Time|| Sweet Pea
request: Sp x reader? Something that really rips your heart out? Maybe ends in fluff? (if this doesnât rip your heart out idk what will) word count: 1,366 warnings: i think swearing, itâs really sad, mentions of drug running and other gang-y stuff
She sat at the kitchen counter in the trailer her fingers tapping gently on the fake granite. Falling in rhythm gently like the rain outside. The clock read ten nineteen. He was due home over an hour ago. It was a simple run-in Greendale, same as every Thursday night. Leave around seven forty-five make it home around nine. Itâd been like this for months now that FP had got them caught up in the running business by accident. Tonight felt different to her though, he didnât ever forget to call. It didnât matter if he was bleeding out on the side of the road he always called her. He always let her know what he was doing and time stamps on when he would be home. She sat there for half an hour trying to convince herself that he had got caught up in the rain. Light rain meant wet roads which could mean rough driving conditions, even in the truck. Her mind raced, each thought made laps in her head. Spinning around like tires on ice. Something was wrong. He didnât ever forget to call.
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