A/N; If you didn't already see last chapter's picture, you have a tattoo on your collar bone. Three crows. Please just keep this idea. I'm trying something new. If you get the three crow tattoo reference, pat yourself on the back and consider yourself my favorite people ever. Later 👍

**Thomas's POV**

I can't freaking believe I just said that!

Now watch (Y/n) think I'm some creepy, gross dude that wants to kidnap someone I just met a day ago!

"Sure thing Thomas. What are we gonna do there?" she asked with happiness, instead of hate and disgust, in her voice.

"I was thinking maybe make some popcorn. Watch Stranger Things or something?" I reply.

She shrugs, "Sure! I don't think my dad's too pleased about me leaving the house yesterday."

"Yeah," I start, "What happened yesterday? With your dad.. I heard you arguing. Mind sharing?"

"Why not.." says (Y/n).

This is all you:

"It all started yesterday. Or any day before that.

My dad had always been overly protective. When I went out of the house yesterday without telling him, my dad flipped.

He never likes me going outside the house.

The thing is.. When I am at home, he makes me do all these chores.

Like clean the whole house. Inside and out.

When I'm done, he inspects the house. If he finds even a single mistake, he makes me redo everything all over again.

When I told him I was with you, a guy, he whacked me.

With a whip..

I slept in a hotel that night. I just couldn't go back. That's a reason I have this tattoo. On my collar bone.

My dad whipped me there and left three scars that were impossible to hide.

I decided to cover them up with these crows.

Each representing a scar."  <(theee SCARecrows. Thanks comments)

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"H- he did that?" I asked, my mouth gaping open.

(Y/n) nods.

I can't believe it..

Abused? I just.. can't.

"Is this still going on?" I ask again.

She nods again, "I've gotten used to the pain though."

I shake my head, "No. No no no no no. I can't allow you to go back."

(Y/n) looks at me strangely. "Why?" she asks, "My dad will notice I'm gone."

"It's fine. I'll help you. I can let you stay at my new apartment. I'm moving out anyways." I reply, shaking my hand.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna be a bother." she asks.

I nod my head, "Yes. I'm a hundred percent positive!"

"Okay. Thanks so much, Thomas. I don't know what I'd do without you!"

I blushed, "No problem. Anything for a best friend, (Y/n).

**Your POV**

I cannot believe Thomas let me stay with him when he moves out!

He is such a gentleman! Don't tell him I said that!

I probably doesn't like me like that. It's good to dream though, right?

"So. Lets go to my house now. It's getting colder and colder." said Thomas breaking me out of my trance.

"Okay." I reply and follow behind him.

When we get to his house, we climb out of the car and rush into the warmth of the living room.

"Ohhhh! Now I'm warm.." I say rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"Yeah. It was surprisingly cold outside for it being Florida here.." replies Thomas.

Oh my god! He has that look of concentration again! He's so cute!

"Okay. Lets go up to my room. I need to show you my new apartment!" said Thomas enthusiastically, "I wanna know if you like it."

I laughed a little and followed him up the stairs, "I'm sure I'll love it."

Thomas chuckled a little, "Okay. But it's small.. Ish?"

He stopped on the stairs and look at me as if silently asking me if that made sense.

We broke out in laughter and ran upstairs, me almost tumbling down the stairs.

When we got in his room, my mouth caped open. "This place is awesome, Thomas!" I say admiring all the technology.

Thomas rubs the back of his neck, "Heh. Its really nothing.."

I jerk my head to him, "You're kidding.. Right?" I say, my eyes widening by the second.
"Nope." replies Thomas.

"I had to work at a hotel as a bar tender for three years to scrape up enough money for my iPhone. I can't even afford Netflix with how much money my dad takes from me," I say.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to brah or anything," says Thomas sadly.

"Its okay," I reply, "I'm just used to telling at my dad. Let just forget this and watch some Netflix!"

Thomas laughs, "Got it! What movie?" he asks turning on his Apple™ TV.

"Umm. Hows about Titanic? (sorry if you don't like Titanic. Its just one of my favorite movies!)"

"Sure! If I cry, don't judge, it's a sad movie!" Thomas says flopping down on his bed.

"I won't. I've seen it three times and I've cried all of those times." I reply sitting down next to him.

Thomas laughs. "You're like, the best feminine friend I've ever had. And that's saying something cause I just met you yesterday."

I laugh, "Thanks, Thomas! Your best, only, friend I've ever had too!" I say jokingly.

Thomas gives me a look.

"I'm kidding! I've had other friends. They were turds, but hey! They worked?" I say laughing at my own "joke".

Thomas begins to laugh too.

**Time skip after movie; 10:49 pm**

"Maybe we should get some sleep, Thomas," I say yawning.

"You're right, (Y/n). Let me take you to the guest room. Its just down the hall." Thomas replies.

"Got it. Leggo." I say taking my shoes and about to walk off when Thomas stops me.

"You're gonna sleep in your day clothes? Come on! I'll let you borrows some of my sister's old clothes and well sneak into your house and get you some of yours." Thomas says quickly.. Ish.

"Tomorrow, right?" I ask feeling tired.

"Oh! Yeah! Did I forget to mention that?" he asks.

"If I talked super fast, I would too." I replied play punching Thomas's arm.

"I had that in for me," Thomas said laughing. "Come on. Lemme get you some clothes."

//END OF CHAPTER THREE\\
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