Not So Happy Ending (Part 3)
TRIGGER warnings: Swearing, Heartbreak, Slight domestic violence, little blood,
A/N: So, first I wanna thank the amazing @kingquackdaddy for her help with this part. Another thing is yes I am slowly getting back into writing again, so sorry if you've requested something and I haven't gotten to it yet, but I promise I will try my best. This is the last part of this series.oh and btw I changed my username! ps. go follow my Instagram @joyless_holland
I CHANGED MY USER SO NOW I HAVE TO REMAKE MY MASTERLIST
“Darling, it’s me, Tom.” I try again, holding her hand tightly in my grip “I’m sorry…Tom, I don’t remember you.” She says sadly, taking her hand from mine. “Please.” I whisper thickening the lump in my throat. “Tom?” A voice from outside turns my attention “A moment?” The doctor says holding a clipboard. Standing, I look back once at the love of my life, the woman I failed. She didn’t remember me. There is an empty spot in her mind where memories of us belong. The world is playing a cruel joke on me, and I’ve had about enough. “What’s taking so long?” I snap as the doctor shuts the door. “I told you when she came to, it would take a while.”
“Two weeks? She remembers everyone, her mother, her sister, even the bloody nurse that treated her as a child, but not me.” The words rush from my mouth as tears sting my eyes again. I’d gotten sick of crying, but I couldn’t help it. “Tom, I’m sorry but…I’ve talked to her mother. It’s time for her to go home. We can’t do anything for her, it’s all up to her and her mind.” Sighing sadly, I look through the small window into Y/n’s room “Have I lost her?” I ask, drying my eyes “The only advice can give is keep trying but even then...beating a dead horse won’t get it to run any faster!” the doctor says with a sad smile giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Sticking the key into the lock, I turn it with a sigh. In the darkness of the apartment, I make my way into the kitchen opening the fridge to pull out a case of Stella’s. I wander to the couch, turn on a random rerun of “Friends”, and start work on drinking away the day's problems.
After the case is gone, the sun had gone completely from the sky. Stumbling back into the bedroom, I strip down and get into bed. As I reach over to Y/n’s side of the bed, the chilling emptiness shatters my heart. Sleep had become a distant memory without her here. What I wouldn’t give to hear her soft breath and not so soft snoring. Her cold skin when she snuggled into me because I stole all the blankets. Drifting off into deep thought exhaustion takes over.
Looking up at the building you feel like you should remember something about it. “Where are we?” You ask as Tom shuts the car door “Home.” He smiles, holding out his hand “It seems familiar but nothing solid.”
A breathy laugh escapes Tom “That’s a start” Leading you over to the kitchen, you run your hand lightly grab an orchid smelling it. “Your favorite.” Tom says with a smile, watching you wander the kitchen “So is anything coming back?” He asks hopefully as you pass the mugs. “Nothing yet…” You stop, staring at a mug with a pink flower on the front, the handle looks as though it was glued back on. Picking it up, something starts coming back. “Wait, this one!” You say with a smile. Walking over, Tom places a hand on your shoulder. “You haven’t picked that one up in months.” He says with a hint of surprise in his tone. “You sure you don’t mean this one?” He says, grabbing the mug you used every day for coffee “No, this one I…got it from.” Your voice trails off in thought. (ok?) Thinking for a moment, you gasp. “I remember!” You exclaim “What?” Tom asks hopefully as you grab your purse. “I have to go see someone, thank you uh…Tom!” You say excitedly, rushing from the apartment.
Jogging down the street, you turn a sharp corner coming to a coffee shop. Walking in, you see that same mug. With a smile you scan the patrons, coming to a familiar mop of hair you quickly walk over. Stopping for a moment, you get a small flash of a memory.
It was you sitting at that table across from that same mop of red hair, drinking coffee from the flowered mug. When the mop knocks it off the table and the handle breaks off. It was your first date, he still sat at the same table.
“Everett?” You whisper as the man turns slowly. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asks standing, staring at you in awe. “I was in an accident, I lost a lot of memories but being here with you just feels right.” You smile as he gestures to the empty seat at the table. “Can I get you a coffee?”
Grabbing my phone, I dial quickly Y/n’s mothers number. Holding to my ear, she picks up in a chipper voice. “Hello Tom, how can I help you?” “Hey Karen, Y/n was over and she saw a mug. It has a flower on it and the handle broke off. Someone glued it back on, but she remembered something. Do you know what?” I rambled to her. “That mug was given to her by her ex-boyfriend. He went away to school and they could make it work so they parted ways. Is everything ok?” Karen asked, concern in her voice. “It’s nothing.” I lied, hanging up the phone a huge lump forms in my throat. Chucking my phone across the room, I heard the screen shatter. Not only did the love of my life not remember who I was she was out with some guy, probably making perfect new memories of her own. Tears burning hotlines down my face as I crumbled to the floor heartbroken.
“God, I haven’t been bowling in forever.” You muse as Everett grabs the door for you. “I can’t believe we were both back here at the same time?” He says, ordering two pairs of shoes. “It’s so good to see you again!” He says, handing you your pair. “I know! It’s like fate brought us together or something.” You smile as he leads you to your lane. The lane next to yours is a group of children, there for a birthday party. As Everett steps up to the score sheet, he writes down your old nickname he used to call you. “I was really nervous to ask you out today. Last I heard, you moved on with some guy.” Everett says, picking up a ball. “I’m glad you asked me!” You smile as he rolls his ball down the lane, hitting only two pins. He frowns. “Ok, so, I’m a little rusty!” Everett jokes as you take his place. Holding the ball in your hand you rolling it down the lane, when your head spins and you stumble a bit. The worlds seemed to freeze, you could hear your heartbeat in your ear. The lights of the alley flashed and blurred as you scanned the vast room. Your eyes focus in on the birthday party, four children smiling bright smiles running around the carpeted floor. Turning to face you is a little boy, tilting your head you look at his t-shirt. “Spiderman”
The words echo in your mind as memories flood back.
