but you weren’t his anymore. You were his angel, and no one was going to hurt you again. He wasn’t going to allow it.
You stir a little bit and stretch your back before you open your eyes seeing Tom sitting next to you. “Hey sweetheart.” He says with a smile.
“Hey.” You say smiling back.
“I’ll bet your starving. I know I’m famished. What do you say we grab something for dinner on the way home?” He suggests. You nod a little bit. He leans down and kisses you before standing and helping you to your feet. He helps you put on your sweater and then your scarf before kissing you again and wrapping his arm around you as the two of you left the trailer heading home.
Later, having showered and changed into your pajama’s when getting back to Tom’s house, the two of you sat in the living room by the fire on his couch. You lay across it your head resting on his lap as his hand rested on your side stroking gently as you both just watched the flames dance in the fire place.
“I think we should have the rest of your things moved from your apartment. We’ll put them in storage for now; decide what to do with them later.” He says softly.
“I need to find a new apartment Tom, I can’t just live here with you. You have a life. You don’t need a charity case leeching off of you.” His hand stops stroking your side as he looks down at you.
“That . . . is utter nonsense, and you know it.” He said seriously. “You aren’t ready for marriage yet, alright. I accept that for now. But if we are going to have a family together then I don’t see why you imagine we’ll be living apart. That isn’t how families work. Married or not.”
You roll onto your back looking up at him. “We never even got around to discussing moving in together, Tom.” You pointed out. “You didn’t ask me to move in with you, you brought me here because it wasn’t safe at my flat anymore. I’m here . . . . out of necessity not because you wanted me here.”
Now he was beginning to understand better. He gently cupped your face in his hand, “Alright. Perhaps . . . this wasn’t the ideal way to ask you to move in with me, but . . . I’ve wanted you to for a while. And as soon as we’re given the green light for children, we’ll be spending every night together anyway. And mornings.” He says causing you to smile a little, “and lunchbreaks. Afternoons. Before dinner, after dinner, once or twice at bed time, then various more encounters before dawn . . . .” You can’t help but laugh causing him to grin that he could make you smile.
“Going to carry a mattress around with you, are you?” You question.
“Hmmm, beds are optional during daylight hours I think. It might be a little tight in the Jaguar but in a secluded place the hood could be put to excellent use . . .” You grin and shake your head grabbing the collar of his shirt pulling him down into a deep kiss. He grins and wraps his arm around you pulling you up kissing you deeper. His hand strokes your cheek before his fingertips started to stroke down your face to your neck. You didn’t mean to wince but it was still tender and hurt. “Darling.” He says cupping your head gently in his hands. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.” You say sitting up wrapping your hand around your neck a bit embarrassed still. “I’m sorry.” You stand up and head into the bathroom taking out a medication bottle and shaking out a few pain killers popping them into your mouth. Leaning down you turn on the water and take a couple of handfuls to help you swallow them. You sigh washing your face with the cold water before standing drying your face off with the hand towel looking into the mirror. What a mess.
A few days later, Tom was seated across from Luke in his office. Luke had called the night before and said to come in first thing in the morning. "What did you find out?" Tom asked.
Luke started, "a Well, a few things actually. Firstly, the amount of debt this man racked up is insane. Even today, her share is almost $12,000."
"Done, consider it paid," Tom said immediately. The second thought through his head was 'Dear god, what did he buy that you were still owing that much on?'
But Luke had other news. "Something else interesting we uncovered...we talked to one of this man's former practice partners. It seems he had raised a concern about just how loose he was with his prescription pad. The internal bureau brought it to the attention of the medical board, but nothing was done about it. Again, guess who he just happened to play golf with?"
Tom knitted his eyebrows together and gave Luke a look. "How can that happen?" Luke shrugged.
"Not sure. But quite honestly, it's a matter of public safety at this point. I wanted to tell you, I think this should all go before a judge, or something."
Tom flinched for a second. If all this did go before a judge, you would have to testify. And he knew it would be easier to get you to do pretty much anything than it would be to face Michael in a courtroom again.
~*~
You stood in the bedroom, hanging your clothes up in "your" closet. That still sounded so strange to you- this was your home now. With Tom. As you heard the front door unlock, you walked out to meet him in the living room. "There's my darling," Tom greeted you. You grinned and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked as he pulled your hair back from your neck.
You still felt wildly vulnerable for anyone to see your bruises, but at least they were healing quickly. No doubt as a result of the vitamins Dr Miles had given you. "I'm fine, Tom."
You smiled a little and bit your lip, and made the plunge. "I have to tell you something. I should have told you earlier, but..."
Tom gave You a look. "Darling, what is it? Is everything all right? Did he come by here??" He asked concerned.
You shook your head. "No, nothing like that. Come here," you said as you took his hand and guided him for the couch. You sat facing each other, looking at the nervous expression on his face. You bit your lip again. "I got a call last week from Dr Miles' office. I know I should have said something to you earlier, but with everything else that happened-"
Tom interrupted you, "It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. What did he say?"
You readied your poker face- you didn't want him to know before you actually said anything. "He said...that...everything was at the levels it needed to be, and....to call and make an appointment to have my IUD removed whenever we're ready." As the last words left your mouth, Tom smiled brighter than you'd ever seen. It was practically blinding.
"What?! Are you serious? This early? It's hardly been five months, he said it would take six months to a year before everything was ready!" he cheered.
