Salvatore {M.B}

7

Abby
It was late when we finished at the studio. Marlon wanted to pick me up but I wanted to think I needed to. I'm in a strange world after all. I don't know what to do at this point, I've been going back and forth on my feelings these days. One minute I'm like yeah this is fine and connecting myself further deeper into this world and then the next I'm like how I'm feeling now, wanting ever so much to leave and get back home.

It's not like Marlon will ever truly love me. I mean we're so different. He's got eighty years on me; I was born in the same year he died. I'm only twenty and he's 37 this year 1961 that's a seventeen-year age gap between us, but it's also eighty. He's lived through wars and well I've just finished a ten-year band with my girls. We've got nothing in common, I don't know if I trust him enough to know who I am, without him thinking that I'm a witch or deranged.

I do like that I'm around him though. I've always had a crush on him, he was my first celebrity crush ever since I saw him in The Godfather when I was eight years old. It's not every day you meet your celebrity crushes, well not mine anyway. Most of mine are dead, or nearly dead. However, now they're all here, John Wayne, Marlon Brando, Dean Martin, Gregory Peck and Errol Flynn, but the list is endless. Thinking about all my celebrity crushes they're all from old Hollywood, it's also not surprising that I was sent back to this time.

Ugh, I think I'll go mad before Marlon and I will have sex. "Maybe that's what I need." I chuckled as I opened the car door or attempted to. "Oh god, how do you open these things." I groaned, I was cold and tired and well new to everything, the phone rang earlier today and it was one of the older ones, I knew how to answer it, but it was loud. I didn't know how to turn the microphone on yesterday, I barely figured out the kitchen coffee maker this morning when I arrived at the studio. "Oh my god, finally." I groaned as I opened the door and climbed inside.

I locked the door before turning on the car and instantly heard the sweet sounds of Elvis on the cassette through the 60's speakers. "Moody Blue" I whispered as I closed my eyes, looking at the stick, rolling my eyes, and thanking my parents for teaching me to drive a stick when I was younger. "Thank you, ma," I whispered once more before driving out.

I was about to leave the parking lot when I saw the leader of the Port Roses standing in front of me. "Oh, my shit." I didn't know what was going to happen, I didn't know if I was going to be attacked before I broke the contract. He walked towards me and I gulped as he walked around to my window, I wind down the window.

He blew smoke into my face. "You're in trouble, darling." I gulped once more. He chuckled and leaned back. "I hope you enjoy being Mrs Brando." He chuckled once more before he blew out another heap of smoke in my face. "Have a good rest of your evening love." I didn't wait, I stepped on the pedal and almost flew out of the carpark.

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What the hell was that? What did he mean by that? Was he going to hurt Marlon because he's my husband and because of the contract? "Abby?" I hear Marlon whisper as I pull up at the front of the house behind the gates. "Are you alright?" He asked, I nodded.

"Oh yes, I was just thinking about a lyric." I lied; I didn't want him to worry. "Sorry." I turned off the car. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, closing the door behind me. "Why are you up?" I asked, as he reached out his hand, I smiled. "Sorry, I'm late Marlon." He didn't reply but he kissed my lips, closing the gap between us.

He pulled back smiling at me. "I'm just glad you're safe." Held me close, touching my cheek. "What happened?" He asked as a tear fell down my cheek.

"Henry frighten me in the parking lot." I admit, I hadn't realised that I was shaking, he placed his hands on my shoulders, kissing my cheeks. "Henry is the leader of the Port Roses." I announced, he held my hands and we walked inside.