Broken (Sequel to Keeping Secrets)

Chapter 5.

"Good morning, lovely," He whispers, kissing my cheek and pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. 

"Good morning." I smile and begin to stretch. "How did you sleep?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbow. 

"Better than I've slept in months," He smiles and lays flat on his back. I take my finger and draw circles on his chest. "What do you want to do today?" I sigh and shrug my shoulders. 

"I was thinking about what you said, ya know, telling Norman." I say, ignoring his question. He brings his eyebrows together and nods. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." I nod back. "I'll do that sometime next week." He frowns. I know he knows. He knows I won't do it, he knows that I can't, but telling him I will makes him feel better. "What?" 

"Next week," He says quietly. My mouth makes an 'o' shape. "I can usually take off whenever. I finish assignments super early, so I can come back whenever you need me." He smiles and kisses my nose. 

"Good," I smile and sit up, looking around my room. "Maybe I should clean today," I bite my lip as my eyes make contact with the pile of dirty clothes at the foot of my bed. "Yeah, I think I'll clean." I nod to myself and quickly get up. 

"Well, I need to run to my aunt's, get some clothes, tell her I'm okay," He laughs. "She's probably worried sick." He grabs his pants from the floor and quickly slips them on. "Do you want me to bring something back? Starbucks, McDonald's?" 

"Starbucks, please." 

"What do you want?" He slips on his shirt and exits the room. 

"Hazelnut Macchiato and an Egg and Cheese Breakfast Sandwich!" I shout to him.

"Alright!" He comes in quickly and kisses my lips. "You have soft lips," He whispers with a smile.

"As do you." We kiss once more and he leaves.

*

"So, you and Tony are like, a thing?" Jeremy asks, amusement in his voice. "Y'all are like, the hottest couple I know. I mean, you're a goddess and he's just sexy as fuck." I laugh and shake my head. 

"No, we're not a couple, Jer," He grunts, making me giggle. "But, he helps everything go away for a little bit. I'm just not over Norman, especially since he keeps popping up and coming over unexpectedly,"

"Have you heard from him?" I shake my head and sigh. 

"No," I sigh. "But Tony wants me to go see him next week," 

"Really?" The concern in his voice makes itself present. "Why?"

"He wants me to talk to him, tell him to leave me alone and that I want nothing to do with him anymore," 

"Do you want that?"

"No, yes, I don't know what I want, Jer," I shake my head in confusion. "My emotions are being all weird right now, I don't know what I want," I rub my forehead and sigh. All of this drama going on in my life right now is emotionally and physically killing me. "I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can tell him to leave me alone, to stay away from me. I can't look in his eyes and lie to him,"

"Its not a full lie, Danielle, you want that, but you don't want that,"

"A lie, is a lie, is a lie. No matter if it's half of a lie, or a little white lie, it's still a lie, look, Jer, I need to finish laundry, come by later? I miss you," 

"I will, promise,"

 We say our goodbye's and I finish cleaning. 

By  eleven thirty the house is cleaned, laundry is done and put away, and I'm left alone until Tony gets back. Where is he? He's been gone a good hour or two and I want my sandwich, hopefully he got it before they put them away. 

*

"Oh, honey!" I hear my front door close and I squeal. 

"Tony!" I smile and jump into his arms, making him drop the bags that he had in his hands. "I've been so alone,"  I whine like a child and nuzzle my face into his neck. "Now, where's my sandwich!" He laughs and I jump down. 

"Its cold, I'm sorry. I wanted to get it first because I didn't know how long I would be," I shrug. 

"It's fine. I have a microwave and an oven that both work perfectly fine," I smile and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, dear,"

"You're very welcome," He smiles and gives me a nod. "So, it looks like its going to storm," He says pointing with his chin to my balcony door windows. 

"I hadn't even noticed." I frown. The dark grey clouds begin to roll over the city. "Well, I guess we could watch some movies or sleep,"

"Or both,"

"I'll warm up the sandwiches,"

"And I'll pick out a movie," 

As I make my way into my room, I hear the voice of Ray Liotta and instantly know the movie that Tony has put on. 

"Goodfellas?" I ask, shoving a bite of my sandwich into my mouth. 

"Uh, yeah? Best movie of all time!" He crawls up the bed and gets under the covers. 

"No," He looks at me wide eyed. "Grease and Grease 2 are the best movies of all time," He opens his mouth to speak, but I quickly cut him off. "But, Goodfellas is up there along with them," I smile. 

Light snores are heard from Tony and I giggle. I guess the sleeping part meant more to him than I thought. His body is laid closely to mine, the warmth from his body wraps around me like a blanket. He looks like a child, peaceful, safe. 

His eyes quickly open and he smirks. 

"Hi," I say quietly. 

"Hi," He responds. He looks older than he is, only a few years though. Must be the facial hair. I admire him. His stubbly face, his perfect pink lips, messy hair, grey eyes that make me melt like butter, his toned chest and arms. I've only ever seen someone this beautiful once in my life, and that was Norman. "What?" He asks, concern in his voice. I give him a I-don't-know-what-you-mean- look and he furrows his eyebrows. "You were biting your lip and started chewing on the inside of your cheek. You only do that when your frustrated or your thinking hard about something,"

"Oh, sorry," I pause. "I was just admiring you, that's all," 

"Were you now?" He closes his eyes and smirks. 

"Mhm," I smile and slide down under the covers. A knock is heard at the door and I groan. "Oh, come on!" I huff and hurry to the door. 

Before I could open it, it flew open and Jeremy rushed inside. "Well, hello to you too." 

"Dani, have you been watching the news?" He says, frantically grabbing my remote and turning on my television. 

"What? No, why?" I ask taking a seat beside him on the couch. 

"Norman," He says quietly. "Something bad happened."