Thomas Brodie Sangster imagines

Whitey Winn- I don't care!

⚠️WARNING⚠️- violence and strong language
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Y/n's POV

I was inside the sheriffs office with my boyfriend, Whitey when Bill walked in with a man that I though I recognised but couldn't quite capture the name of.

"Whitey, keep an eye on this man for me, keep 'em in your site at all times I'm going out, alright?" Bill said sternly

"Why yes, sheriff, me and Y/n will keep a fine eye on 'em won't we" he nudged me on the should, nearly falling over with the lack of concentration I had on the conversation and all on the lad probably a few years older than myself in front of me.

We both had our eyes locked with each other, him smirking at me and me trying to figure out who the hell he was and why I had a bad felling inside my gut.

When I didn't answer Whitey looked down at me confused until he followed my eye line over to the boy stood at the edge of the table. Whitey narrowed his eyes and looked back at me with his jaw clenched. When I noticed everyone was staring at me I spoke up "uhh, yes we will look after him for ya"

Bill just shrugged it off and walked out placing his hat on his head and shutting the door behind him. I looked up at Whitey and saw his eyes blazing holes into where the side of my head was. He cleared his throat and switched his eyes over to the boy.

"So we beta get ya locked up ain't we eh" Whitey grumbled as he dragged his feet over to the man and pulled on his arm for him to follow. Surprisingly, willingly the man walked with Whitey and stared at him while the Deputy Sherrif locked him up.

"What did ya do 'en" Whitey asked and huffed when the man in the sell shrugged his shoulders

I looked back over to the man and just stared at him till he caught me staring and smirked at me. Quickly turning away I wondered again who the hell he was. I needed to know but, how? I guess I should just ask McNue when he gets back from wherever he went off to.

I glanced at Whitey and saw his glare I already knew something was wrong. "Whitey are you o-" I tried but he cut me off "Y/n come with me outside, would you, let's give mister umm, wait what's your name again?" He changed his stare back to the boy. I rolled my eyes at his stubbornness but wanted to know who he was as well so I joined his stare over to the prisoner.

"Umm-" he started but Whitey got to it first "Wait, don't worry I'll ask you later, I have something more important to sort out" he looked back at me and gestured for me to follow him outside.

I followed him out and as soon as I stepped out the door it slammed shut behind me making me jump and look up to meet Whiteys eyes glaring at me.

"What in the world do ya think your doin', staring at that man like you wanna fuck him" he blasted. "Wha-" I tried but that's when I felt a sharp pain going across my cheek, he had just slapped me. "NO! I do the talkin'. You, or should I say we, don't even know the god damn mans name and your all lookin' into his eyes like you seen 'em before, tell me what that's about ay" he stated rather harshly. But I listened to him, that man I loved staring down at the woman he was meant to love holding her cheek in her small hands.

I looked him in the eye and shouted back "That's because I have a feeling Whitey!" I continued "I have a bad feeling in my gut tha-" "I DON'T FUCKIN' CARE!"

"I DON'T CARE, I DON'T CARE AND I DON'T CARE Y/N!" "ALL THAT I KNOW IS THAT YOU ARE A STUPID BEGGING CUMSLUT THAT ALL SHE CARES FOR IS DICK!" He screamed. My eyes started to water at the words he was using towards me. Stupid...Cumslut... Is that really what he thought about me. "Whitey, I don't even know who he is I just thought that I knew him from somewhere, I have a bad feeling about him and that's why I was staring at him and I had an idea who he was but if ya think I'm a cu-cumslut and have the audacity to hit me then maybe I shouldn't." I said shaking as I slowly walked away from the boy that I love. I couldn't bare it so I grabbed the bottom of my dress and I ran, I ran and ran until I was in the middle of nowhere.

All I remember from that day was Whiteys faint voice chasing after me shouting "I'm so sorry Y/n" and "I didn't mean it I just don't wanna lose ya" but I knew that if he had the guts to call me those names and hit me then he obviously didn't love me as much as I though he did. Didn't love me as much as I loved him. And thats what I believed, little did I know, I was so, so wrong...
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Thank you so much for reading this story. I will probably make a part 2 to this because I think I can make a really cute ending to this. I hope all of you people who don't like violence or language didn't read or are ok because I personally don't think it was that bad but I know different people have different opinions so I hope everyone is ok.

See you all in the next part. Thank you xxxx