You smiled and replied, "Well, doctors are wrong all the time, quite honestly. You never know exactly how someone's body is going to react and--hmm!" Tom had taken your distracted speech as an opportunity to pounce. He attacked your lips, but cradled your head for fear of your still-sore neck. You laughed against him and run your hands up his chest. "Hold on, big boy. The IUD isn't out yet! I still have to call for the appointment!"
"Does he do nights? House calls?" Tom breathed excitedly.
You laughed again. "No, I don't think so. I can call first thing in the morning for the appointment, though."
Tom stood and pulled you with him. He lowered his lips onto yours again and murmured, "I'd say a little practice is in order though, wouldn't you say?"
Tom had a week of shooting away from London which came at a good time. A good time in your mind, and excruciatingly inconvenient time to Tom’s way of thinking. The morning he left he went to the airport and you went to see Dr. Miles who removed your IUD and did a full pelvic exam and ran some final tests which all turned up perfect.
“So we’re good to go?” You ask softly.
“Definitely. Keep taking your meds religiously, if you have any questions or concerns at all give me a call and we’ll get you in right away.” He said with a smile. You give a nod taking a nervous breath. You’d done everything you were supposed to, now the day was here and it was hard to believe. You kept waiting for the catch but according to Dr. Miles there wasn’t one. “Chances are it’s not going to happen instantly. It will most likely take a little while, but that’s normal. So don’t get discouraged.”
“You’re sure everything is alright? Tom’s tests all came back normal too?” You question. He smiles and gives a nod.
“Yes. You are both perfectly healthy. There is nothing to worry about.” You nod, smiling knowing you were just being silly.
“Well, it’ll be a nice welcome home surprise for when Tom gets back next week.” You shake his hand, “Thank you so much for all your help. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.” He walks you to the door.
“You have my office number, and my personal cell phone. Everything is going to be fine.” He reassures you again. You nod and turn leaving the office. Your smile brightens not able to suppress your excitement. You were going to get to be a mom.
You and Tom agreed that your endeavor was going to remain private, strictly between you and him. He hadn’t told anyone, not even Luke and you sure didn’t breathe a word of it to anyone else. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, you were just seeing each other. A fact that hadn’t even been confirmed officially yet. There was enough pressure in your lives right now, you didn’t need outside pressure of other people knowing you were trying to get pregnant and keeping tabs on your progress or lack of progress. No, this was best a secret kept between the two of you. Besides, it didn’t belong to anyone else, just you and Tom and . . . . for some reason, that made it even more exciting.
Laying on your back on the floor in the living room, with your feet propped up on the couch, you were listening to music your feet moving to the beat as you scrolled through a few things on your tablet. You realized you were probably jumping the gun a little but you were making a list of possible baby names. Both boys and girls names, because it didn’t matter which one you had just as long as they were healthy.
The phone started to ring and you quickly clicked off the music reaching over picking up the phone, “Are you allowed to have your phone on set dearest?” You ask playfully.
“We’re done shooting for the day. I’m in my hotel room.” He sighs sitting down, “Desperately wishing you were here.”
“You’ll be home in a few days. It’s not that long.” You reminded him.
“I know but I’m anxious. Terribly anxious . . . . painfully, unbearably anxious.” He says with a pout. You giggle a little turning over onto your belly crossing your ankles as you lean your face against your hand leaning on your elbow.
“Me too.” You admit. “I know you’ve been through a lot for this too.”
“Me? What have I done? Apart from taking a vitamin every day. You’re the one they’ve had jumping through hoops like a trained hound.”
“I imagine going in for those tests wasn’t exactly a picnic.” You still felt kind of funny about that, but you weren’t exactly holding a gun to his head, he had volunteered.
Tom crosses his arms still not understanding where you thought the difficulty was, “Darling, you’ve been poked, prodded, groped, examined under a microscope far deeper and more often than I have. I went in once and wasn’t violated in any way even resembling the way you have been.”
“Yeah but I’m a nurse. So it’s no big deal. It’s just a body; they have to do these things to make certain everything works like it’s supposed to. I get it.”
“Perhaps, but try not to forget that ‘body’ they’ve been examining so closely happens to belong to me.” A grin sweeps your face when he says that. “And no one gets to hold, touch, caress, or see it in the manner I do. Despite what many seem to think, I am the jealous type when it comes to you.” You giggle a little covering your eyes with your hand blushing slightly. He smiles hearing your reaction. “I have something for you by the way.”
“Oh? What is it?” You ask curiously.
“If I told you what it was it wouldn’t be a surprise. You have to wait until I get home on Tuesday.” He says with a grin.
“What time is your flight getting in? I don’t want to be late picking you up at the airport.”
“No, you won’t be picking me up. Instead you’re going to be meeting me for dinner. I’ll send you the address. You can even drive the Jaguar if you wish.” He offers.
“Nope. No way. I’m not going to risk being responsible if your baby gets a scratch or a ding. Besides, I like my jeep better. It doesn’t growl at me when I turn on the ignition.” You can hear Tom smile and ‘ehehehe’ on the other end of the line.
“Alright. However you’re most comfortable.” He checks the time and frowns knowing you had work in the morning. “You should be getting to bed sweetheart as do I. But I missed you, I wanted to hear your voice before turning in.”
