Your fingers are twitching, hands shaking, replaying what you just witnessed over and over again as you sit in the front seat of your savior's Ford F150. You try to clam yourself down, attempting to focus on the items that lay in the compartment between the driver and passenger seats as the rain pelted against the widows and metal of the truck; a role of white medical tape, a box of toothpicks, Icy Hot, earphones and an Iphone. Your thoughts raced on about the random items until the sound of the driver door shutting brought you back from your trance.
The brute of a man was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, his head back against the head rest. His was forehead was slick with sweat, his hair stringy and wet from the pouring rain outside. "You okay?" his voice was deep and husky. You shook your head yes, your soaked hair sticking to your damp scared face. "A head shake isn't an answer." his voice rumbled as he stared at you with his dark gray eyes. "I... I'm fine." You lie through your stutter. His face is skeptical, waiting for the real answer he and you both knew, he just wanted to hear it, you just didn't want to say it.
His blood stained knuckles make their way to your cheek, moving the straggling pieces of hair off your wet skin. Your breath hitches at the surprisingly smoothness of his calloused hand. "You wanna try the truth, Cass?" his tone rough and gravely. Your wall crumbles under his stern gaze, the wall that took years to build up was now gone in a matter of seconds under his stare. "I...I... Tommy, I just..." you begin searching for your words as Tommy's lips begin to search for yours, grazing your neck softly up to your jaw bone, sucking and nipping lightly. A feeling of sensation makes its way up your stomach into your chest. Tommy groans. "Cass, I'm sorry I left you. Those bastards wouldn't have attacked you if I had stayed." A tear trickles out of the corner of your eye, Tommy's tongue licking it away.
"No more tears, doll. I'm hear and never letting you go."