Heat Of The Moment - Tommy
requested: Reader gets seriously hurt saving Charlie from being taken/hurt, and how Tommy would react.
a/n: tw for violence & blood
In the heat of the moment. That’s how you’d rationalise it. That’s what you’d tell your mother when you tried to explain it, what you’d offer forward when people praised you for it. It wasn’t bravery, or selfishness. It wasn’t even panic. It was instincts and nothing; your mind had been so blank, you had acted before pausing to consider anything else; you’d done it all in the heat of the moment.
It was a Thursday when it happened. You remembered that because Thursday’s were the only day you worked into the night, prepping the horses for the next day. Tommy let you take Friday’s off, to go home to your family, meaning all jobs had to be done before you left. He didn’t give you that before Grace had passed, things were different after he’d lost her.
You’d been Tommy’s live-in stable-girl for years; you’d moved to the manor house with him, following after his pretty horses and guaranteed payslip. It was the perfect job. You loved the animals, the money, the security.
That night was the first time you’d ever regretted working for him.