Tom Hardy Character Imagines

A Mother's Love (Part Three)- Reggie Kray x OFC

The car came to a stop and Reggie allowed himself a few moments to just watch the pair of them. His son and his... his what? She was his nothing, was she? And whose fault was that?

Evelyn had nodded off about twenty minutes before they arrived and even in sleep, she looked like she bore the weight of the world on her shoulders. Then again, he supposed she did. After all, she had been forced to leave her family and her home to start a new life somewhere else to raise her child alone. She'd had to deal with not only the physical and emotional pressures of being a single mother with no family, but also the financial one.

The more minutes he spent with Evelyn, the more disgusted he felt at himself. Reaching over and brushing the hair back from little Reggie's face, he let out a sigh. He was going to fix this. He didn't know but he wouldn't let her do this on her own anymore. He wasn't saying that he expected a relationship with her, although deep in his heart of hearts that was what he wanted, but he hoped she would at least allow him to continue to be in his son's life and hers.

"Are we here?" Evelyn opened her eyes once she realised the car was no longer moving and found Reggie looking at her with an unreadable expression. "What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head.

"Reg," she pulled a face.

"I just..." he shook his head and looked out of the window screen where a few of the children at the end of the road were playing football. "Remember that summer when it was roasting hot and we had a football match with all the kids on the field? You didn't wanna play but you sat and read your book at the side of the field. That fat kid from Baker Avenue kicked the ball and it landed slap bang right in your face and your nose started pouring with blood."

"I remember," she nodded. "Ruined my book all the blood, and then my sister saw it all and fainted on the floor."

"Was a fucking disaster, wasn't it?" Reggie chuckled.

"I miss her, you know," Evelyn said sadly. "My sister. And my parents. Everything was so much easier back then wasn't it?"

"Until I fucked your life up along with mine?" Reggie muttered.

Evelyn didn't have an answer. She wanted to be kind and tell him that he wasn't responsible but that would be a downright lie, and they both knew it. She hadn't seen her family in three years and it was only because she bumped into a very old friend last year that she knew her parents and sister had left the East End a few weeks before that. They had never even told her, but then again why would they? She was dead to them after all.

"Do you know where they went to?" she saw the surprise on Reggie's face when he realised she knew about them having moved.

"I...uh, no," he answered honestly. "I can find out though if it would make you happy."

Would it make her happy? Would it make her happy to know where they lived and where they spent their days, only to know she could never be a part of their lives again? That she could never turn up on their doorstep and expect them to greet her with open arms?

"Nah," Evelyn shook her head eventually. "I don't think there's any point. They know where to find me if they choose to."

Reggie could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn't bitter about it in the slightest. She just seemed dejected instead, and Reggie decided he would have preferred her anger over the sad acceptance written across her face. He couldn't say anything else though because the front door opened and out came Ronnie, eyeing the car with his usual scowl.

Ronnie was hurt and Reggie knew that. Ronnie was hurt because no matter how much he and his brother argued, which was a lot to be fair, there was one thing they had never ever done to each other; lie.