“I’m glad you called. I was missing you too.” You say closing your eyes. You were anxious about his coming home, but you found yourself incredibly nervous too. You weren’t a virgin, not by a long shot, but it certainly felt like the same kind of anxiety and nerves as one would experience losing their virginity.
“I love you darling. I can’t wait to be home with you again.” He says sincerely. “Sweet dreams my love.”
“You too. Goodnight.” You hung up the phone and held it between your hands. Each day brought him closer to coming home, and you were becoming increasingly nervous. It was silly, as nothing had changed between the two of you, but still. It was definitely going to be like the first time. In a sense, it was.
The weekend dragged terribly slowly along, and you weren't even able to pick up an extra shift to distract yourself. You needed the extra time to unpack, but if you had to unload one more box you thought you were going to go insane. Even more aggravating than packing the stuff in the first place was unpacking it not five miles down the street less than an hour later. In fact, as the movers brought the last few boxes through the door, you shooed them back out. "Nope! Put it in the storage pile, I don't even care what's in it at this point!" you fussed.
That night, you had a bit of trouble sleeping. New creaks and noises were always difficult to get used to. You slipped out of bed quietly and padded around "your" new home softly. You examined the kitchen cabinets, trying to memorize where all the cups and plates were, and then moved to the drawers below. Where the spoons were, where Tom kept the vegetables. You skimmed your fingers over the counter and touched the knobs of the stove.
Your feet made a light sound in the tile. Once back on the warm carpet, you glided across to the guest bedroom. The one Tom would turn into a nursery, hopefully soon. You switched the light on and imagined it decorated with pinks or blues, with a dark wood crib in the corner, a little mobile clipped to it. The thought made you smile. You couldn't wait to get started.
~*~
Tom laid his head down on his pillow. As wonderful as Inverness was, it wasn't where you were. He knew he would have trouble sleeping without you there. He thought about how to tell you he had paid your debt in full- how you would react, what you would say. Would you be angry with him, and see it as an invasion of privacy? Or thankful that such a weight was taken off your shoulders? He hoped and prayed it would be the latter.
Tom was starting to get daydreams of his own when he took breaks on set. He pictured the two of you with three, sometimes four children, running around in a big backyard. Every time, his imagination caught the glint of the diamond you wore on your left hand- the one he'd given you. Sometimes the children were in coats and mittens and hats as it was cold and snowy. Other times they were outfitted in little sleeveless dresses and shorts running through sprinklers as it was the middle of summer. His daydream always ended with him pulling you close and telling you, "We make a lovely family, don't we Mrs Hiddleston?"
He couldn't wait to make it all a reality.
You sigh sitting at the nurses’ station starring at your phone. You were pulling a double shift when two of the other nurses came down sick. Tom was coming home today, and you weren’t going to be able to meet him at the restaurant like he’d planned. You’d tried to call him several times, but he didn’t answer and he hadn’t returned any of them. You were starting to get worried about not hearing from him, and called Luke to tell him what was going on if he was the one giving Tom a ride from the airport.
“Did you finish your rounds?” Doctor Jones said coming over and putting down one file picking up another.
“Yes sir.” You say putting down your pencil putting your phone back in your pocket.
“Is something wrong? You seem distracted.” He opened the next patients chart scanning over it.
You sigh, “My boyfriend is coming home today. He’s been out of town since last Sunday. We were supposed to go to dinner when he got in.”
“Ah, so you can’t wait to get home then?” You give a nod. He glances at the clock then at his watch, “Well, if there aren’t any emergencies in the next hour I think you can clock out then. Things are rather slow this time of night as it is.” You give a nod a smile as he smiles back and goes to see his next patient. You liked Doctor Jones. He was a very nice, very down to Earth man who seemed to really like his job and want to do it well. To get people the help they needed. What was even better, the children liked him. Not all the doctors were as fortunate.
You took the chart he’d just set down and opened it to enter his notes into the computer files making sure everything was up to date and current. Life could be incredibly frustrating sometimes. You’d tried all week to pick up a double shift, and then the one night you absolutely didn’t want to be kept at work and suddenly you’re the most popular person on the roster.
It was almost 2am when you finally dragged your tired carcass from the hospital heading home to Tom’s house. When you arrived, you frowned not seeing any lights on in the house. You checked your phone again but there were no messages. Maybe they decided they needed a few more days of shooting and he didn’t come home today. You thought for sure he would have called and told you, or had someone else tell you.
You sigh softly disappointed that you wouldn’t see him today like you’d been hoping all week. Yet on the other hand you found a strange sense of relief that he wasn’t home yet. Locking up your Jeep, you dig in your bag for your house key pulling it out and walked up to the door unlocking it and stepping inside. You closed the door and turned the lock and paused turning back around. There were candles lit in every direction casting a soft glow of light. You put down your bag and took off your jacket hanging it up before following the candles down the hallway, through the kitchen, and into the dining room.
There was a lovely candle light dinner for two ready and waiting. Before you could look around, two arms wrapped around from behind you and hugged you tight. “Hello darling.” Tom says gently before placing a gentle kiss behind your ear.
“Oh God.” You say catching your breath and laughing a little.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He says hugging you tighter nuzzling your neck. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.” You admit resting your hands over his as he hugs you tighter.
“Excellent.” He grins kissing your neck. Walking over to a chair he pulls it out for you, “M’lady?” He says with his charming smile. You can’t suppress the grin that always appeared when he was being silly sweet. You walk over and he helps you sit down before sitting down in his own seat.
