Band Imagines! (Book 2)

Tony Perry Imagine for Abby:

**This contains swearing and violence**

Abby's POV:

"Tony please.. Just hear me out!" I beg my boyfriend of 2 years. At this point I was basically on my knees begging for him to just listen to me, but Tony wanted nothing to do with it.
"No! Abby, I fucking saw you! I saw you with that guy, the way he kissed you on the cheek and how he hugged you tightly and you told him that you LOVED him!" Tony yells, making the whole house shake from the anger radiating off of him.
"LISTEN TO ME TONY" I scream, I feel my face going red from how angry and upset I was getting.
"You're a fucking slut" Tony spits at me. Those words were like a stab to the heart coming from him. "Tony.." I whisper. "Please"
In that moment, my whole world stopped. Every thing froze in place as I saw his fist coming towards me. All I saw was the anger on his face, his teeth gritting in rage and his fist coming in fast towards my face.
The impact was just as bad as I feel my whole head whip to the side. I taste the familiar saltiness of blood in my mouth and pouring down the corner of my mouth and down my chin.
I collapse to the floor, screaming and sobbing from the pain I felt and the fact that my boyfriend who I've loved for two years has just hit me. Punched me.

Tony looks at his hand in horror, as if he has just regret every thing he did and said in that moment.
"Abby... Abby I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry baby" Tony approaches me slowly, but I violently drag myself across the floor to sit against the wall. I continue to scream and cry from the pain both emotionally and physically.

"Abby, please baby" Tony's voice cracks as tears start to stream down his face. I lift myself off the ground and sprint for the door and leaving. But not before I yell right back at him, "we are over Tony Perry!"

Who do I go to? Do I have anyone to run to? I couldn't possibly go to Vic, Jaime or Mike because that would be like taking his friends away from him... But I don't think I have any other choice.
I walk at a fast pace down the street, people staring at me as they notice the blood running down my face. I hesitantly reach for my phone that lie in my back pocket. I unlock it to see about 5 missed calls from Tony so far and numerous texts.
I felt like I was in a daze, every thing and everyone was moving in slow motion. I dial Jaime's number and wait for him to pick up.
"Hey Chica! What's up?!" Jaime's cheery voice rings through the speaker on my phone. I feel tears start to well up in my eyes and a strangled sob makes it's way out of my throat.
Jaime suddenly gets serious, "I'm coming to get you. Where are you?" I tell him that I'm at the park on Johnson's street and he says he will be there shortly.
I start to breathe heavily, not bothering to wipe the blood from my mouth. I rock back and forth in some sort of source of comfort. I cannot believe Tony did that, will I ever be able to forgive him? I really don't know.

I notice Jaime's car pull up and I look over slowly. Jaime gets out of the car and sprints over to me. He gasps once he sees my face. "Abby what happened?!" Jaime picks me up and starts to carry me towards the car. "Tony and I got in a f-fight and h-he hit me" Jaime almost drops me when I tell him this. "He WHAT?!" Jaime yells, causing us to attract stares from various people around us. Jaime carefully puts me in the car and runs around to his side before getting in.
I buckle my seat belt and lean against the window.
Jaime swipes the blood on my face with his thumb with the most angry look on his face. "You're staying with me okay?" Jaime states rather than asks. "O-okay" I say, trying to take a deep breath.

-2 weeks later-

Tony's POV:

It has been the worst 2 weeks of my life. None of the guys are talking to me, I lost my girlfriend and I'm getting hate on social media.
And it's all my fault.
I feel the lowest I've ever been in my life. I turned to alcohol, but I realised what that has caused me and harshly threw the glass bottle at the wall.
I need to get Abby back. I know that much, but the mystery part I need to figure out is.. How?!
I called her names and I hit her, I don't think it could get worser than that.
I slump my body down onto the couch and throw my head into my hands, pulling at the roots of my hair.