Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 72

The next few weeks passed Fiona by with minimal crying, mostly because she just couldn't produce anymore. She had written some words in her notebook and crossed some out. She figured she would try to make sense of them at some point and see where it got her.

She spent more time with friends and her sisters, mostly Callie since there were a lot of options in New York City. Celebrating Callie's completion of her law school internship, the two hopped from bars and clubs throughout the village but Fiona insisted on catching the last train home from Grand Central at just after midnight. The train was quiet and practically empty as she sat in the window watching a blur of lights pass by. When she unfocused her eyes, it was just her staring at her reflection. The sight disappointed her. She reached in her purse and took a sip from the metal flask Callie gave her for the trip home.

The conductor announced the next stop and Fiona tucked the canteen away and stood up. She walked toward the door holding onto the rail as it came to a stop. She stepped out onto the platform, the warm stagnant August air greeted her. She was supposed to call for a ride before getting off but forgot while in her self pity reverie. She sat down on a bench only illuminated by one tall lamp post, while she called. As she told the driver the name of the station, she realized she got off at the wrong stop. It was her old stop near her and Tom's house. She should have ridden it at 7 more stops to her mom's town.

There surely wouldn't be another train coming through for at least 5 more hours for the morning commuters, and even then getting a northbound train would be another hour or so. She clearly couldn't wait on the dark and deserted platform until then. She continued ordering the cab and sat back thinking of how much it would cost to go another 30 miles or so, if the driver even would take her that far. She thought about calling Tom, he was just down the road. He'd bring her home to her mom's or she could stay the night at the house that was once hers too, but she thought she would end up doing something she regretted.

She scrolled through her contacts for anyone she could potentially call for help. She scrolled over an old friend who she used to meet up with at times like this but obviously hadn't done so in years. She knew if she called though, he would drive down to get her in an instant, but that it would also come with other stipulations that she wasn't ready for.

She scrolled over Mike's name and paused. He does live within a few miles, she knew she couldn't ask him to come get her. Since the divorce, he had the girls almost full time and knew they were most likely there with him now, but she could have the cab drop her there. It would surely cost less than bringing her to her mom's.

She hit call and waited for him to answer, hoping he would be up by chance.

"Hello?" He answered hesitantly. "Fiona?"

"Hi, uh, kind of random but I got off at the wrong station. Out of habit I guess. And there's not another train for like hours," she explained. "I have a cab coming but do you think I could come there for the night? It's kind of far for the cab to bring me all the way back home."

"Oh, of course, yeah," he said. "The girls aren't here, I can just come and get you if you want?"

Fiona thought about it, the cab was going to be about a half hour he said. She agreed to let Mike pick her up and apologized profusely.

He pulled up in his dark pick up truck and she hopped in the passenger seat.

"Thank you so much," she said, putting her seatbelt on. "I'm so sorry to impose. I'm such an idiot."

"So you still aren't back together with Tom I imagine?" He asked. Hearing his name, stabbed Fiona in the chest. She opened the flask again and took a bigger gulp than before, her hands persipired on the metal container.