“You’re the one who came in today, and I’m the one who stood you up. Shouldn’t I be the one seeing to dinner and spoiling you?” You question still feeling a bit guilty that work had foiled his plans.
“Darling, I understand that your work is very demanding and important to you. I got in this afternoon, had time to rest up, clean up, and get ready for when you came home.” He smiles pouring wine into your glass before pouring some into his own. Then he picks up his glass holding it out to you. You pick up yours and he taps the crystal together gently, “Cheers.” He says his eyes beaming as he looks at you before taking a sip of the wine.
You smile a little before sipping as well. Those nerves that you imagined were going to go away, weren’t going to give you a break it seemed and only multiplied. As you ate dinner, you listened as Tom told you all about his trip. Every time he offered you a chance to join into the conversation with your week and how things had gone at work, you would just shrug and pass it back to him to tell you more about what happened while he was away. He could see that something had you on edge, but wasn’t quite certain what it was. In the back of his mind he grew concerned that Michael had been around bothering you while he was gone.
After supper, he started to clear away the dishes and you instantly stood to help him. “No no, let me do this. You go change. There’s something special for you on our bed.” He says kissing your cheek. “Go on.” He says shooing you out of the kitchen. You look at him for a second folding your hands behind you so he couldn’t see them shaking before going to the bedroom.
Going inside your eyes grew wide seeing all of the candles lit around the room, the red rose petals spread on the floor and across the bed over ivory satin sheets. He really had been hard at work since he got home today. Walking over you see a beautiful crimson lace and satin nightgown. You gingerly pick it up looking at it finding it was, of course, your size. You clear your throat realizing that you hadn’t been breathing for a moment. “Oh, pull it together girl. Jeez.” You say shaking your head as you take it with you into the bathroom to change having showered before you left the hospital.
A while later, you pace nervously in the bathroom. You changed, brushed your hair, and made yourself look nice. At least you hoped so. The cut of this dress definitely complimented and accented your . . . attributes, and hugged your curves. The matching lace robe was more or less for decoration only. “What is wrong with you?” You say looking at yourself in the mirror before glancing at your hands that were still shaking as you ball them into fists clinching your jaw. “Stop it!” You scold yourself.
Suddenly a knock at the door caused you to jump, “Darling? Is everything alright?” Tom questions having come up to the room and been waiting for you for a while.
“Yes!” You say taking a breath, “I’m fine, everything’s fine . . . . . how are you?” You wince closing your eyes wondering why in the world you just said that. Shaking your head you go to the door and unlock it before opening the door.
Tom’s eyes light up seeing you wearing his gift, “Wow.” He says as a bright smile sweeps his face reaching out and gently taking your hands in his pulling you further into the bedroom. “Is it possible that you’re even more beautiful since I went away?” He says with a grin. Gently reaching up cupping your face in his looking deep into your eyes, “You are stunning.” He breathes starting to pull you into a kiss. You started to give in but then your hands went to his chest stopping him. He furrows his brow a moment not understanding.
“I uh . . . . I . . . um.” You look away not able to turn your eyes up towards him again. He studies you for a moment before he smiles softly taking your hands and kissing them before holding them against his chest.
“Darling . . . . are you nervous?” He asks gently. You blush slightly looking away feeling really really stupid and embarrassed. Tom chuckles a bit pulling you closer and kissing your head before embracing you tightly against him. Never, in the entire time you’d known each other, did you ever seem nervous or embarrassed about being with him. Quite the opposite if your first night together was any indication considering it started out in the kitchen, on the counter, and took the two of you hours to actually make it onto the bed in your room.
He pulls back cupping your face in his hand again staying close whispering softly, “I love you darling.” He kisses you tenderly before looking into your eyes again, “Do you love me?” He questions.
“You know I do. So very much.” You answer.
“Then tonight let me lead, and trust me enough to follow?” He whispers caressing your face. You swallow the knot of nervousness in your throat and give a nod. He grins pulling you into another deep kiss wrapping his arms around you holding you tight.
You threw the last of your nerves to the wind as Tom literally swept you off your feet. It surprised you and you yelped, holding tight to his shirt. He placed you gently on the bed and climbed over you, and bent to place small kisses on your neck. Your fingers reached for the buttons on his shirt and pulled, desperate to get them open. Tom ran his hands across your sides, settling on your back. You pushed his shirt off his shoulders, finally done with all the buttons, and Tom moved down to the hem of your new nightgown. It had been pushed up around your hips in all the excitement. He pushed it back onto its path up your body, planting kisses on every new patch of exposed flesh and paying special attention to your stomach.
You breathed out as his skin brushed yours, feeling his stubble. "Darling, are you all right?" Tom asked quickly.
You almost laughed. "I'm fine. I'm perfect. Come here," you begged, and Tom complied. He crashed his lips into yours, tasting every bit of you. You could almost taste how much he loved you, as you reached for the buttons of his jeans. You popped each one slowly as your tongues continued to tangle with each other, and as you undid the last button, you felt him spring free against the back of your hand.
