𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 - 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 {𝟐} (On Hold)

Part 11

Y/N'S POV

"Hey I just got a call back from the hospital.", my Mom says as she walks into the living room. I look up from my phone and she sits down on the couch next to me,

"Should I ask?", feeling my heart start to race,

"It's actually good news for once.", she smiles and I wait for her to tell me impatiently,

"They said that he's actually getting a little better and there's a better chance of him maybe waking up.", she says. My jaw drops slightly and a smile slowly creeps onto my face. I let out a breath of disbelief and she smiles brightly at me,

"He might wake up?" I ask and she nods her head,

"It's a maybe, we can't get our hopes up right away, okay?", she says in all seriousness. I nod my head frantically and wrap my arms around her. 

I have the biggest smile on my face right now. He might be waking up. I might actually be able to see my Dad again. Right now I feel this joy that I haven't felt in a while. My heart is beating out of my chest, but this time it's not in a bad way. The sound of the front door opening and closing catches both of our attentions. I let go of my Mom and look over my shoulder at the hallway. Maybe it's Bennett and we can tell him the awesome news, but Tom then appears. My smile slowly falls as he looks at the both of us,

"I have your work.", he says in a monotoned voice and holds up the books and papers in his hand,

"Just put it on the counter.", my Mom says nicely to him. He nods his head slightly and presses his lips into a straight line. He takes one last glance at me before he disappears,

"I'll be right back.", my Mom says to me and gets up from the couch. I watch her as she follows in the direction Tom went. 

I turn back forward and in lean back into the couch. I got his voicemails. I can't tell you how many times I listened to them over and over again. When I listened to them I felt so many emotions, I was confused about why he just won't give up, I was mad, I was sad, I was everything. I can hear them talking, but I can't make out what they're saying. I don't know how many times I have to tell him, but I just want him to go away. I get up from the couch and go upstairs. I go into my room and grab my shoes. I slip them on quickly and go back downstairs. I walk into the kitchen where they both are and when I enter they both look at me,

"Why are you in such a rush?", my Mom asks,

"I'm leaving.", I say. I grab her car keys off the counter and turn away,

"What do you mean you're leaving? You aren't going anywhere.", she says more sternly and walks towards me. I turn to face her and take a deep breath,

"Yes, I am. I'm going somewhere he isn't.", I say to her and look over at Tom. He stands there not really sure what to do. I turn back around and walk away,

"Y/n get back here, you can't go anywhere without me .", my mom calls back after me,

"I'm not two, I'm fine, I'll be back later.", I say and open the front door. She still calls my name, but I close the door behind me. I rush to the car and get in as quickly as possible. I don't care what anyone tells me anymore. I back out of the driveway and as I pull out my Mom stands on the front porch. Tom appears behind her and I speed off. 

TOM'S POV

"She's gonna be there. Where else would she go?", I say to Melissa as she cries in the passengers' seat. 

We waited for Y/n to come back for a couple of hours, but she still hasn't returned. I wanted to go after her right away, but she said that she gives her some "space", but I thought that was a horrible fucking idea. Why should we have someone go out by themselves who recently just got into a car crash, go drive a car, who is mentally drained and damaged, who shouldn't be up and walking around go out so she could have some "space". So now we're heading to the hospital because we figured she would go there, but if she isn't then we're totally fucked,