suicide squad imagines

boomerang | 066

prompt: "go then, leave! see if i care!"

you were cleaning around your apartment, after realising how messy it had gotten in the last couple of weeks. you, nor your husband digger had bothered to clean it up but today you made it your number one priority. you had started with the kitchen, moved onto the living room and were now currently cleaning your bedroom. it wasn't too much of a mess, mostly dirty clothes and empty beer cans here and there. as you were making the bed, you heard a thump as though something had fallen.

confused, you looked around on the floor trying to see if you could find anything. when that failed, you dropped down onto your knees and looked under the bed. you smiled, as you saw a small black bag sitting on the floor and grabbed it. it wasn't too heavy, but it did seem like there was quite a bit in the bag. you wasted no time in opening it, almost desperate to see what was inside. you reached in and grabbed onto the first thing you could find, and pulled it out. your heart dropped slightly when you saw what it was. money. you tipped the bag upside down, to find out the bag was full of money.

you looked at all the money that was now on the floor, shocked at how much was there. there was at least $/£10,000. you groaned, starting to feel pissed off when you realised where the money must've come from.

a couple of months ago, you had a talk with digger about the robberies he did. you told him you wanted him to stop, as you didn't want to lose him when he got caught. even though you hated to admit it, you knew if he carried on he would end up getting caught and put in prison. after a few hours of arguing, you finally managed to convince him to agree with you. he promised he would stop gradually, which you kind of understood. trying to stop robbing to him was like trying to stop smoking, it only happened gradually. over the past months, he began stealing less and less. only a couple of thousands, which lead to hundreds which then led to little items that weren't worth much. you actually thought you had helped him stop, until now.

you were hurt and angry. you thought he loved you enough to listen to you and stop robbing like you had asked him too. but this clearly stated otherwise. you shoved the money back in the bag and placed it on the bed, you decided to talk to digger about it when he got home. whilst you waited, you decided to carry on cleaning as you thought it might help clear your mind a little.

you had just finished wiping the drawers when you heard the front door slam shut. you stopped what you were doing and turned your head towards the bedroom door as you heard footsteps walking up the stairs. you saw your husband, wearing the familiar blue jacket walk towards the bedroom. a smile made its way onto his face when he saw you standing in the bedroom.

"hey darlin', you alright? you seem a little down" he asked, whilst he shut the bedroom door behind him, "you been cleanin? it looks good-"

he stopped talking, as he saw the black bag sat on the bed. he muttered something under his breath, which you guessed wasn't very nice. he then looked back at you, a hint of guilt in his eye.

"listen darlin', i am so sor-"

"don't dare say sorry! you promised me you wasn't going to do this anymore and i actually believed you, god i'm such an idiot!" you yelled, throwing your arms around in frustration.

"well what do you expect? aye? you can't change me! this is who i am, i don't wanna stop stealin! i like it!" he yelled back, seeming just as angry as you.

"what happens when you slip up? and get caught? i'll be left on my own and i don't want that! you're not going to be able to get away from the cops forever digger! and i'm not gonna stay here and wait for you to get taken away" you told him, feeling yourself getting teary.

"go then, leave! see if i care!" he shouted, slamming his hand on the wall making you jump.

you shook your head, before grabbing your jacket that laid on the back of the chair and quickly putting on some flats. you then stormed downstairs, wiping away the tears that had fallen before swinging open the front door and slamming it behind you. you didn't know where you were going, but anywhere was better for you right now.

you jumped as you felt a hand grab you and pull you back. you swung your head around to see digger, looking regretful but it only made you roll your eyes. you pulls your arm back and carried on walking.

"y/n, wait please! i didn't mean it, i love you!"

"if you loved me you would've stopped like i asked you to" you responded.

"i fucked up, alright? i admit it! but its hard for me, i've been doing this most my life its hard to give it up. can't you understand that?"

you nodded your head slowly, taking a step closer to digger.

"yes i understand, but can you at least try? for me"

"only if you come back"

you laughed, nodding at your husband.

"of course i will silly"

THE ENDING IS RUSHED IM SORRY