Suddenly everything began to overwhelm you. All the events of the last year, the work you had put in to get to this point, how much Tom loved you. And how much you loved him. Through everything. Tears threatened your vision, but you smiled. You pushed Tom's jeans down off his hips, and he started to move further down to your center. "No, don't...stay with me here," you pleaded quietly. Tom looked deep into your eyes as you reached down and pushed the last of his clothing off. You saw the small tears in his eyes as he planted his forearms on either side of your head. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt him nudge against your entrance. You nodded, and Tom slid himself fully into you. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, and you gripped his back. Slowly, he began circling his hips and you raised yours to meet his. Neither of you looked away from each other as the tension built inside of you. You could feel the coil deep in your belly getting tighter and tighter. Tom's movements started getting more erratic and you knew he was close. You knew he would wait for your release to find his. But it was close- he moved his hips just so and his pelvic bone rubbed your clit, and it was all you needed. You arched your back and threw your head back moaning, and then you felt Tom find his own release.
~*~
Tom lay beside you planting small kisses on your stomach again. You rested a hand on the back of his head, playing gently with his hair.
"Do you think it worked already?" he asked quietly. You had to stifle a laugh. "It's barely been an hour, Tom, It wouldn't even be possible," you whispered back.
He didn't really care for your answer. "I think it took. Hiddleston men are quite strong, if I do say so myself."
Now you couldn't hold in a giggle. "Is that so? Well, maybe our little one will be lucky enough to get your strength, then."
Tom's kisses got a bit deeper and more insistent, and moved up your body. As he reached your face, you could feel heat pooling between your legs again. He breathed against your neck, "I do think it took...but just to be sure, we should have a second go at it. Maybe even a third or fourth."
You bit your lip as he nipped at your neck and collarbone, and you moaned out, "Well, if you absolutely insist..."
You were flying so high today. Two days of spending time with Tom, not getting out of bed very often until you had to come in to work this morning. You couldn’t stop grinning and humming to yourself as you stood at your locker putting your things away. You put on your watch and feel your phone buzz. Taking it out you see a message from Tom, “Miss you XOXO” you giggle a little and bite your lip starting to text him back that you’d only been gone from him 20 minutes.
Suddenly one of the others nurses rush in, “What’s going on?” She says quickly a look of panic in her eyes.
“What do you mean?” You ask seeing how nervous she seemed to be.
“They’ve been here asking questions about you all morning, they’ve questioned all of us, pulled files and records . . . . what have you done!?!” She asked quickly.
“I don’t understand, Brieauna, take a breath. What are you talking ab . . . .” Just then you heard a voice.
“There she is.” You both turn around to see one of the doctors standing with a detective and four police officers. At once the detective waves towards you and Brieauna stands back as they surround you and put handcuffs on you.
“What? Stop it! What’s . . . . why are you doing this?” You ask struggling slightly in a panic.
“Is the name ‘Jacob Anderson’ familiar to you?” The detective asks walking closer.
You take a breath and look down a moment, of course you knew the name. Sometimes when you remembered it, you couldn’t stop from crying. “Yes.” You say softly, “He was a patient here. He died of cancer last year. Before I left to work with . . . .”
“Doctors without borders, yes we know.” The detective says. He turns to the doctor that you weren’t even sure you knew. He wasn’t a doctor on this floor and you didn’t recognize his face. The detective turned towards him and shook his hand, “Thank you, we’ll take it from here.” He waved at the officers who immediately escorted you out the detective following after.
Brieauna quickly went to the nurses’ station, everyone watching as you were marched out by the officers. “What’s going on? What did she do?” She asked quickly.
One of the housekeeping staff close by and leaned in to the small group, “They were calling her an ‘angel of death’.” Their eyes went wide and several gasped. An ‘Angel of Death’ was a term very familiar to them. A term for nurses or doctors who had a belief in ‘mercy killings’.
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“This is fucking ridiculous! They won’t even let me see her!” Tom ranted pacing back and forth standing with his lawyers.
“I can’t help but think it’s a bit of a leap, but they claim there is a substantial amount of evidence. A number of patients have died under her care.”
“She works with terminally ill children!” He exclaims.
“I understand that, but now they have to go through every case she’s ever had a hand in, every patient that’s been lost under her care, everything she’s ever done and it’s going to take a bit of time.” He replies.
Tom scoffs shaking his head, “Well what about bail? How much is bail? When can I bring her home?”
The lawyer clears his throat and pauses a moment. “We can’t. She’s a suspected serial killer Tom, there’s no bail set for that.”
“She’s not a serial killer! I can tell you without a doubt and with more authority than anyone, nothing is more important to her then the well being of her patients! I was with her when Jacob died; he wasn’t even under her care anymore. He was moved to a hospice!” Tom argued.
“Did she visit him while he was there?” The lawyer asked. Tom sighed shaking his head not being able to believe this. "And she left the country immediately following his death it just . . . . none of this looks good, Tom. I’m sorry. Things like this are taken very seriously. We have to be patient. Like you say, she’s not guilty there’s no way they can convict her but they’re going to go through everything she’s done clear back to medical school.”
Tom shakes his head clinching his jaw, “Convicted or not, just being accused is going to destroy her career.” It wasn’t hard to guess who ‘tipped’ the authorities off. If he even did that much himself or if he considered that ‘getting his hands dirty’.
Sitting in the interrogation room was without a doubt the worst moment of your life. You were too shocked to even cry at the situation. And you were beyond certain it was all Michael's doing. A ball of pure rage started forming at your center. How could he? After everything else he'd put you through, he would attack your job again? The more you thought about it, the angrier you got.
Suddenly the door flew open and two people, an officer and someone who looked like a lawyer, entered and the lawyer sat across from you at the table. You did your best to keep ice water in your veins.
