Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagines

Not anymore Part 1

Y/Ns pov.
I quickly whiped my tears and picked up Newton, my 6 month old son. Thomas opened the door with a sigh and threw his shoes off and bounced on the sofa. Ever since we had Newton- even before- he had been walking out and leaving me for a few days without a warning or dating other girls but I forgave him all the time. This time, he had called me nasty names earlier infront of our son and slapped me before walking out and telling me to get lost and die alone. I dont know how much I can take but I need Newton to have a father. And when Thomas isnt walking out, hes an awesome father and boyfriend. He would cuddle me on his lap and kiss me and tell me hes sorry and to ignore everything he says. He would tell me that he loves me, only me and always me. He says he loves our family more than anything and hes sorry for everything hes ever or will ever done/do.
I believed him but everytime he called me those names... I believed that, too.
"Tom? Have you eaten?" I sniffled. He glanced up and then back down, not looking at all guilty.
"Yeah, at Cale's house." He said.
"Cale?"
"My ex."
"So you was cheating. Again?"
"Look, sorry yeah? I aint got time for this crap. Yeah, just grab me a sandwhich actually." He said.
"Not got time for this crap? This 'Crap' is your family Thomas!" I shouted.
"You dont think I know that?! I obviously know my son! I feel guilty everytime I kiss a woman because it reminds me of my son and you! Y/N, Newt is my life, he really is but you cant expect me to kiss and cuddle him all the time like you!" He yelled back.
"What? Thomas, I expect you to care about him and be a father. Thats what I expect. Not walk off with other women."
He slapped me around the face.
"I said I know!" He barked, "Get me a sandwhich!"
"......Fucking get your own sandwhich."
"You what?" He turned around and glared at me.
"I said fucking get your own you lazy idiot!" I shouted. He punched me so hard in the nose that I felt the blood drizzle down my lips. Not only blood was falling but tears were too. I picked up Newton and ran upstairs to pack mine and his stuff.
"What are you doing?!" Thomas yelled.
"Getting out of here!" I yelled with a sob.
"Y/N! Come on!" I heard him sigh.
I grabbed the suitcase, leaving some clothes behind. Time is precious and so is mine and little Newtons life. I ran downstairs and to the car before realizing I forgot my phone. I put him down in his baby seat at the back before walking inside to see him angrily staring at my phone.
"WHO THE HELLS JAKE?!" He snapped.
"Its not nice, is it?" I said, whiping my tears.
"Who is he?!"
"Hes my cousin! Cool it!" I yelled. He stood up and came closer.
"The only boy my little baby girl can be with is me and Newton." He hissed.
"Oh honestly? The only girl you should be with is me but thats not how it is, is it? I'm never with you because you're too busy with other women!" I yelled.
"Babe, babe." He said over my frustrated, deep breaths. He shushed me.
"Sweetie, I am so sorry. I love you and only you."
"NOT AGAIN THOMAS! I believed you for 13 years. 13!" I shouted, "Not anymore. Its done. We're done.You wanna see Newton, you visit my mum, make sure you are alone and you come in and play with him. Thats how it'll be now. Hes my child, I went through the pain as you sat outside with someone else."
"No. Lets restart-"
"No. No its over."
"Darling just feel my lips-"
"I dont want to kiss you!"
"Just feel my lips and tell me you dont feel anything."
I sighed. He stared at my lips as he bit his own, messing around with his fingers. His hands were wravled around me. He smiled and leaned in, pulling me closer gently. I did feel a spark. I always do. I pulled away and hesitated.
"No. Nothing." I said.
"Sure?" He frowned.
"Sure." I ran outside with my phone and drove to my mothers house before anymore could be said...