You couldn't help but grin as you were escorted down to the locker-room by security. The Patriots had just won their game and were fresh off the field. Tom thought you were away in Africa right now for charity, but they gave you a few days to be with him since you had been gone a few months. When you got into the locker room you went straight to Tom's locker. All of the players waved to you, but there was something off about them.
It was almost as if they knew something you didn't.
After a few minutes of waiting you sat your purse in his locker and got up to go find him. Maybe he was in the conference room. You walked past it and Coach Bill Belichick was having a conference meeting. 'Where could he possibly be right now?' That's when you heard Tom's voice in a room that you passed. You knocked on the door to let them know Tom and whoever he was talking to that you were going to enter the room.
That's when you saw Tom scrambling to put on his clothes, a naked woman bent over the table. "Mary, I-I can explain." You were angry-scratch that, you were pissed; then you were heartbroken. "No Tom, I clearly see what happened here." "Please just listen." "Don't fucking touch me" you snapped, as he tried to reach out for you. The woman scurried by us and out the door. "We're over" you concluded. He followed you all the way back to the locker room, begging for your forgiveness. "I don't care what you have to say." You snatched your purse out of his locker. "Don't call me. Don't text me. And don't come near me. It's over between us." "B-but I love you-" "You love me?!"
You crossed your arms. "It doesn't look like it, you don't even care." "Mary I do-" "Save the bullshit" you replied, walking out.
Months Later
"Go Red Sox!" your brother cheered. You picked at your popcorn, remembering all the times you and Tom spent here in "Fenway Park", during his free days during the off-season. "I'm going to get something to drink" you told your family. You walked down to the concession and paid for your drink. "Mary?" a voice you knew called out. You looked over and Tom was walking towards you; still looking as handsome as ever. You turned on your heel, determined to get out of there, ASAP. You weren't surprised he was there, but he looked surprised when he saw you, almost like he'd thought you'd never come here again. He caught you by your arm. All the strength in you still wasn't enough to get away from the man. "Let go!" "No! Please just hear me out."
You hit his chest continually and as hard as you could, breaking down in a fit of crying.
"I fucking hate you so much" you murmured. "Please don't leave me again...please take me back. I was foolish to mess up our relationship up like that. I want to prove I'm a better man than your friends and family think I am. I made a stupid mistake and I'm really sorry." You wiped the tears that ran down your face. "I want you to come home with me..." he added. You practically threw yourself into his arms, your sobs wracked your body. "I'm sorry Mary, it'll never happen again. I promise."
He kissed you with passion.
Happy and content with you in his arms once again.
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