Not So Perfect

Nightmare

    Angela didn’t mind being carried up the stairs into Tony’s apartment. She minded the stupid stares from the other students were giving them. She hides her face into his chest not wanting their cold eyes on her. When the door shuts behind her she is able to breath once again.

“What did you tell Maggie to borrow her car?”

“You were having an allergic reaction,” Tony says putting her down onto the couch, “I’m going to make something for you to eat.”

Angela watches him from the living room. She still couldn’t believe that she had actually asked him to bring her to his apartment. He agreed without even asking her reasons. Her head whips to her bag as the ringer goes off.

“It might be our dad,” Tony states.

Angela only shakes her head. Her dad had a specific ringer, this was the other phone. It stops and she lets out a sigh but keeps her eyes on her bag. As she predicts it goes off once again. Tony comes to her with two plates at hand. He hands her one and puts the other on the table. He takes his plate and takes a seat by her feet.

“Eat you need your strength to get better,” Tony says.

    Angela eats slowly not believing that he hasn't asked her anything. She gets to half the sandwich when she feels herself full. Tony had turned on the television putting on a show on the history channel. When he realizes she is not finishing the sandwich he eats it himself.

“Anthony why are you so nice to me?”

“Why not?” Tony answers.

“Seriously why?”

    Tony turns and looks at her. Angela was genuinely  curious about it. She has been so rude to him yet here he was. The only person helping her recover. Trying to comfort her and give her space at the same time.

“You’re my tesoro.” He answers.

Angela glares at him and he starts laughing hard. She kicks him with one of her feet causing him to fall onto the ground. Now she was the one laughing as he glared at her.

“That’s for laughing at me.”

“Not my fault that you don’t know spanish, muñeca.” Tony says taking his seat back.

“Well it's not my fault that my dad never taught me.”

The rest of the afternoon is calm with them joking and talking. Tony stayed away from asking her questions. She can feel her body sore from staying on the couch all day. Tony helps her to his room and onto his bed. He takes out pajamas from his dresser and puts it next to her.

“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything,” Tony says walking out of the room.

Angela want to stop him and ask him to stay but she stops herself. She slowly gets dressed and gets under the covers. She battles with her busy mind to shut off. After a long struggle she finally manages to fall asleep.

He appears before her with his stupid grin on his face.  His ice blue eyes pierce through her.

His freezing cold hands land on her hips. Traveling up under her shirt. She tries to move away but her body was stuck.

“I'll be back for her,” he says to her ear.

“Don’t touch me! Let me go!”

“I won’t forgive you for not telling me.”

“Let me go!”

“She’s mine.”

“NO!”

“Let’s go back to our old ways,” he says caressing her cheek,“to the time you loved me.”

“Leave! Leave!”

Abruptly her eyes shoot open to a dark room. She can feel her heartbeat out of control.

“It was just another nightmare. You're safe here I promise,” Tony says embracing her.

She hadn't even felt him there. He was so warm and comfortably. She lets her heart and breathing to slow down before speaking.

“Can you stay?”

“Always.”