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

The Real You

I gawked at Tony, I spent so much time thinking of what I would say if I saw him but here I am and no words are coming out of my mouth. His expression turned from shock to pure anger and hatred.

"What the fuck are you doing here," he spat at me. I cringed at his tone and backed away from him. 

I looked at everything apart from his eyes, "I'm just visiting my friend and her boyfriend." I looked down to my shoes and stared at them as if I had never seen them. "If I knew you guys were going to be here, I never would have turned up," I muttered quietly. 

He put his hands on the sides of my head against the wall, I felt trapped. I was thinking about what to do when his lips roughly crashed into mine. This kiss was angry and messy, not like ones we've shared in the past. He grabbed my arm roughly and started towing me away from everyone. 

"T-Tony, you're hurting me," I stammered. 

He looked at me grimly, "Good. You deserve it." 

I looked at him horrified, "Tony Perry, you stop this right now." My voice was loud and angry but it seemed to snap him out of his blind rage. He released the death grip he had on my wrist but he soon gently picked it up and kissed the bruise that was starting to form. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he started to sob. 

I placed my hands on his cheeks and rested my forehead against his. He was so warm, so inviting. I hated myself for loving this man. I've tried so hard to forget all the pain he caused but no matter what, I still love him with every bone in my body. I looked up at him and gently placed my lips on his. This was a passionate yet hungry kiss. It was nothing like the one we had moments ago, it was tender and sexy. 

"Come with me," he breathed into my ear. 

I stammered, "W-where are we going?" 

"Anywhere. You're the one that loves this city so much," he laughed. 

I bit my lip and looked up at him. I walked out to the street and managed to hail a cab. I got in and looked over at Tony, "Well, are you coming?" 

Tony rushed to get in next to me which caused me to let out a small laugh.

"Where to, lovebirds," the cabbie asked from the front seat. 

"160 on 9th Ave, please," I said calmly. However I was nowhere near calm as Tony was playfully tracing over my exposed tattoos on my collarbone. 

The cab ride was short, sweet, and quiet. Tony payed the driver and helped me out. I started to walk up the steps to my building when I noticed Tony was stopped behind me. I turned around and quirked an eyebrow up at him. 

"This isn't our place," he said with a hint of sadness as he walked up to join me. 

I grabbed his hands, "No Tony, it isn't. I had to sell our apartment, I just couldn't live there without you. "

I unlocked the door and made my way to the top floor. I knocked on the door and smiled when my friend, Mark, opened up with a wide grin. 

I leaned up and kissed his cheek, "What's good, Marky?" 

"Doll, you have no idea what type of day I've had." He laughed and let me into my apartment but not before looking Tony up and down. "Who's the guy," he asked defensively. 

"My ex husband. Tony this is Mark, Mark this is Tony," I said nonchalantly.

Tony scoffed, "You could have told me you were bringing me to your boyfriend."

Mark and I looked at each other and then back to Tony. I couldn't contain my laughter, neither could Mark. I probably should have told Tony that he's been staying at my place for his early morning Broadway rehearsals.