Johnny Depp [Character Imagine Stories]

𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔶 𝔗𝔬𝔡𝔡 #1

"You bitch!" You yelled.

"I'm the bitch?" Sweeny replied back.

"Yes! You fucking are! You killed my childhood best friend!" You stomped around the bar to reach Sweeny on the other side, you now being face to face.

"That's what I do! You fucking knew that when we started dating." He shouted in your face.

"God damnit. What if I wanted to make up with him? Huh?" You yelled up to him, his figure towering over you.

"Why the hell would you want to make up with him? You complained about him being fake for months." Sweeny recalled.

"Friends can come back, Sweeny. That's something you'll never understand." You started pushing on him, forcing him towards the door.

"Don't you dare fucking kick me out." He glued his foot to the ground, not budging. He was much stronger than you, so your force got him no where.

"Get out!! You can.. come back later I guess. Get the hell out." You pointed towards the door.

"No. I live here too. Come on, it's α big place, we can distance." He reasoned.

"I hate you. I want our bedroom, go somewhere else." You stomped away, turning towards the marble staircase.

"Fuck off." He yelled as you slammed the door shut. You fell onto the bed, and sighed.

'Was I too.. mean...?' You wondered as you lay back your side of the bed. 'No.' You confirmed. He slashed your old friends throat. He was gone forever. You started tearing up as your memories with Ryder flooded back to you.

Sweeny POV:

I killed him for Mrs. Lovett. I used to have my shop right above hers, but when y/n and I started dating, and we finally got great income, we moved our things. Mrs. Lovett stayed on Fleet Street, but me and y/n moved into the mansion on Cesar Road. This made it much more difficult to transport the bodies for Mrs. Lovett's pies, but it still worked out. Just α little bit of α drive.

Mrs. Lovett texted me saying that the shop would be good on supplies for the rest of the day, so should I have killed... what's his name... Ryder? No. I shouldn't have. But he started asking too much questions about y/n and it pissed me off.  y/n even told me that he said he 'used' to like her.
With how much questions he asked, I think he definitely still did.

I hated when me and y/n argued. It meant she would ignore me, and be dry. Which meant no love. Which meant hell. I love her with my life, but when she does this... ugh. I wish I could just snap and make everything go away. Her anger towards me, pain, sorrow, anything and everything.
Yes, I'm quite selfish, and rude, and... α murderer, but she changed me. She lit something in me that was absent my entire life. All I cared about was her.