Thomas Sangster Imagines

#12 Fight To The Death (Part 2/2)

You walked along the streets in the dark, everything was a blur in that moment. Moments, Memories, slowly came into your head. You had been distance to Thomas lately, that's true. You had been so caught up with work and friends, you hardly payed attention to Thomas anymore.

You called your best friend Dylan as tears threatened to poor out of your delicate eyes.

"hello?" a sleepy raspy voiced Dylan answered the phone.

"D-Dyl-Dylan he-he cheated on m-me th-then he hit m-me" You said crying, you couldnt choke back those tears anymore.. you wouldnt.

"Y/N where are you? I'm coming to get you" He said strictly, the sleep was instantly removed from his voice and you could tell he was concerned deeply.

The next thing you remember you were sitting on Dylan's living room floor with him watching a movie off netflix, though you weren't really watching, you were talking.

"Do you think he meant what he said?" You said sadly

"I think he was intoxicated, i think he knew what he did was wrong even when he did it. I think you should talk to him when you're ready." Dylan spoke softly, sympathy running through his voice. Though you didnt want sympathy, you wanted the truth, the dead strict truth no matter how much it hurt.

Your cheek pounded like there was a pulse in your cheek, A large bruise was now spread across your pigmented skin. You couldnt help but wonder what could have drove Thomas to do that, sure you could say the excuse was because he was drunk but you didnt want to do that, people dont just hit someone they used to love.

You laid your head on a pillow, staring ahead of you into a black abyss, and slowly, you fell asleep.

The next morning was a blur, you awoke at 4am, screaming, crying and shaking. You had been dreaming, dreaming of Thomas, remembering when you both went to the cafe and he had disappeared, then you remembered last night, you remembered his fist connecting with your cheek and the words that spit from his mouth.

Dylan held you there, rubbing your back, making a shh noise to calm you down. But nothing worked. You just needed to cry.

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You had been staying at Dylans for a week now, you went to work the last 2 days and somehow it seemed to make you feel better.

You were over the crying and yelling, you didnt have dreams as often either.

You were sitting at Dylan's while he was out with Ki Hong. Suddenly, your phone began to ring.

"Hello?" You said with a fake happy voice.

"Hello Y/N, I was wondering if you could tell me why Thomas hasnt been to work in more an a week? He wasn't answering his cell so i called you" The perky lady on the other end asked, your heart stopped for a few seconds.

"Uhm.. Im not sure, let me get back to you on that" You spoke strictly and tough, trying to process everything around you. You hung up seconds after that and stared in front of you. You immediately dialed Thomas's number, hoping he would pick up. But just your luck, he didn't pick up. He had called you hundreds of times the first couple days you were at Dylans and suddenly one day after leaving you a certain voicemail he just stopped.

You got extremely worried, you threw on a hoodie and brushed out your straight hair swiftly then ran out of the house, you borrowed Dylan's skateboard and jumped on it, pushing your right foot on the ground to get momentum. Thomas and your apartment wasn't very far away so it didn't take you long to spot your apartment building. You walked fast, not too fast of course but you definitely moved at an efficient pace. You approached your apartment, number 34. You inhaled and exhaled deeply thinking about all the bad things that could happen with you walking in there.

You shook your head, removing all the thoughts from your head. In a fast pace you unlocked your door and opened it, revealing an extremely dark messy apartment. The curtains were blocking any possible light from coming into the room. Empty glass beer bottles scattered across the tables and floor, a broken picture laying on the ground. You picked it up slowly, it was a picture of Thomas and you kissing underwater, you remembered that day, that day you and the whole scorch trials cast went to the beach. It was an amazing day. But the glass that covered the picture was shattered, almost as if it was punched. Knuckle indents in the glass the same way that you had knuckle indents in your cheek not so long ago.

"Thomas?" You spoke softly, walking towards the living area, hoping he was alright. You approached the sofa where you saw the figure of your beaten down boyfriend passed out. He looked horrible, absolutely horrible. Deep black bags surrounding his eyes, his eyes were puffy as if he had been crying less than an hour ago. He was wearing the same thing he had been wearing days before when you left him. Though his fist was beaten, both fists were beaten. One was bruised, the other was cut.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you realized he had punched the picture of you and him. You couldnt blame him though.

You sat on the edge of the sofa staring at him and you couldnt help the feeling of sadness rushing through your veins. You slid a hand onto his shoulder, shaking him lightly.

"Thomas.." You said softly, hoping that he would wake up.

Suddenly his body seemed to jump up slightly, tears immediately threatening to fall out of his brown eyes. He turned to look at you, his eyes were bloodshot from crying as if he had only been asleep for 15 minutes.

"Y-Y/N?" He said quietly and stuttered his words.

"I'm here.. " You said exhaling deeply, relief washed over you knowing that he was alright.

Tears started to pour out again as he couldnt control them. Just seeing you, being reminded of what he did, it killed him inside.

You pulled him into a hug, adjusting yourself on the couch so his head was on your chest, you ran your fingers through his sandy blonde hair, trying to calm him down.

"shh.." You said holding him as he cried.

"I'm sorry- I'm s-so sorr-sorry- Its a-all my fau-fault" He cried, making your t-shirt wet slightly. "I hate myself" He spoke sadly, you could hear the meaning behind his words and your heart broke for him. You knew he loved you and he made a mistake.

"Thomas shh.. its alright.. i'm back, i'm here okay?" You said looking down at his beaten body.

He couldnt control the tears from falling, he looked up at you slowly, his hair messy and his eyes all red and puffy "I'm sorry" He said as a single tear

rolled down his cheek "i never should ha-" He began to ramble on with apologies so you interrupted him by pressing your lips to his.

He immediately kissed back, the tears gradually stopped falling as he sat there for the very few moments he got to hold you again, feel your soft lips on his again.

"I'm Back.."

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