TMR/TBS Imagines

Thomas // Money

"Just get out!" Thomas screamed at me. We were in another argument, they seemed to be happening a lot lately.

He had been coming home tipsy or drunk every night and I was tired of it. So I asked him to stop which turned into him screaming back at me. I knew he was just drunk so I took every word he threw at me. I loved him and I knew fighting back wouldn't help but I was tired of this.

Tired of being drained of energy trying to keep this relationship going. Tired of fixing the house after he stumbles into it drunk, knocking things over. Tired of crying for hours after one of his screaming matches which he doesn't remember the next day. Tired of being with an alcoholic.

"Fine. But I'm not coming back," I said as grabbed my jacket and purse. I was serious about not coming back. I was done with this. I would collect my things another time, maybe I'll make Dylan and Ki Hong help me.

"Wait (Y/N)-" he begged at the door as if suddenly the alcohol left his body. I just opened the door, sucking on my lip to stop from crying as I closed the door behind me.

As I left the hall of our apartment, I could hear loud crashes and grunts come from it. All I did was shutter and finish the ever so long walk to my car.

As i threw my things into the back seat, a hand clamped over my mouth. I honestly had no idea who it was considering Thomas had never covered my mouth before, so I rammed my elbow into he attackers stomach and tried running up the front of the car.

Another body stood in the way and this time their grip was stronger on my mouth, muffling my screams. The attacker put his arms around my stomach and dragged me backwards as I saw two more men pick up the man on the floor.

I was dragged down the alleyway between my apartment complex and the other when I was pushed violently against the wall. A hand was pressed over my shoulder pushing me against it as a man came around the corner with two men trailing behind.

"Ah if it isn't my favorite girl," the taller man said from the center after fixing his white suit.

"Who are you?" I grunted as I pulled against the hands pressing me into the wall.

"That's not of importance. What is is who you are. Your boyfriend owes me a lot of money," the man spat. I felt myself loose every ounce of anger turning into either hurt or fear.

"So?" I asked shaking now.

"So," he chuckled while drawing out the vowel. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small knife with the handle painted red. "So I'm gonna give you two options. Either I use this and make lines on your pretty body, or my hands touches that pretty body."

My mouth fell open as I searched for words. So I was either to be tortured or raped because my alcoholic boyfriend owed this douche money? Somehow I felt like I deserved this.

"No answer?" He grinned and flashed his yellow teeth.

"Please just let me go. You need Thomas not me," I begged as I felt the tears filling my eyes no matter how hard I tried swallowing them.

"Oh this isn't about Thomas. No your ex-boyfriend. The one who broke your heart yet still loves you." I felt the anger rising in me again.

My ex-boyfriend from three months ago was named jack. He was an alcoholic, a hundred times worse than Thomas, and abusive. He cheated on me after a two month relationship with some girl from a bar. It didn't hurt as much since it gave me a reason to leave him and run to my best friend and long time crush Thomas. We've been together ever since.

"I haven't seen that bastard in months and you're gonna hurt me cause of it?" I found myself yelling.

"I've decided. We're doing both," the man hissed as hands slammed into my stomach. I hunched over before being pushed back against the wall, knocking the air from me.

As I struggled to catch my breath, hands gripped my shirt as it was ripped off me. I was still gaining my breath that I couldn't fight back as the man put his lips on my neck.

"Stop! Stop!" I croaked as I pushed against his chest but he hadn't moved an inch. He bit on my neck as another hand glided down my stomach and over my crotch.

"Stop! Please!" I screamed finally gaining my voice. Another hands slipped into my pants as I pushed against the wall hoping it would move but to no avail.

"Get off her!" Someone yelled but the men continued to reach into my bra.

Suddenly one of the men was ripped off me leaving my arm free. I slammed it into the attackers face, the one who had his lips on my neck. He stumbled back before a fist connected with his cheek. Then another, then another until the man lay unconscious and bloody on the ground. Three men lay on the floor unconscious and the last had ran off.

I finally looked at who was the one saving me. Thomas. He had bloodshot eyes and battered knuckles as he scammed me for any injuries.

"Tommy," I cried as I twisted my hands around his neck.

"I'm sorry baby girl. It's alright now. It's alright," he whispered and hugged me as tight as we could without loosing any more air.

"I-I he-he," I stuttered looking for words but none came.

"Shh baby it's okay. The police will be here in a minute. Just hold on," he said comforting me just with his words.

I couldn't stop crying. Everything in me hurt yet all I wanted to do was hug Thomas even tighter. We heard the sirens of a police car but I wouldn't let go of him.

After thirty minutes of talking to the police, they took away the three guys and decided to have a chat with my ex. All the time I wouldn't let go of Thomas's hand. I probably looked pathetic but I just couldn't find a way to calm myself. My chest ached, my head swirled, my stomach churned and bruised. I just wanted to sleep and forget about it.

"We'll make sure to catch the last one miss. Just go get some rest alright," the police officer said at the door to Thomas and my apartment.

After the door closed I stood with my hands around my stomach. I couldn't move.

"Tommy can-can you-" I whispered as he pulled me into another hug, although I couldn't move myself to hug him back.

"Why don't we go to sleep alright? We can talk all you want tomorrow?" He offered. That's exactly what I wanted. I nodded against him before he grabbed my back and swept me off my feet, literally.

I couldn't help but giggle at him as he set me in the bed. He climbed in beside me and cupped my cheek our locked eyes and suddenly all the pain left.

"I'm so sorry bab-" he began but I cut him off after a soft kiss.

"I love you. Goodnight Tommy," I whispered and snuggled into him as he curled around me with a tear falling in my hair.

"I love you so much. Goodnight love."