If Our Life Was a Movie - Thomas Sangster Fanfic

Y/N ☆ Chapter 11

WARNING: Severe abuse, swearing, sexual harassment

"Fucking slut. How many times have I told you, bitch. When we get home I'm going to show you you're mine,"

Those were the last words he said, before we arrived at the apartment, he never let go of my wrist, it was throbbing in pain. But I was too scared to say anything.

I was powerless, he was powerful.

Once we arrived at the apartment, he pushed me inside and slammed the door. Not even locking it.

He was so angry, his expression burned my vision with its' hatred.

"No one," he pauses, "cheats on me," he says, then he swings his fist towards me, I flinch back, bringing my arms to my face to protect it.

"Bitch!!!" he screams. Aggressively pushing me against a wall, then pinning my wrists above my head, holding them in place with just one hand.

I struggled and squirmed, but it did nothing.

He tugged at his belt, fiddling with it in order to get it undone. Once it released, he pulled it off. Then swung it in the air.

It blew a slight gust of wind before colliding with my skin and puncturing it with the metal part. He does this three more time.

"Stop! P-pleas-please! St-stopp," I cry, my whole body weakening against him.

"Can't even hold yourself up, well I guess we're doing this on the floor then," he says harshly.

"W-wh-what ar-are you going to d-do," I whisper, shakily.

"Your going to wish you hadn't said a word to that boy,"

"I-I can't...take it...not anymore," I struggle to form words, praying he would sympathize.

"I've barely started with you, baby," he says, smacking you with his belt again.

Then, he reaches for my clothes, pulling your shirt off, ripping it like it was a piece of paper.

He folders with my bra, when he can't get it off, he scratches my chest, and mutters a few swears.

Then he moves to my pants, he unbuttons them with ease and pulls them off.

Leaving me in only my underwear.

I continue my struggling, swinging my arms against him, pushing him off me. Kicking my legs, screaming.

Nothing seemed to help.

He whipped the belt against your tender skin one more for good measure, then he ties it on my wrists, binding them together.

Now that I am ready, he unzipped his own fly, then pulled off his own pants, slowly sliding off his underwear.

"No!!! Please don't do this!!" I scream, my voice becoming raw and my throat hurting every time I scream.

"Not this time Y/N, now you're going to feel me inside you! Just like the girl at the club last night," he mutters the last part, leaning on top of me.

You feel utterly uneasy as his bare chest is pressed against yours, I still had my bra on, he wasn't smart enough to get it off.

Now the tears finally kick in, chocking on your own sobs you scream, but my voice is now weak, and the only thing my attempted cries bring are another slap from Jack.

Suddenly, a loud voice startles both of us, the figure shouts a few times but for some reason they are muffled in my ears.

Your boyfriend is knocked off of me and a certain blonde british boy enters my vision.

"This...this whole time..." he says softly.

More and more tears come, as anxiety swirls in my stomach.

"Jesus," he mutters, "why would he do this?" Thomas asks himself, he pulls off his flannel and brings it upon my weak arms, when I don't respond. Just lie on the ground, staring helplessly back at my savior, he wraps me in it, then lifts me off the ground, and carries me out of that apartment.

"Why? Y/N! I can't believe...what what he trying to- ah shit...I just followed you home...I was worried...I didn't expect that," Thomas says as he places me in his car.

"Where are we going?" I ask, in a fearful tone.

He brings his arm up, but I didn't know it was only to run his hands through his hair.

I flinch back. Eves squeezed shut tightly.

He stares back at me, slowly lowering his arm, "Oh Y/N, I- did you think I was going to...hit you," he says, sadness etched in every syllable.

"Thomas?" you whisper, a sudden wave of fatigue and pain floods through me. My vision becomes splotchy, as if you just looked at a bright light and blinked.

"We...we can't...go..." I say breathlessly.

"Go where? There's no way in hell you are staying here," Thomas states.

"to the hospital-" I finish, then the feeling if ally consumes me. And I black out.