A cold muggy morning, a figure places a tray over your legs in bed. “Breakfast, Darling?” It says as your mind clears, the figures features become focused. Next to you lying on his side stealing a piece of bacon off your plate. It was Tom. His hair thrown around from sleep.
A windy park at sunrise, a happy dog running with Tom jumping and barking as he swings around a rope toy. Throwing it towards you, he races Tessa for the toy, beating him she brings it to you. If dogs could smile, hers would have been the biggest and the brightest.
One single tear drips down your face as the memories of that night come back, none of it mattered now. “Hey, Y/n” Everett’s arm wraps around your waist as you snap back into his reality “Oh… I remember. Sorry, but this isn’t right.”
“What?” he asks slightly shocked. His grip on your waist tightens slightly. His eyes burn holes into your head “Everett, I’m so sorry but I have to go. Tom thinks I don’t remember him and if I do he thinks I hate him.” Rage bubbles up in his eyes, it’s something you’ve never see in him. Pushing away from him you grab your bag, pull off your bowling shoes and toss them at the counter.
The elevator ride up to your apartment felt like an eternity, but when the door slide opens you wished it took longer. Walking down the corridor, you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. Sticking the key in the lock, you say small pray to yourself. Pushing the door open you walking, the lights are off and the curtains are closed “Tom, it’s me, Y/n!” You call out, pushing the door lightly. “Tom?” You call again seeing empty beer bottles on the ground. Standing in the living room, you spot something in the corner. Squatting down to investigate, you pick up Tom’s phone, the screen was shattered. Had he done this? You needed to find him! Standing up straight, your eyes wander to the large flat screen tv, in the reflection of the black screen you see someone standing behind you. Taking a shaky breath, you clutch the phone in your hand. Turning quickly, you see Everett standing in the dark his eyes full of rage, jealousy, and something else…lust. “Don’t scream.” He says, his voice deep and hateful. “I know that when I went away to university, you were heartbroken. You miss me, I miss you.” He explains, stepping closer. “Everett, don’t.” You plead with him, backing up against the wall. “I lost you once, I won’t do it again,” Everett growls, diminishing the small space between you. Chucking the broken phone at him, you scramble away. Yelping out as his hand wraps around your arm pulling you into his body.
“Shut up!” He snarls, pinning you against a bare wall. “Please!” You yell out, but he covers your mouth before you can call out more. His hand travels to your zipper as you try to squirm away, his hold on you kept you from freedom. The more you squirmed the tighter his grip became, the feeling of his nails digging into your skin made you scream. Tears poured from your eyes when he grabbed your face and held it to his “Stop, crying you know you want this just as much as I do.” He snarled. Breathing in through your nose, you thrust your head against his… hard. “You fucking…” He said, raising his hand.
Before his fist lands on your face, his arm is caught in the air. His body is ripped off yours, but not without a fight. Burning pain shoots through your arm, looking down you see red lines down your forearm from Everett’s nails. Sliding down the wall, you stare at the scene unfolding in front of you, Tom was wrestling with Everett, fighting for you… your safety. Pushing Everett away, Tom balls up his fist and slams it into Everett’s jaw with a loud crack. He stumbles back wiping the blood from his lip. “Get the hell out!” Tom shouts, making you jump. This caught his attention, he rushes to your side, holding your throbbing arm in your other hand. He looks at the blood from the scratches. “Tom!” You warn as he’s pulled away from you. On the floor, Everett lands a punch before Tom grabs his throat and rolls on top of him “You hurt her, you fucking monster!” Tom (?) snarled. Maybe it was the stress, the beers, or maybe just seeing you like that made him snap. His fists came down time after time as you stood and rushed to pull him off. “Tom, please stop!” You cry, shaking hands gripping his shoulders as he pants. Getting to his feet he holds your wounded arm in his hands. “Oh, darling…” The red he was seeing vanishes, taking in your broken state. His strong, protective arms wrap around you. “Everything is gonna be ok now, Love.” He says, glaring at the unconscious body in front of you. Unable to hold back any longer, the guilt of forgetting your true love, shutting him out, practically leaving him for the asshole who cared nothing for you… you sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry, Tom. I’m so sorry.” You choked out. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. “It’s alright, Love. I’m here.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple.
“That’s badass!” Harry voice disrupting the moment, he gawks at his brother’s bloody knuckles. “What are you still doing here?” You ask shakily, still in Tom’s arms. “Well, I sensed hostility. So, I’m gonna go.” He says with a devilish grin. “I called the cops!” Harry yells from the hall before shutting the door.
After the last officer left, taking the scum bag with them, you sat on the couch with a first aid kit “Are you ok?” Tom asks finally. “Yes, Tom. I’m fine.” You offer a weak smile with a slight chuckle. “I’m so sorry, for everything. For not being here, for not being here that night.” He says a looking up at you with puppy dog eyes “I know, the time to be sorry is over. I’m just glad we’re here now, together.” You kiss the top of his head before dabbing the split on his eye with alcohol. Ripping open a package of band-aids you smile at him “Marry me.” “What!?” You exclaim, looking at him in shock. “Marry me, I love you so much, and hell we’ve been through so much shit. If I have to go through anymore I wanna do it as your husband” he says sheepishly. “You don’t have to answer now but I just…” “Of course!” you blurt out before smashing your lips against his.
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