Take Me Back To The Start (Tony Perry, Mike Fuentes, other people?)

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Tony's voice echoed through the house, shocking Mike and I as we looked to the door. 

"TONY!" I raced out of bed and grabbed one of Tony's tank tops. 

I followed him into our walk in closet, "Tony, baby, please talk to me." 

He had most of my clothing in his hands when he shoved past me and ran downstairs. I continued to follow him but came to a stop when he stood at the door and glared at me. He opened the door and threw everything that was in his hands away. 

"Get out," he wasn't looking at me, he was staring blankly at the door. 

"Tony..." 

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He never raised his voice at me. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the house. 

The door slammed in my face and my clothes were in the process of being ruined by the heavy downpour of New York City. I heard cursing from above me and looked to see Mike hiking out of the window.

"M-mike?" 

"Carly, it's going to be okay. He's going to calm down," he said as he jumped the short distance down. 

Yes, I was the bitch that cheated on her husband with his best friend and band member. I don't know how we even got here but we did. Mike walked over and placed a kiss on my temple.

"Charlotte, I am so sorry," Mike whispered as he pulled me into an embrace. "I need to catch a flight to San Diego, but I'll check on you in a couple of days."

And with that, Mike was gone too. I walked up to the door with my clothes and started pounding away. I will not be locked out of my own house.

"TONY PERRY! OPEN THIS DOOR, RIGHT NOW," I screamed at the figure behind the door. I could see him, I just couldn't believe we were here, in this situation. "TONY!"

I fell forward as the door opened, "What the Hell do you want, Charlie?"

I got up off my knees and looked up at him. The tears were still streaming down my face and I could see Tony was holding back his own.

"Tony, we can do this. We can get through this," I said as I grabbed his hands in mine. "We're Tony and Charlotte. We're the couple that everyone wants to be."

"Not anymore. Now we are just Tony. And Charlotte. I'll leave tonight, you can have the house. I hate New York anyways." Each of his words broke my heart, we've been married for 5 years and one small screw up is going to end it all.

"T-tony, please d-don't. I love y-you," I pleaded.

"If you love someone, you don't sleep with their best friend, Charlie," He said as he pushed past me and walked out the door.

I stared at the door for another 5 minutes. He left. He's gone. We aren't Tony and Charlotte anymore. I'm just Charlotte. I don't even remember how to be just Charlotte. 5 years of marriage but we dated for 3 years before getting married. People said it was stupid, getting married at 18 but it made sense to us. But looking back at it now, it seemed stupid. Tony joined a band that was going to travel the world and I got accepted into Juilliard. The only way we thought to stay together was to seal it in a church, guess that's biting us in the ass now.

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Tony's POV: 

I can't believe her. I can't believe him! I never thought I would come to our home in New York and see my wife sleeping with my best friend and band member. Mike was like a brother to me, he wasn't suppose to sleep with my wife.

"That'll be 20 bucks," the cab driver said, pulling me from my thoughts.

I chucked 30 at him, "Keep the change."

I walked inside and straight to the ticketing counter. A young, pretty, blonde was working. Bet she never dreamed of sitting behind a desk like this.

"I need your first flight to San Diego, I don't care how much," I stated coldly.

"We have one leaving in an hour, it'll cost you 500 though." She gave me this sympathetic smile, like she knew what I had just seen.

I sighed and looked back at her, "I'll take it."

I gave her my credit card and she gave me my ticket. She swiped it and handed it back to me.

"Have a nice flight," she said in a fake, cheerful voice with a fake smile.

"Yeah, thanks," I replied as I walked away. She had already checked me in and all I had was a backpack, so no need to check bags.

Security was a breeze and I found myself with 30 minutes to kill at my gate. The whole scene replayed in my head. She was on top of Mike, bouncing up and down, screaming profanities. It was when I made my presence known that she jumped off to put something on. Mike couldn't quite register what was happening, he was either too drunk or too high... or both. Probably both. And it seemed that the more I thought, the more that a man across from me became Mike. It took me a minute to actually realize, it is Mike. I was about to get up and say something when the attendant called us to board. I got on before Mike and started to relax until the worst thing could happen. Mike had the seat next to me, probably the last two seats on the plane.

"Shit, Tone," was all he could say. "Look man, I'm really sor-"

"No. You don't get to say sorry, Mike. Because you're either sorry you got caught, which is a dick thought OR you're sorry that you actually slept with my wife. If that's the case, you better change seats because you just ruined my marriage, and if you regret that, imagine how I feel."

"Tony," he tried again.

"Don't, don't speak to me. I can only tolerate so much of you right now. And I need to save some of that because we still have a band to worry about and a record to produce."

He sighed and placed his headphones over his head. I leaned against the window and looked out, watching as New York disappeared. As Charlie disappeared. She broke 5 solid years, 9 if you count the 4 years of dating. I gave her everything. In fact, I'm the stupid one. I should have known that something was up. She was spending long hours at the studio and Mike was visiting a little too often. I'm going to need to send divorce papers because I have no intention of seeing her again. We had a great thing going and she ruined it. She couldn't keep her legs closed. Well, fuck her! I deserve someone better anyways.

Fuck you Charlotte, fuck you for breaking out marriage!  

That was my last thought before I drifted off to sleep.