Salvatore {M.B}

10

Abby
I woke up to see the familiar surroundings. I turned over, seeing that Marlon wasn't there and a sigh of relief washed over me. I didn't want to see him not today anyway; I wasn't in the mood to deal with his antics. "Thank god for that." I smiled laying my head back down on the pillow and running my hands along my face. I wanted a lazy day today, I wanted to do a self-care day, but the thing is I have no idea how I'm going to do that.

What products do we use in this time? I sighed and heard the flapping on my right side and saw that there was a piece of paper on Marlon's pillow, I chuckled as I hadn't noticed that before. "What does he want?" I pick it up and read it, seeing the handwriting of my husband, smiling once again still shocked that I was in Marlon Brando's bed. "Dearest Abby, I've gone back to set. I'm close to wrapping up my first-ever director's role." I smiled knowing he was referring to One Eyed Jacks. "I won't be back until after your birthday, however when I return I hope you'll think better of me and let me take you to the theatre."

"That would depend on the manner of your return." I complained groaning, before getting out of bed.

I let out a yawn before getting dressed for the day. As I looked into my closet, I missed the idea of track suits pants. "God I miss the fashion in the 2020's." I whisper as I grab a dress. "I guess you'll have to do." I complained as I got into it.

Twenty minutes later I finished getting ready. I didn't care what I did today, I did just want a self care day. So, I grabbed the keys, Marlon had a driver but I usually avoided him at all costs, nothing other than the fact that I can drive myself. "Alright it's nine, he'd be arriving soon." I smirked looking at the clock, the phone rang and I just looked at it. "You're about to be a miss call." I chuckled, rushing out of the house saying hi to the security that was there.

"I won't be long, probably an hour max." I announced, they nodded. I open the car door and got in, starting up the car and driving out. "Record players?" I whispered as I drove down towards town. "Today is an Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Errol Flynn kind of day." I slammed on the breaks realising.

"Prime video doesn't exist yet." I whispered to myself. "Shit he's dead too." I had a tear fall down my cheek realising that. "Fuck!" I groaned, hearing a car beep behind me. "He's been dead for two years." I looked up at the sky as I started driving once more. "You bastard." I complained.

"Of all the times I was transported back to, it had to be two years after Errol Flynn's death?" I questioned. "Is this my punishment for loving men who are old enough to my grandfather?" I spoke again, slamming my breaks once more at the stop light.

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After complaining for a good twenty minutes I managed to find a carpark in front of a record store. I had noticed that he had a record player, so I figured he wouldn't mind if I used while he was away. "Are you alright miss?" I turn hearing a familiar voice.

"Frank?" I asked, giving him a hug. "Oh my, how are you?" I pulled back, holding my two chosen records.

"I'm alright, how's married life?" He smiled, I didn't want to drag this out. "I've missed having you at the bar."

"It's alright, he's well enough." I lied. "I've missed singing at the club." I admit. "I enjoy being his wife and having my musical career but god do I miss singing at the club."

"I'm glad you're not there anymore, it's much safer for you with Marlon." He whispered. "I'm glad you're married."

"What do you mean?" I asked, placing my records on the top of the others. "What's happened?" I asked once more, as I reached out to touch his face.

"He's hurt you Frank." I spoke, lightly touching his face. "What happened?"

"They know you broke the contract with them, they want payback." I swallowed hard. "They did this to me because I wouldn't say where you were." I swallowed once more.

"Frank?" I whispered. "I'm sorry." He takes my hand.

"No, you're too talented for that bar, I won't let you get hurt for no reason." He smiles. "They'll have to find entertainment in something else." I thanked him.

"Enough about me, what did you choose?" I smiling showing him my two records.

"Ahh these are great choices." I smiled as he flipped the record. "Oh Dean Martin." I smiled.

"You're not the only one who is a little love struck by that man." I smiled playfully. "Let me guess that's Amore?"

"Yes, as soon as he starts singing in Italian my skips a bit." I admit shoving my old boss playfully.

"Yeah does it skip a beat for your husband?" I paused, did it?

"Of course Frank." I pushed past him, taking a hold of my two records as I did. "I'm surprised you're out?" I asked as I paid the young man behind the counter.

"I can't believe you're out?" He replied with a remark. "You used to hide away."

"I still do." I take my records and Frank escorted me out of the store. "I just hide away in a mansion that could house at least fifty homeless people." I hand him a lighter as he lit a cigarette.

"It's big huh?" I nodded. "Aren't you lucky, you deserve all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you Frank." I smiled taking hold of his arm.

"Just be careful, I don't know if they are still around." I paused as I remembered the other night. "What's wrong?"

"I had an encounter with them the other day." I replied. "One of them almost attracted me."

"Do you remember anything?" I nodded to his question. "Does your husband know about this?"

"Yeah, he does of course." I paused stepping aside letting an older couple come through. "I don't think he cares but he's aware." I gave a soft smile, as Frank placed his hand on my cheek.

"Well, you've got me." He smiles, I pull him into a hug and we stayed like that for a moment.

"I best be off, it was nice to see you again Frank." We pulled away from one another and went our separate ways.

I made my way to the car and got in. I looked at my wedding ring and smiled, trying to remind myself I was married and I had no other option. "Fake it until you make it huh?" I smiled, as I wiped my tears from my face.

"Maybe this wasn't the best idea." I told myself as I turned on the car. Dean Martin playing through the speakers, my eyes closed for a moment as I heard the sounds of Dean.

"Return to me." I whispered, I was all over the place. "Marlon return to me." I begged.

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Had a face mask on with a book in hand. "Perfect day off." I smiled, I heard a knock at the door but chose to ignore it.

"Thank you." I whispered as I saw whoever it was put a letter through the letter thing. "Now I'm curious." I closed my book and got up.

I head towards the door, humming come back to Sorrento. I bent down in front of the door and it was a letter addressed to me.

"Who's sent me a letter?" I whispered. "Abigail." I whispered putting my book underneath my arm, opening the letter.

"Dearest Abigail." I smile as I read the handwritten letter, thinking it might have been a love letter, boy was I wrong. "Oh."

"Be careful, we know Marlon is away." I crumbled the letter and threw it in the bin.

"This is a nightmare." I paused looking at myself in the mirror. "Where are you Marlon?"