045 : red handed

❝ DO YOU THINK SHE KNOWS? ❞

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"I'll go in first. Get yourself together, Scar, okay? You're not the bad guy. No one knew." Tom puts his hand on Scarlett's knee as they pulled up outside Sophie's home.

Scarlett was a pure mess at that moment. She felt responsible, somehow, for Sophie's breakdown of her life. It clearly wasn't, but Scarlett was there for everyone. Not being there for Sophie when she most likely needed Scarlett the most was heartbreaking.

She nods, taking another tissue that she had stuffed deep in her coat pocket, getting out the camera of her phone to dab her eyes and fix her makeup while Tom watched on beside her for a few seconds, before feeling satisfied and opening the car door.

Tom always knew that Sophie had a spare key hidden under her doormat, so he retrieved it and slotted the key through the hole as quietly as he could, trying to not make as much noise incase Sophie was sleeping.

Walking through Sophie's house as quiet as he could, but he heard two voices; Theo's and Sophie's. He sighs, but looks at his watch, knowing that she should probably be asleep by now.

Tom approaches the door, and just as his hand was going to push it open, the voices inside the room stopped him from doing so.
"Do you think she knows?" it was Sophie.

"Know what, the plan?" Theo. The sound of his voice made Tom silently grumble, but he didn't dare make one peep.

"She's dense as shit, love. She won't know a thing, not until we're married." Tom's eyebrows raised, and his ears pressed a little harder against the oak door frame.

"I still can't believe you're marrying...that." Sophie practically spat, and Tom's protective side over Scarlett came into play, and he was almost tempted to rip the door open and find out whatever those two were scheming.

But the kissing sound that Tom most definitely did not mistake for anything else that made him back away from the door in total shock.

"We'll have millions in our bank by the time our wedding is over with, baby, all we need is time." Theo spoke in a calm and reassuring tone that Tom could call loving, and he felt naseuous, running out of the building silently, back to the car, where Scarlett was about to get out.

"What are you doing?" Scarlett raises her eyebrows, and Tom fastens his seatbelt, hands firmly on his steering wheel, staring straight ahead of the road, eyes widened.

"She's asleep." Was all that Tom could mutter, and Scarlett frowns.

"Tom, hello? Earth to Tom!" She waves her hands infront of his face, and he shakes it, staring at Scarlett. But everytime he saw her face, he heard what Theo and Sophie were saying, doing.

"Theo said he's going to cook some things and put them in a fridge so Soph can eat them tomorrow." He says, a little more clear than last time, but his thoughts couldn't seem to shake off the horrifying words and deeds that Theo and Sophie were sharing.

Why was he keeping it a secret from Scarlett? Because he was scared. She knew that she would never believe Tom in a million years- it was mad to even assume such a thing. He needed hardcore proof this was going on before he would dare tell anyone.

"That's great! I just might pop inside to give T the key to the flat, because I'm shattered." Scarlett announces, about to open the car door, but Tom reaches over in lightning speed, stopping her from doing so.

Scarlett pulls a face, slapping Tom's hand away.
"What are you doing, munchkin? Are you drunk or something?-"

"No! Nothing like that! I just ought to think you need to go home and sleep, it's been a long day for you!" Tom panics, so desperate to switch on the ignition of the car and race away desperately from the house which was seen as a crime seen to Tom; but to everyone else, a townhouse in South London.

Scarlett shakes her head, "I don't know what's gotten into you all of a sudden, but fine, if it makes her majesty happy." She huffs, putting her seatbelt on, too, and Tom sighs in relief, finally turning the key inside the ignition.

"Let's get away from this hell hole."

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a bit shorter cos sis is
tired and chemistry might be
silently killing me

happy birthday to the loml, an
acting idol/role model in my
life, tom holland. i pray to god
that you don't read your own
fanfiction because god help us all.