Tommy Egan Imagines

Im a drug dealer baby

    I jump up from my sleep hearing a loud banging on my front door. I pick my phone up seeing several missed calls from my ex-boyfriend. I throw on an oversized tee before walking to my front door. I step up on my tippy toes to peek through the peephole.

"Jayla open the fucking door!" I hear Tommy yell on the other side.

  I open the door frustrated that he's here banging on my door and 3:45 in the morning. Tommy comes in dragging a bleeding guy behind him.

"Tommy what the fuck are you doing!" I say quickly shutting the door.

"Jayla he needs help." He says referring to the bleeding man on my floor.

"He needs a doctor Tommy!" I yell back.

"He can't go to the hospital Jayla. Help him!" He yells back.

"Tommy I'm not a fucking doctor!" I say scared

"Jayla he got shot in the stomach. Fucking help him!" He screams.

  I pace the living room weighing my options. If I help him I could lose my nursing license that I worked so hard for, if I don't help him he dies on my living room floor. Then I become an accomplice to a murder which could make me lose my license too!

"Hang in there Bones!" Tommy says applying pressure on the wound.

"Jayla we're losing him!" Tommy yells.

  I run into my bedroom closet pulling out my nursing kit. I grab towels and gloves running back to the living room.

"Move Tommy," I tell him so I can assess the wound.

After thirty minutes the bleeding is under control, the bullet is out, and he's stitched up resting on my couch. I stand in the kitchen drinking coffee as I watch Tommy shove my living room rug in garbage bags.

"Thank you for helping me, Jayla." He says walking over.

  I walk to the fridge grabbing a beer for Tommy. I walk back to my bedroom silently asking Tommy to follow me. Just as he turned around I slapped him hard across the face.

"What the fuck Jayla!" He says rubbing the red spot on his cheek.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Tommy. You broke up with me and I haven't heard or seen you for months. Then you come into my home demanding me to play doctor on some street nigga!" I scream at him.

"If I took bones to the hospital they would've let him die! If he didn't die he'd be in handcuffs and shipped off to County." He says frustrated

"That ain't my problem Tommy," I said plopping down on the bed.

"I'm sorry I scared you," Tommy said sadly

"Scared me? Try traumatizing me." I say rolling my eyes.

"You're a nurse you see worse shit every day." He says smartly

"Yeah in a hospital setting where I have other nurses and doctors helping," I scream at him

"Well, you helped Bones and we both thank you for that."

"Yeah, whatever," I say turning the tv on.

"Let me ask you something." He says grabbing my chin and turning me to face him.

"If you were so upset with me why did you open the door." He asks smirking

  I pause letting his question sink in. The truth was after Tommy and I broke up I still had mad love for him. I always promised to be there for him regardless of our situation. Even though it's been months since I've seen or heard from him I couldn't just let him stand outside my door helpless.

"I promised to be there for you and I always keep my promises," I tell him wiping away a few tears.

"You know I never meant to hurt you." He says sliding closer to me.

"But you did," I say annoyed standing up.

"To keep you safe Jayla." He said taking a deep breath.

  I look up confused at what he meant by that. Tommy and I were together for six months before he randomly broke up with me. He didn't say why he wanted to break up, he just broke up with me and disappeared for three months.

"What do you mean Tommy," I ask confused.

"I sell more than just a lil dope." He says standing. He walks over to me holding my face in his hands.

"Say something," he says making me realize just how speechless I was.

  I look away confused trying to understand exactly what he meant by "more than a little dope". I knew Tommy sold drugs but he told me it was nothing serious. He promised I would never be in any danger and he would always protect me.

"W-what does that mean Tommy?" I ask him sitting down on the ottoman in the corner. I could feel my heartbeat quicken and my hands get shaky.

"Bones works for me. So does Big Smurf, BG, Dmac, Marshall, and a lot of other people." He says walking over and squatting down in front of me.

"I'm one of the biggest drug dealers here in Chicago baby." He says with a smile.

  My heart stops hearing him say those words out loud. Has he lied to me about our whole relationship? What else has he lied about? Does he really love me? Will he really protect me when times get crazy? Am I in over my head? All these questions flow through my mind and I don't have the answers to them.

"Jayla say something." He says shaking me from my thoughts.

"Get out." Is all I could muster myself to say.

"Jayla I- " he started to say.

"Get the fuck out, Tommy!" I say hitting him in the chest.

"Get Skeleton or whoever off my couch and get the fuck out of my apartment!" I yell through tears.

  Tommy grabs my hands stopping me from hitting his chest. I break down crying not believing I fell in love with a kingpin. Tommy pulls me into a hug before squeezing me tightly.

"Get off me Tommy, please" I cry out trying to push him off.

"I love you, Jayla." He says kissing my forehead. He slowly releases his tight grip with a sad look.

  I watch as he walks in the living room seeing Bones wide awake on the couch.

"Let's bounce bones." He tells him as they walk to the front door.

"Thank you, Jayla." Bones tells me before grabbing the garbage bag filled with bloody objects and leaving behind Tommy.

  I quickly lock the door behind them before running back to my room and locking myself in.
Here I am yet another night laying in bed crying over Tommy Egan.