Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences// Under Editing

Tornado Meets Hurricane- Thomas Imagine

Warning- includes drugs and cutting. 

You were mad, this was the final straw. 

"Fuck off, Thomas." You said, lowly. You were slamming your stuff into a suit case. "I told you for the last time that I wouldn't put up with it anymore." 

"You're over reacting." He tried to convince you otherwise. 

"I am not... This is the second time." 

"That's not that many..." 

You stormed up to him. You slammed your fist to his chest. He caught your fist, holding it in his hands. "I don't care how many it is! One is too much!" 

He rolled his eyes this time, you were being over dramatic. "You've done it before." You looked at him hurt. "Twice actually."

You started to tear up, "I don't want to leave you, Tommy. I don't." 

"Then stay." 

"I can't do that either." 

"Yes." 

"I am not living in the house where you repeatedly fucked my sister! And my college roommate!" You screamed at him. You couldn't take it anymore. 

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. "Take what you want." 

"I want to leave." 

"Take my heart, but please at least stay with me." 

You continued kissing, you started to make out. At first, you were against the wall. Now, you are on the couch cuddled up. "This is the last time." 

He nodded, and kissed the top of your head. "Don't worry... I won't hurt you anymore." 

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You woke up to a cold bed. You saw the spot next to you empty. You knew what Thomas was doing. He was taking more pills. You walked into the bathroom. 

"You said you wouldn't hurt me..." You said, looking at him. 

"You are one to talk, (Y/N)." He pulled out a bloody razor from the trash can. "This hurts every time you do it. It makes me feel as though I am not satisfying you and your need to be happy." He grabbed your hand, showing your recently cut wrists. 

He looked down at them, he gently rubbed a hand over top of it. You let out a small hiss. "Thomas... Don't start this." He shook his head. 

"No... I want to know why you are so unhappy." He looked at you expectantly. You didn't respond, you couldn't explain it. "Please." 

"I can't." You murmured. He pulled you to his chest. 

"Don't worry, baby." 

"Can we make a deal?" You asked him, your arms around him and his arms around you. "I-I'll try to s-stop my habit. I-if you s-stop yours." You offered to him, referring to the drugs and cutting. 

"That's going to be hard." He told you, he knew first hand how hard it was to stop drugs. He tried so many times.  You have tried a few times together. "I'll get angry at you, sometimes." 

"I just want you to be healthy and good, back on your feet again." 

"As long as I'm with you, think'll definitely change, baby doll." You smile into his chest. "Good, that's exactly what you need. 

But you didn't know, what happens exactly when the Tornado is going to meet the Hurricane. 

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So, I haven't been updating. I don't have much use to, I am trying to help out my family with my mom gone. I've been forgetting and all of this other stuff. I'll update again tonight. I thought you needed a Thomas image.