I Dont Miss The Misery (A Tony Perry Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, I've had a bunch of school stuff to deal with. Ugh. Well here's a new part, hope you guys like it c:

He paused, looked away, took a deep breath, and looked me straight in the eye. 

"Jackie?"

"Yes, Tony?"

"Have you ever been in love?", as Tony said this his eyes had the look of fear. A fear I've always seen in my own eyes.

"With someone I've never met, yes."

"Really? What was he like?"

"He's a lot like you. Well actually... He is you... I've looked up to you and the rest of the guys for so long that I've fallen in love with all of the band. As a fangirl the band was, is, my life. You were the one who stood out to me though. I had seen 2 interviews of PTV, you were the quiet one out of the 4 of you and I wanted to know why . So if PTV had any interview or any questoinaire thing on twitter-"

"Wait a second, you were the one that'd ask about me and only me?"

"Yes. And with that I learned more and more about you over time, we can get to that later. You deserve someone who won't take you for granted and will make you feel good enough for anything. The look in your eyes says that you've always wanted to be just that: wanted."

"God damn, Jackie.", he looked away. His cheecks becoming redder and redder by the second.

"What is it, Tony?", I took his cheek in my hand. He flinched a little at my touch.

"Jackie, your hands are freezing. You're amazing, you know that right?"

"Thank you, but I'm really not.."

"Why do you say that? You are, you're not like every other girl I've met. You're so much better than they are."

Tears were welling up in my eyes. Thinking of everything that anyone has ever said about me, amazing was never one of them. It was always something vulgar and rude. They never knew me, They don't know that I was sexually abused by my grandfather and verbally/physically abused throughout my life by my dad. No one knows anything except my brother, and now, Tony.

"Jackie, please don't cry", he reached out to hold me. His arms are so comforting and warm, it's like I've gone to something like heaven but I'm still in reality.

It's like I'm finally where I need to be.. Like I'm home.