"Ms James? I'm Inspector Davies with New Scotland Yard. Do you know why you're here today?" the police officer started.
Keeping your expression still, you replied, "Not entirely."
Davies continued, "It appears there are some very serious charges being leveled against you. Charges of causing harm to some of your most vulnerable patients?"
Actually hearing the accusation out loud caused your face to harden even more. And as much as you wanted to rant, rail, scream against it, you did your best to not say a word. Who knew how deep Michael would go to get back at you, and who knew who was watching your reaction? You swallowed hard and replied the only way you could: "I would never do anything to harm my patients." It was getting harder and harder to stay still under the gaze of both the inspector and the lawyer.
The lawyer addressed you finally, "Ms James, the things you're being accused of are quite serious. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" You pulled your lips apart before you could stop yourself, but at that same moment, the door burst open again. Rosalie Cooper came barreling in, and you breathed a massive sigh of relief.
"Gentlemen, my client doesn't have another word for either of you today, and quite frankly, I find it disturbing you began to question her without my presence here!" Both of the men stood up, backs ramrod straight upon her entry. You said a silent prayer as she closed the door behind her and set her briefcase on the table. "You of all people should know quite well how the Bar frowns upon actions like that, Mr Smith," she said to the lawyer. You clamped your mouth shut. "Now, if you'll excuse me and my client, I need to speak with her. In private."
Davies and Smith exchanged a look and Davies said, "All right, we'll be outside waiting."
As they left the room, you took a deep breath and covered your face with your hands. Rosalie turned to you and patted your shoulder. "Ms James, Tom sent me. I'm going to take care of everything, don't worry." You dropped your hands and said what had wanted to say to the two men. "I didn't do anything wrong, Rosalie, these are nothing but lies! This is all Michael's bullshit, he's making this all up!" you exclaimed. She put her hand up stopping you. "I know, Ms James, I know. But we can't talk about it here, there may be ears. I'm going to talk to the prosecutor again and see what we can do to get you home tonight. It may be a long shot, but he owes me a bit of a favor."
"Where is Tom? Is he here, can I see him?" you pleaded. "He's on his way, you'll be able to see him when he gets here," she answered. This was all a nightmare. It had to be. How could Michael possibly have such influence, and how would he even know about Jacob?
Tom jumped out of the car before it even came to a full stop in front of the station. Luke drove him because there was no way he could focus enough to drive himself. The receptionist directed Tom to the Inspectors' area, and toward the interrogation room where you sat with Rosalie. He tore through the door and practically leaped across the table to you. You jerked up from the chair and threw yourself into his arms. "Tom!" you cried. He wrapped every inch of himself around you in a cocoon. You broke down as you sputtered out everything. "And they think I hurt Jacob! Tom, they think I hurt him! How-- why would they think that?!" you finished. He tried desperately to hush you and calm you down, but to no avail. Stroking your hair, he turned to Rosalie. "What do we do about this? This is all a pack of lies, it's all coming from her bastard ex-husband!" he shouted.
She flipped through the files still laid out on the table. "I don't know yet, Tom. If what you're saying is true and this man is behind all this, it'll come out. But for right now, all the prosecutor can do is follow the evidence. I have to get a copy of everything before we come up with our plan." She took your face gingerly into her hands. "Dear girl, listen to me- if you are innocent of these charges, and I believe you are, we will come back at that man with more force than he will know what to do with. For right now, let me do my job. I'll talk to the prosecutor myself and do everything I can to get you home tonight." You sniffled and nodded. "Thank you," you whispered. She left the room in search of the prosecutor, and you turned back to Tom. Neither of you had words. You only had tears, and wanted nothing more than to collapse on the floor in a pool of them, right in the middle of the interrogation room.
Not long after Ms. Cooper stepped out with the detectives, another officer came in and shooed Tom out. No one was allowed to be alone with her, except maybe her lawyer and even then with a chaperone on the door. Tom kissed you and hugged you again touching your face and telling you not to worry. He takes your hands and kisses them before he walks out of the door.
You sit back down and nearly slam your face into the table trying to bite back the tears. This was a nightmare, a complete and utter nightmare. A little while later, a detective returned, and two officers handcuffed you marching you out.
“What’s going on? Can she come home?” Tom said hurrying into her office.
Ms. Cooper sighed, “No.” She said crossing her arms thinking that this was total bollocks and they didn’t have enough evidence to hold her like this, “But they’ve agreed not to release her into the general population. I’ve also attained gag orders for the hospital, the arresting officers, the detectives, and anyone else even remotely connected to her being taken into custody or incarceration. If anyone leaks even the slightest information about her arrest, the charges, or if a picture or sentence is posted on facebook, they’re looking at 10-20.”
“How did you do that?” He questioned.
“Because she’s living with you and this getting out could irreversibly damage your reputation. It’s in your agency’s best interest and everyone else’s to protect you and keep this all quiet.” She explained. It wasn’t much but at least he had done something for you, however small. “Now, they’re turning up records from her first marriage saying that she had drinking and drug problems and had both her ex-husband and several others confirm this fact. So they instantly ran every single blood test known to man on her once she was taken in. Even though they found nothing out of the ordinary except hydrocordone in her system, I’ll still have their teeth in a jar over that nonsense.”
