Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

Heartbroken part 6 (final part)

*TW!! REFERENCES TO RAPE AND UNCONSENTUAL SEXUAL ACTIONS ARE FEATURED IN THIS CHAPTER*

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"What do you MEAN no!?" Wes shouted and tightened his grip on my wrist. I cried out at his tight grip.

"I mean NO! I don't want to go out with you!" I exclaimed back at him, trying to get out of his hand. 

He smacked the back of his hand around my face and I yelped in pain.
"Selfish bitch! You'll do what I say!" Wes demanded," Or else, I'll hit you more!"

"WES! WHAT THE FUCK!? GET OFF ME!!!"

"If you don't stop, I'll kill you." His brown eyes pierced into mine.

"I'll die knowing I was faithful to Thomas. I love him!"

I spat on his face and he dragged me into my bedroom. I hit him with my free arm as hard as I could and all he did was throw me on the bed.

"Why? He's not faithful to you. He's gone around his fair share. Why don't you?" He asked as he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. I took this an opportunity to kick him in his chest try to run off, but I was too drunk. My legs gave in and all the motion made me throw up on the floor. Wes took some kind of handcuff and chained my left arm to the bedframe.

"NO! GET OFF ME!" I screamed 

He began to pull up Ella's T-shirt that I was wearing and unbuttoned the jeans. I used all of the power I had to try and push him off me but even my hardest kick only put him on floor for about 30 seconds. 

"HELP!!" I screamed as he was on the floor. He got up and tied his tie around my mouth to stop me from screaming. I kept on screaming as loud as I could as he kept on cursing me as I did so.  I writhed restlessly, kicking my legs at him until I was so worn out that I couldn't anymore. 

He pulled his jeans and boxers off so that he remained only with his shirt on, his penis right in front of me. I mentally prepped myself. I was going to be raped. There was nothing I could do about it. Maybe I'd try to sneak out and call the police when he was asleep. 

In the distance, I faintly heard the door shut over my screams and familiar footsteps. It was Thomas. I had to think of something fast to distract Wes so that he didn't go after Thomas.

"Jesus that's tiny." I tried to speak through the gag. 

"What?" He asked, as he began to pull down my jeans.

"Your penis it's- HELP THOMAS HELP I'M IN THE BEDROOM HELP ME PLEASE!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I heard the footsteps speed up and soon enough, Thomas busted through the door. 

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" His eyes lit up in rage he charged over to Wes and pushed him off me, punching him as he did so. I kicked Wes in the nuts and he fell to the floor in pain.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, HUH!? THAT'S MY WIFE YOU'RE RAPING YOU PEICE OF SHIT!!" Thomas yelled as he started kicking Wes on the floor until Wes started coughing blood. I tried to sit up as much as the handcuff would let me and watched what was happening.

"You don't deserve her. Even when I threatened her with death she still didn't want to be unfaithful to you!" Wes shouted between coughs.

Thomas threw me his phone and I dialled 911.

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Wes was detained shortly after and I was set free from the bedframe. Thomas wouldn't let go of my hand as the police officers and Wes left. 

He turned around to me with a sorrowful look in his eyes. He dove into me, and wrapped his arms around my back and had one hand caressing the back of my head.

"I'm so sorry,  Y/N," He broke out into tears, "I'm so sorry. I should've been there earlier. I can't imagine what you're going through right now.

"It's ok. It's not your fault. Just please don't ever leave me again. I want you." I mumbled into his shoulder.

"Good because I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

"I love you too."