Tom Holland Imagine: Broken
Summary: after getting out of a toxic relationship, you meet a very handsome boy on your train. (Loosely based off of both Yes Girl and I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller)
A/N: sorry for being gone for so long… writers block kicked in…😤
Warnings: physical and mental abuse
I let out a sigh of relief as the train took off down the tracks. I watched as the town I once knew and loved flew passed me. I wondered what He would do when He came home from work to find me gone. I fidgeted with the strap of my duffle bag before deciding to pull out my book to help the time pass.
“Hello? Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I sat here?” A voice said.
I shook my head without meeting the stranger’s eye. Yes, I would prefer to be sitting by myself but considering I bought the last ticket for this train, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I heard the stranger let out a heavy sigh as he placed his bag under his seat.
“Whatcha readin there? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Uh, it’s called Ordinary People. By Judith Guest. It’s my favorite book, I’ve read it like 10 times.”
“Huh, maybe I’ll read it sometime.”
“Oh you definitely should, its incredible.”
I finally looked up from my book to see a very handsome boy smiling at me.
“I’m Tom by the way.” He said as he extended his hand to me.
“Uh, I’m Y/N.” I said as I shook his hand.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
I blushed at his compliment and closed my book and looked back up at the him.
“So what’s bringing you to the city? And by train? Not many people go on these anymore.”
Tom smiled and looked out the window.
“Well, I do a lot of traveling. I’m always in the air and so I just wanted to see the trees for a change. And I’m staying in the city, actually. I just felt like I was going insane from only seeing buildings and angry people everywhere I went and I need some time to figure things out so I found the smallest town I could find outside of Atlanta and left for the weekend. What about you?”
“Uh, that’s a story for another time…”
“That’s alright. Let it be yours.”
“Well, your accent gives it away that you don’t live here, so why are you in America?”
“I’m an actor. Filming a movie.”
“Oh, I love movies! What movie are you filming?”
Tom let out a light laugh as he looked down and fiddled with his thumbs.
“Uh, Spider-Man, actually.”
“Wait, really!? I love Spider-Man! Are you the guy that plays him in Civil War? I haven’t gotten to see it yet but I want to so bad. See, my boyfri- ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me go see it.”
I looked down to avoid Tom’s confused face, hoping it would give him the hint to not ask any questions.
“Well, maybe I can take you to go see it sometime.”
“Uh, yeah! But if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’m sure you’ve already seen it like 500 times…”
“Yeah, but never with a girl as beautiful as you.”
“Pft, are you kidding me? Have you seen Scarlett Johansson!?”
Before Tom could reply I heard my phone go off. I reached into my bag to pull it out and felt my heart stop.
He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.
I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I looked at His name written on the screen.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my phone off before shoving it back in my bag.
I felt Tom’s gaze on me. I looked up and gave him a weak smile, trying to get him to drop it.
Luckily, he did.
—3 months later—
I laid on the couch, wrapped up in Tom’s arms. We started dating shortly after we met. I didn’t think I would be able to date anyone for while after what happened with Him but, Tom was different. I knew he was different because he cared.
Unlike Him. I knew He was searching for me. I had been forced to ditch my phone and buy a new one to get Him to stop calling me and leaving hurtful voicemails.
Now, 3 months later, the thoughts of Him felt like only a distant memory of a childhood nightmare.
But that quickly changed.
Tom and I were watching The Way Way Back when it happened.
First there was the pounding on the door.
“I’ll get it, love.” Tom sweetly whispered in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and got up from the couch.
I instantly missed the feeling of his arms around me. I turned my attention back to the film, thinking it was just Harrison who forgot his key again.
But then I heard it.
I heard Tom’s angelic voice asking who they were but getting cut off by a punch to the jaw.
And then His voice calling out my name.
I sat up immediately and felt my self beginning to hyperventilate.
But while I was breathing hard, it felt like there was no oxygen in my body at all.
As His figure walked into the room, I felt myself black out from fear.
I didn’t even feel Him pick me up by my hair and throw me into the glass coffee table.
I didn’t even feel the blood begin to fall from my skin from where the glass had cut it open.
I didn’t even hear Tom scream my name.
I didn’t hear Tom tackling the guy.
I didn’t hear Harrison come in and call the police.
I didn’t hear the ambulance as they asked me questions.
But I watched all of it.
I could see everything.
I could see Tom attacking Him.
I could see Tom as he stood over me, crying.
I could see his lips saying words like, “Please say something, love” or “Please don’t leave me” as tears slipped from his eyes.
I woke up hours later. I looked around and saw Tom sitting to my right, holding my hand tightly as he cried into my side.
“Tom?” I asked.
His head whipped up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw me awake. He immediately began to pepper my face with kisses and held me tightly to him.
“Thank god you’re okay. He’s gone, Y/N. They’ve locked Him up. You never have to worry about Him again. I have you and I will always protect you. I love you, Y/N. So much.”
And those words, those few words, put every little broken piece in me back together.