Norman Reedus Imagines

| NR drunk argument (part 2)

It had been weeks since you last saw Norman, the day you left him and took off.

4 | Norman Reedus imagine - Drunk Argument part 2

You was living at your parents for the time being, you had to think everything through before you made what would be the biggest decision of your life up to date.

Norman kept calling, and sending texts. You gave up after he was arguing with you because you wouldn't come home, he told you he was coming to look for you but you didn't believe it. 'He'd be too busy to look for me as he's filming season 8.' You told yourself.

For the first time since you left Norman's you took a bath, gross but you drained, depressed, you couldn't get out of bed. You stared at your body in the mirror; you was beginning to get skinner.

You wasn't looking after yourself at all, when you lost Norman, you lost everything.

After your bath you got your bags ready, and got ready to leave your parents house to talk things through with Norman, hoping to give him another chance depending how he reacts to wanting to go on a weeks break.

Getting into your car you thought someone was watching you, shrugging it off you carried on driving to Norman's.

Half way there you had to stop the car, the hairs stood up on your neck as you imagine different scenarios in your head.

Trying to escape fast a hand grabbed you, pulling you.
Looking up it wasn't Norman; it wasn't anyone you had ever seen before.

He reached out a pocket knife and held it up to your throat.
"Give me your money bitch." He hissed, gripping you tighter.

You ignored him and screamed out for help, he slammed your head against the concrete, making you dizzy and your vision a blare.

- time skip -

Waking up you was back in your bed, freaking our Norman was sat beside you, his eyes were red and puffy from all the crying.

Instead of going mad and being moody you grabbed Norman, pulling him into a deep hug and kissing his neck softly.

"Thank you." You cried, "I'm so sorry. I love you."

Norman sobbed softly, kissed your head "I'm sorry too. I'm going to get help I promise. Please don't leave me." He croaked.

You couldn't turn him down..he just saved you, but..will he keep his promise?

Norman looked at you with the most pleading look you've ever seen, "please." He begged.

Taking a deep breath you nodded, "last chance." You cried, rubbing away his tears.

"I won't let you down."

The whole night you both cried in one another's arms, talking about how much you missed one another and making plans for the future together.