A Better Mike | Perrentes

{chapter 28}

January 28th 2015, 2:15pm.]
|Location: San Diego, California|

{Perspective: Tony's Perspective

I collapsed on the tiled flooring, curling myself into a fetal position. My mind buzzing with thoughts, loud enough to distract the pain in my heart for a mear minute. Tired, I felt so tired. My arms laid limp around my knees as I tried to sink into a pit of death and despair, but I didn't have the power to do that. So here I lay on the cold tiled flooring and accept my fate.

The tapping of the rain on the window is soft and calming, I let out a kitten like yawn and close my eyes. I attempt to drown out my thoughts and the thumping of my heart, hoping I can fall into a deep sleep. But sadly, I cannot. My eyes stay forced closed as I hear every thought, every tap of rain and every sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces.

I was broken..
I was used..
I let him back into my life with the thought that he wouldn't hurt me, that I could trust him. Every ounce of me was fine with him being beside me..

My phone buzzed loudly, it was set on the kitchen counter. I opened my eyes quickly and kneeled. I shuffled over and lazily grabbed the device. A text from an unknown number. Weird.

From Unknown: Hey Tony

To Unknown: Who is this?

From Unknown: Your cutest nightmare.

To Unknown: If this is Mike, fuck off.

From Unknown: Awww, you think I'm cute!

To Unknown: Yes and I hate myself for it, you scumbag.

From Unknown: I know I've fucked up, Tony.

I stared at the screen, my eyes started to blur. Why! Why! I don't understand him! My heart clenches and skips a couple beats, as I slide down the side of the counter. I locked my phone and held it to my chest, whimpering loudly.
I was tired, alone and pissed off, but who cares about me? Honestly, where's Vic? Or Jaime? Or anyone that remotely gave a shit about me! Nowhere! They don't give a damn.
I sob louder now, I was done caring.

I was just done..,

With everything..