“She gets blinding and disabling migraines. She takes it for that.” Tom said with a sigh. Ms. Cooper was looking over the file shaking her head, “What?”
“This entire thing is a gross invasion of privacy,” She showed him the list of tests run on the blood panel. This is the list of tests run on her blood.” He took it and frowned. They even tested her for blood diseases, irregularities, a pregnancy test . . . he lingered over the pregnancy test a moment finding it came back negative and sighed. Although it was better she wasn’t pregnant right now until all of this got cleared up. “They’re going overboard and bending every rule in the book because Angel’s of Death are a particularly feared because they pray on those who are sick and helpless relying on a complete stranger and trusting them to take care of them and make them better.”
“She’s NOT a murderer. “ Tom snapped defensively.
“I know. I know, but right now . . . they don’t know her like you do.” She explained. “The more they look into her life the more they’ll realize that she didn’t do this.”
“Would he have given such a tip if he wasn’t fairly certain that he was in any way in danger of being discovered? If anything would trace back to him? She told me that medical records of hers were tampered with or disappeared all together before the divorce. That he had a habit of covering his tracks very well. If he has friends in the justice system, then they could be telling him how to do things to keep from being charged or even arrested.”
“May be. But people who are in league with men like this are usually only out for themselves. They won’t keep his secrets at the risk of themselves.” She said. “She’s being kept in isolation and safe. The gag order helps with that. When we get her out of there, and her record expunged of this nonsense, they better not confirm she was ever there.”
“When can I see her again?” Tom said quickly.
“It’s going to be a few days Tom, I swear to you I’m doing my very best.” She promised.
Two guards led you to your cell. It was out of the way of most prying eyes, but you still had never felt more vulnerable in your life. You couldn't believe this was happening to you. You couldn't believe your ex had such a reach still. A couple weeks ago, life finally seemed to be coming together. And now it was falling apart.
Late in the evening, you heard footsteps coming down the hall towards you. You stopped breathing momentarily, afraid of who it would be or if they were even coming to you. Of course they were, yours was the only cell on this side of the station. You were thankful that at least you weren't in an actual prison. God knows what would have happened to you in there. When Rosalie came to a short stop in front of your cell, you finally inhaled. "Oh thank god," you gasped. A buzzer sounded and the door slid open. She walked right through the bars and sat down next to you. "Miss, I know this is an absolute nightmare for you, and I'm doing everything I can right now. And to do that, I'll need some information from you, all right?" You nodded, ready to give her anything she needed. Rosalie pulled out a pad of yellow paper and a pen and handed them to you. "I need the names of anyone who can attest to your character, and that you didn't do this."
"You can ask anyone I work with, either now or ten years ago- they'll all tell you the same thing: I would never do something like this, EVER. I --" You were cut off when she raised a hand to you. "We don't have much time, dear. I need you to write them all down." You began furiously scribbling every name you could think of. Brian, your old manager; Maggie, who watched you pull extra shifts and work tirelessly to make sure you sent your patients home; even Chad who probably couldn't stand to work beside you but you were certain he wouldn't make anything up like this. The last name you wrote was Tessa Anderson. It was Jacob's mom. If anyone could testify that you were wholly incapable of what they were saying, it was her. You didn't want to-she'd been through enough with her son alone, and now you'd just called her out to reminisce all her memories of the hospital bed where Jacob lived most of his life. But you had no choice you thought. Rosalie looked down at your list and nodded. "Of all those people you just named, there's bound to be several of them to go to bat for you." You nodded quickly and swallowed. As scared as you were, you had to ask: "How is Tom?"
Rosalie paused. "He's certainly seen better days. He's very worried for you, and what this will hold even when you are released. None of this will hold up in court, but he knows the implications of being accused of something like this. He's dying to see you, make sure you're all right."
"I don't want him to see me like this," you whispered, motioning to your clothes. The green pants and jacket you were forced to wear humiliated you, and the thought of Tom seeing you in it made you sick. "Just tell him...just tell him I'll be all right. As soon as I get out of here."
Rosalie nodded as the guard outside the cell cleared his throat, signaling the time had run out. She stood with the pad again and said, "I'll call everyone of these names myself, first thing in the morning. We will get this taken care of, and get you home, I promise."
~*~
Tom lay on the middle of your bed almost in tears. He never thought once you were finally in his home, he'd ever have to lay in that big bed alone again. He held your nightgown, the red one he got for you in Scotland. It still smelled like you did that night, and it served some purpose to comfort him. He thought over everything you'd ever told him about your ex. How could someone be so cruel? What was his vendetta against you, and why wouldn't he just leave well enough alone? You had moved out of the country to get away from him, but he still found you.
He turned over everything in his mind. Then he remembered the things Luke had told him about his partner's concern over his "loose" prescription pad. And then he remembered the pictures he had taken of your neck the week before. And what Stephen had told him when he saw you. Tom sat straight up in bed, trying to piece together what little he could to go against the monster. Something wasn't adding up to just a crazy ex-husband and a debt. He made a list in the notebook he kept on his nightstand and picked up his phone and dialed the number to his lawyers' office. It didn't matter it was near midnight- he couldn't wait to share information like this for another minute.
You sat alone in isolation in your cell staring at the wall. This was a nightmare. You were sitting in jail with the label ‘Angel of Death’. The most horrible thing in the world. Something you would never be and were completely against. You would never harm a child, not ever. Not if your life depended on it.
