100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Country (Hank)

A/N: I don't own the song lovesick blues, which is the song in italics, just need to make that clear. Like the poetry chapter this is based off a song and I think it is one of 2 or 3 hank chapters in this book. I would've done more but I have more ideas for other characters.😢 That photo tho.

Your cheatin' heart
Will make you weep
You'll cry and cry
And try to sleep
But sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you

I couldn't help it. It was too much, and I couldn't handle the thought of having to pick up the pieces that Hank left lying around. He is an alcoholic and I am not prepared to take care of him and my children.

When tears come down
Like falling rain
You'll toss around
And call my name
You'll walk the floor
The way I do
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you

I couldn't have fun while Hank drank. He would go to therapy and rehab but would always resort back to drinking.

"Hank please."

"What doll? It's only one drink," he slurred and smiled.

"Out of the 8 you've already had... I'm going out," I picked up my purse and left him to drink his sorrows away. Which is when it happened.

I had gotten a little drunk myself and decided to take my feelings out on the first man that laid eyes on me.

Your cheatin' heart
Will pine some day
And crave the love
You threw away
The time will come
When you'll be blue
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you

I miss him... of course I did. Like I said I couldn't help it. I was too hurt by what he was doing to himself that I just needed something... to distract me from my life, I guess.

I confessed everything to him, I felt horrible. I had to tell him everything.

"Hank..." I said, fear rising in my voice. I almost choked his name out.

He comes over to me and looks me in the eyes, "my y/n what's wrong? Who's hurt? Are the children-"

"They're fine Hank... we need to talk, it's important." I tried my hardest not to cry, I didn't want to. He nodded and lead us to the couch. We sat down and I took his hand.

"I'm sorry Hank, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I just-"

"whoa, whoa doll slow down. What happened?" He looked deep into my eyes; he was so worried about me. But I was about to break him, and I knew he would never trust me again.

"Hank..." tears began to flow and I took a deep breath to brace myself, "I was drunk... I slept with another man."

The words came out painfully slow, guilt flooded my mind and all I felt like doing was begging him to forgive me. Hank removed his hand from mine, got up from the couch and stood by the fireplace with his back towards me. I could tell he wanted to scream at me, I deserved it, but he stayed silent and thought about what I'd said.

"Leave."

When tears come down
Like falling rain
You'll toss around
And call my name
You'll walk the floor
The way I do
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you

"I heard the song," I said from behind his door. The rain was heavy, almost purposefully hurting me for my actions.

"I know I was wrong; I shouldn't have done it and I'm not going to blame anyone other than myself. I should've handled it better, but I didn't. I didn't do it to hurt you or for you to think I didn't love you because I do. It was a mistake and I regret every minute of it... please Hank. I'm sorry... I love you."

I stood by the door and hoped he would come to it and answer. He did eventually answer, but he didn't look the same. So frail, pale, and thin like he hadn't eaten in a week. He rested on the frame to keep himself up.

"God Hank..." I breathed, "I'm sorry- I did this to you-"

"No y/n, you didn't this was me. I love you, I'm sorry I made you leave."

A/N: I know this one didn't really fit the word much but I thought the connection was the music and the word because it's country music. If you think it was a bad connection, so do I and I feel like I repeated myself a lot with what y/n was saying. It's late and I don't really have much inspiration at the moment. Please share your thoughts. ❤