Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagines.

87) Tragedy.

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It's been so long since I actually updated😭 I'm so sorry! Ima start getting back on this now, sorry guys 💙💙💙

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(Y/N)'s POV.

It had been a very long day at work and I was about to head home when I got a text from my husband Thomas.

-Hey babe, picked Crissy up. Just got home, hope you won't be long x- I read with a smile on my face as I headed towards the car park. I texted back but almost walked into a lamppost while doing so.

-Hi love, on my way now just getting to the car. Will be 10 mins tops xx😘-

-Okay xxxx💞- I put my phone in my handbag and put that in my boot so that I wouldn't get distracted. That's always been my biggest fear, a car crash. I got to the main junction which was only five minutes away from my house when I heard my phone ringing from in the boot.

"Shit, thought I put that on silent." I said to myself as I stopped at the lights. The phones ringing subsided after a few seconds but it kept ringing. It rang about five times and kept on ringing after that so I had to stop as I could tell it was urgent. I pulled over into the Asda carpark and swung my boot open. Because of the dodgey roads round by my house, my bag had been bounced around a bit and so had everything inside so I had to rummage for my phone, it didn't take long though because once I opened the boot it started ringing again, and it didn't stop so I was able to follow the light and sound. Eventually I picked it up but the number died the second I did. I looked at the lock screen and it said I had eleven missed calls from Thomas. This made me worried. I called back straight away and whoever was on the other side answered immediately.

"Hello? Thomas?! Is everything okay?!" I yelled in the middle of the car park, I didn't care though. My husband could've been in trouble. I heard a huff from the other side of the phone and as he spoke, his voice sounded strained slightly.

"(Y/N)! Hi... Ugh... Where are you?" He stuttered, but it didn't sound like him.

"Thomas, are you okay?" I asked sternly avoiding his question.

"Honey, where are you?" He repeated, this time in a harsher tone.

"I'm at the Asda carpark, now are you okay?!"

"Stay there, don't come home."

"DAMMIT THOMAS! ARE YOU-" The line went dead and I was left there in shock. When he answered the phone, he sounded distressed then all of a sudden he avoided my question and told me to not even come home. Something bad was happening, and I had to go find out. I pulled up outside my house and carefully shut my car door. The weather had grown foggy and the sky turned overcast, I knew something bad was going to happen. I crept up the stairs to our front door and gently pulled down the handle. The door clicked open and drifted forwards slowly. The corridor ahead was dark and dreary which was unsettling at a time like this. Normally when it's dark outside, Crissy (our daughter) would get upset and ask for the lights to be turned on. I scanned the corridor but I couldn't make out much, just a few scattered papers on the floor but that was normal round our house since I work in an office and also have a four year old child. I hesitantly took a step into my house, the torch light on my phone ready. The floorboard underneath me creaked and I held my breath, thinking I was going to get attacked if I was heard, which at the time seemed like a stupid idea since I had no clue what was truly going on. I tiptoed slowly through the house and into the living room. There was pitch black as well. The curtains were drawn, which was also unusual at a time like this, and an eerie breeze drifted through the house. I'd left the front door open but normally the heating was on, and it wasn't when I arrived. I shivered with fright of the situation and called out Thomas' name through a whisper. "Thomas... Are you in here?" No answer, but I was met with heavy breathing which made jump slightly.

"(Y/N)..." I heard, barely audible but I knew who's voice it was. I flicked the light switch on and gasped in horror at the sight before me. Thomas was laying in the far corner of the room, handcuffed to the radiator and covered in blood. Some furniture in the living room had also been torn up and I noticed Thomas clutching his left side tightly. I ran over to him and slid by his side as tears began to pour from my eyes.

"THOMAS! No... No no no no no! Please! P-W-Wait?! What happened here?.." I squeaked. His face looked drained and his eyes droopy. His dried out lips quivered as he opened them to answer.

"Worry about me later-" I cut him off.

"No Thomas! Have you seen yourself!" He shook his head heavily and spoke again.

"You have to go find Crissy... She's..." He didn't have the energy to speak so he just lifted his finger slightly, gesturing to upstairs.

"Be careful." I cried and I kissed his head lightly before leaving the room. I reached the bottom of the stairs and hesitated. 'How had that happened? What happened? Should I call the police?!' All these questions raced around my head, but I had to keep my priorities in order. I needed to see if my little girl was okay. Before I went upstairs, I quickly headed into the kitchen. I grabbed out biggest meat cleaver and told myself only to use it in self defence, just in case I accidentally swung it if a door opened. I took each step extremely carefully but eventually reached the top. Like I did downstairs, I called out Crissy's name within a whisper. "Chris... Christina! Are you okay? It's mummy, I'm here. Don't worry love..." No answer. I slowly advanced towards her room and pushed open the door. It was completely dark up there too so I just slammed her light on. The room lit up and I jumped back in fright...