Michael, the bastard. Why did he punish you like this? What had you done to cross him so that he still STILL feels the need to interfere in your life? You’d been faithful in your payments, you’d tolerated and accepted his phone calls, you bent over backwards to do everything you were supposed to. So why was he doing this to you? Why was he destroying you life? . . . he had a family and life of his own why couldn’t he let you find yours?
Tom was so wonderful, you never in your wildest dreams thought to find someone like him. Much less have him interested in you. Who knew you were going to fall in love with him like this? Originally you just figured it was a little fun while he was working with you, then he’d move on, you’d go your separate ways and life would continue. Then it grew into something more. He’d put up with so much crap from you. Taking the time and care to try and undo all the damage that Michael did to your heart, to your self esteem, to your head and way of thinking. Convinced you didn’t deserve to be loved the way Tom loved you. Believing that no one ever could want you, that you were broken. But Tom, Tom looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He fought so hard to stay in your life. Thank God you had relented finally and allowed him into it.
Even more so, it was Tom who convinced you to take another look at having children. You’d given up, you were so certain that you were unable to have them and you accepted it. If it wasn’t for Tom, your chance would have slipped by completely, you would have never found out that you were capable. Now, you and Tom were trying to start a family, anxious to have children together of your own. You smile a little thinking of it.
However, this entire mess might have destroyed all that. This was a serious thing to be charged with. If Michael somehow managed to frame you well enough that you would actually be charged with this crime . . . all of that was over. Your life was completely over. You’d lose Tom, you’d lose the chance to ever be a mom. Tears welled in your eyes at the thought of it as you closed them and hung your head slightly.
What about Tom’s career? How would this affect him if any of this were to get out? Being in a relationship with a serial killer in the medical field. Perhaps it would draw sympathy for him depending on how he handled it, or it would draw scorn and suspicion. You covered your face with your hands feeling ill to your stomach. Maybe it was better if he let you go, you loved him enough to let him go. Not to be dragged with you through the mud into this dark pit. You wiped the tears from your eyes and lay down curling up into a ball trembling slightly. You were truly afraid. As always, Michael had once again imprisoned you in a cage of fear and sorrow.
“Oh my God.” Tom said sitting in the office with Ms. Cooper. “I did this. I gave him the opening.”
“You couldn’t have known, Tom.” She said looking at him.
“You have got to be kidding me. That is what started this? That was what he took to do all of this? To accuse her of such atrocities? Because I paid off the rest of her debt anonymously, and he somehow wrangled that into her being paid off for committing murder? This is utter bullshit!” Tom shouted as he stood starting to pace.
“I know it is. It was stupid, sloppy, and petty because this I believe will open up a whole new investigation into his miserable life. When we’ve proven that she is innocent of these accusations, I believe it brings into question why she was accused of such things immediately after her debt was paid in full. She has no other money, no other assets, she lives from pay check as it is. This is a good thing Tom, this gives us an opening one I am more than anxious to take.” Ms. Cooper explained.
“Do whatever it takes. Whatever you have to do.” He takes a breath, “She and I have plans. Plans that have been put off for long enough, and I don’t want him to interfere with them, with us, any longer.” He said sternly. He paused before looking at her directly, “When he is finally brought into the open . . . I want to see him.”
She sighed and shook her head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea Tom.” She began, “There would be no reason for you to be there. I’m sure that we are going to end up in court with him, but she’s the one who is going to have to be there.”
“And I’ll be there, for her. But I want to talk to him.” Tom insisted. “You saw the pictures I took, what he did to her . . . I want to see into the face of this monster.” The lawyer just looked at him knowing that it would be a liability all the way around. Even though Tom was very cool headed, calm, and collected . . . . he was also deeply passionate, and she wasn’t certain how in control he would be coming face to face with his girlfriends abusive ex-husband.
Meanwhile, Michael was having a meeting of his own. “She’s in isolation Mike, no one can get to her. This lawyer of hers is a fierce force to be reckoned with. They’ll have her out of there before long.”
“Other prisoners can’t get to her.” Michael said before looking at him, “Guards however, are another matter entirely.”
“Mike, you are getting too involved with this. If she’s attacked in the prison, they’ll know who did it and I doubt we can pay anyone enough to keep their mouths shut. Maybe it’s time to just turn her lose and let her off the hook.” One of the others said.
“It doesn’t work like that!” Michael snapped. “She doesn’t get to be ‘happy’.” He growled, “$17,000 dollars . . . she didn’t have that kind of money. The only place it would have come from would have been that pretty boy, toy of hers. Butting in where he doesn't belong. Thinking he's going to be part of her life. He wouldn’t shill out that much and have her move in with him unless he was planning on marrying her. That, will, NOT, happen.” He hissed.
“It’s up to you Mike. I know you have your reasons for doing this,” Although they had always been somewhat vague to those who helped him with his antagonistic behavior towards you. “But I’m just telling you, you have to be careful man. If we can get her released into the general population, it’ll be better if she’s attacked by another prisoner instead of a guard.”
Michael thought for a moment before giving a nod, “I have a few calls to make.”
Three days. It had been three days since you had first entered that cell, since you had slept hardly, or eaten anything. How you were keeping it together you had no idea. And now you were starting to really worry- no one had come to see you. Granted, you begged to keep Tom away and Ms Cooper said she was working on your case. But this rising panic kept telling you, maybe they're not coming because they actually think you did it.
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