I walked in the front door to Tony's house a quarter to eleven. I had shut my phone off shortly after Tony kept calling me and texting me. I couldn't talk to him after what I had just learned, not over the phone, which is why I got home so late. I turned on my phone as it buzzed with the data it was receiving.
Missed Calls: 28
Text Messages: 60
I exhaled running a hand through my hair. I slowly opened the text messages.
Tony: Babe, I don't know what's going on...I wish you'd tell me but I love you...
Tony: You aren't answering my calls...you aren't answering my texts. I know you're with Brittany and I trust her but baby please. I'm scared for your sake. I'm scared altogether.
Tony: At least send me a smiley or something!!
Tony: Ty...it's almost 10:30...where are you?
I blinked back tears. He was scared? So was I. I was scared out of my mind. I shut the door quietly behind me and set my bag down on the end table. I was being as silent as possible, afraid to wake Tony. The lights in the living room turned on making me scream and jump. My hand flying to my mouth. "Jesus Christ you're easy to scare." Tony muttered, sleep still heavy in his voice.
"And you're going to give me a fucking heart attack." I grumbled running a hand through my hair again and clenching my hands into fists.
"Babe?" Tony tipped his head to the side, suddenly sounding worried. He took a few strides towards me and engulfed me in his arms. "Tyler breathe." I inhaled sharply causing me to cough and start shaking. "Why are you acting so scared? Tyler what happened?"
"I'm...I'm pregnant." I managed to choke out.
Tony's breath shallowed and he stared down at me in shock. "Wh-what?" Suddenly he wore no emotions, he was a blank slate. I couldn't read him.
"Don't-Don't look at me like that!" I yelled and jumped back from him.
"Like what?!" Tony exclaimed.
I started shaking and crying uncontrollably. "Like you...you don't have any emotions! I can't read you!" I gasped. "This isn't...this isn't entirely my fault...why are you angry with me!?" I hit my knees and my hands flew to my head ripping at my hair.
Tony's hands grabbed my wrists, pulling them away from my hair. "Tyler, baby I'm not angry with you. I swear. I'm shocked, I'm surprised. I'm not angry or upset." He placed a kiss on my wrist making me look at him. "I love you okay? Remember, I asked you to marry me? This makes me anything but angry, I'm happy. I swear, I love you."
I swallowed hard and moved my arms to around his neck. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he picked me up and carried me to the room. I felt him set me down on the bed and crawl in next me allowing me to curl up in his arms. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and Tony's thumb brush it away. "I'm scared Tony..."
He rubbed my back and placed a tender kiss on my cheek were the tear had been. "Why?"
"I'm not...I can't...I'm not ready...I can't do this.." I cried.
"Yes you can Tyler...you can. You're strong and a fighter. And I'm going to be by your side every step of the way. I promise." He smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back as I moved so my back was flush against his chest. Tony's forehead rested against the back of my head, I felt him kiss the back of my head then kiss the nape of my neck. "Go to sleep." He murmured sleepily. I said goodnight before my eyes drifted shut.

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Little Miss Reckless and Fire (Band Fan-fic)
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