Nothing Left To Break

29

"You have a phone call, Tommy!" Polly calls from down the stairs. The couple lay naked on his bed, tangled in eachovers bodies. Tommy grunts in frustration as he detaches himself from Lani's grasp.

"Duty calls" he mumbles, sitting up in bed and throwing on his trousers. Knowing that he was now back to reality and had to face his problems.

Lani turns over and moans out as she felt the loss of his touch, so she pulls the covers closer to her body. Tommy couldn't help himself. He had to ask. He would go crazy if he didn't know.

"How did you get that scar?" He asks in all seriousness. He notices Lani's body stiffen as he asks this, she goes completely still.

"Tommy, now!" Polly shouts again. Reluctantly he leaves the room, leaving her to stew over his question. She couldn't go into details about her ex. She knew that he didn't want to know but he felt obligated to know, why? She had no idea.

He now sat in the kitchen on the phone to Rhodri Garmon. Only, he never said his real name, nobody could pronounce it. They just called him mouse. An odd name but they laughed at it, one of the only things that would make the men smile.

"You were promised to be married to a Miss Solomons is that right?" He asks this, his voice shaking slightly. He was the man that gave her that scar. He already knew.

"Yes. Mad woman, she left me heartbroken in the Flanders blues" he replies spitefully, his thick Welsh accent making it difficult for him to understand. How could he be angry with her. He fucking raped her and he was angry? He should be feeling guilty, unable to move, unable to breath.

"I have reason to believe that you mistreated her, is that correct?" Thomas asked, skipping the pleasantries.

"I did no such thing. Do you know her?" Rhodri asks, resentment laced in his voice.

"Yes, I do" Tommy states, not wanting to give too much away. Apparently he had done, though. Because as soon as he said that the line clicked quiet. He got up from his chair and dialled the number again, no answer.

Again, no answer.

He tried at least another ten times before he heard Lani's footsteps descending the stairs.

"Who was on the phone?" Lani asked, making her way into the kitchen and going over to the stove, preparing to make herself a cup of tea. Although Tommy just wanted to drink whiskey, he put on a polite smile. Forced of course.

"Nobody important" he mumbles, sitting back in his chair and watching her as she reaches for two mugs.

"Are you working today?" She asks, waiting for the kettle to boil, turned away from Tommy. Which he was thankful for, he couldn't look her in the eyes.

"Unfortunately" he says, lighting up a cigarette. "Let's go out tonight" he continues, he knew that she was most probably doing nothing with her days. There was no one to accompany her.

"That would be nice" she says. The kettle finally boiling, as she takes it off the stove and pours the water into the two mugs, turning around and smiling at the man in front of her. Both seemingly putting aside their earlier conversation concerning Lani's scar. Not that it was much of a conversation.

"I'll be back by 7, be ready" he instructs before leaving the table and his cup of tea, which he hasn't touched before kissing her gently on the forehead and leaving the room.
-----

Lani wore a mid length turquoise dress.

The dress made her feel pretty, which she never usually felt. She loved dressing up, especially when she was going out with Thomas. She was honestly excited to go out with him, they needed to leave this house for a while and be a couple again.

Although, eight o'clock came around and he still hadn't come home. She was sat alone in his room in her dress with a frown plastered on her face. He better have a good excuse.

She wasn't going to jump to any conclusions. He often got caught up in work or something would happen and he would have to work late. She just wish that sometimes he didn't have to. That someone else could deal with it. That he could just walk away. Come home to her. If this could be called home.

Finally, the door to the bedroom bursts open.

"Lani" Thomas says, out of breath. He had obviously ran up the stairs and possibly all the way from work.

"Business?" She asks, rolling her eyes and looking him straight in the eyes.

Thomas was about to answer when he noticed her attire. She looked gorgeous. That dress was made for her, and he was sudden thankful for the fact that she was angry and went out with his money. She coughs, pushing him to answer her. To excuse his tardiness. He hated letting her down.

"Business. I lost track of time" he explains "I ran all the way here when I saw the time" he says, recovering from his journey over here.

"Well. Do you still want to go out tonight? We don't have to if you're tired"
She says tiredly. She just wanted him to put her first. She knew that was immature of her as they had only just started properly seeing eachover. She needed to pull back a bit.

"All I want is to take you out Leilani Solomons" he states, taking a few steps closer so he is standing above her, he then kisses her on the head gently. Reasuring her slightly.

He then takes her hand and half lifts her off the bed, leading her out of the room.

Fucking finally.

----

Thomas had bought her to a new club, about a twenty minute drive or so away. It was absolutely gorgeous. Grand. Everyone here must have been millionaires. It was a large venue covered in white and gold paint with expensive paintings hung on the wall.

"Let's go dance, sweetheart"