How dare they! Thomas was fuming. He would rip Hamilton apart with his bare hands, and his stupid boyfriend too. Maybe he was a bit wrong for kicking Hamilton's chair over, but he was way out of line.
"Guess who still has the letter!" Thomas says to himself, pacing around the room angrily. "Me! I do! I could ruin your lives!" He threw himself down onto the couch, but then got up and started pacing again.
Better than you...That's what he said! He said he was better than me! Thomas thought, nearly screeching as he thought about it. Hamilton was supposed to do what he said!
Thomas stopped his pacing for a moment and grabbed his phone. I'll ruin his life. John's life too. I could text John's dad...send him the letter...I'll just do it now!
He began to type an explanation for what he was about to send...but then he stopped. Then he tossed his phone onto the floor.
"Haven't you done enough, Thomas?" He asks himself, but his voice was quiet. Thomas grabbed a glass cup he had been drinking out of earlier. "Why do you do these things?!" He was louder now, and he threw the glass against the wall as hard as he could. Thomas watched as it shattered into a million pieces.
Then he looked over at a mirror in the room. It was just a normal mirror, just attached to the wall. Thomas glares at himself. His stupid hair that was somehow always curly. Everything about his reflection made him want to throw up. You're an awful person.
Thomas looked at himself for a moment longer, but then he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand looking at himself.
Just a few moments later, the mirror was broken. Shattered. So was Thomas. He was curled up under the mirror, sobbing. I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! He let out another sob. This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want to be laying on top of glass with bloody hands. He didn't want people to hate him. He didn't want to hate himself.
But that's how it is.
Now, if Thomas had known that James was going to walk in...well he wouldn't have been in the same spot he was when James did walk in.
"Thomas, What the fuck?!"
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James had helped Thomas clean up the mess he made. Well, of the glass. Alex and John would never forgive him. Thomas wouldn't forgive himself either, but that was besides the point. James also stayed the night because he was pretty sure Thomas was going to smash something else if he left.
Thomas still wasn't fine, even with James at his side again. But he could pretend. I suppose that would be enough...at least for now.