Sail Away With Me (Rory McCann)

Real Love

Toby had managed to calm Tori down on the phone and convinced her to met him and Emily at the mid season party.

"He just had all this assumptions. I tried to explain but it was like nothing I said went into this head. I'm done. I'm done with him and Clarissa and this whole fucking thing. This was suppose to be my fresh start" she groaned as they found a quiet corner of the bar.

"You can just quit because of them though" Emily added.

"I cant exactly work with him after this" she shrugged back.

"She could come on our team? I could do with some more interesting conversation" Lena announced as she appeared at their table.

"That could work" toby smiled back at Tori.

"I heard what happened. Gossip moves around here fast, but you'll do great with us dragon crew. Better weather as well" Lena winked and went to sit down with the group.

Sighing, Tori nodded and looked back over to the bar where Rory had just walked over to and was now drinking with Richard and Liam.

"You know, when we were arguing, I told him how Miguel had helped pay for my rehab, how I was addicted to pain killers. He didn't even stop to think about, just continued judging me".

"He's just a stubborn, old and ignorant man. We never knew you went to rehab though. I'm sorry T".

"Its fine, and he's not that stuff. He's just poisoned by the words of some prettier songs. I really like him" she whispered as her voice broke and tears began to fill her eyes.

Emily quickly reached across the table for her hand, but she couldn't take it any longer. And when Clarissa and Natalie stuttered across the bar to   Rory and the guys she felt her blood burn even hotter. Crashing up from the table, she knocked back the last of her drink and stormed outside into the cooler Spanish night time air.

"Darling" a voice called softly in the darkness behind her.

"What do you want Miguel" she groaned and turned around to face him.

"I told you" he smiled and gently stroked his finger across her cheek.

Shaking her head, Tori pushed his hand away and took a step back from him. "Well though shit".

"Why must you be like this?"

"Like what Miguel?!" Tori shouted back.

"Cold and mean. Nothing of the woman I love".

"You dont love shit expect for money and yourself. You just lust for everything else. And I'm cold and mean because before you showed up here I was happy, the happiest I'd ever been!".

"Even when we were together in Paris?"

"You mean when we snuck around and fucked behind your wife's back. When I had to hide in closets and see you at 3, 4am. When I was your play thing?".

"So you felt nothing? You enjoyed nothing?" He hissed, his temper raising now as he stepped towards her and gripped onto her arm tightly.

Tori quickly shut her eyes and tried to cool her breathing. She knew his temper and had been at the hand of it sometimes. Speaking back or arguing was not going to do either of them any good her, especially not her. "At the time, in the moment, yeah I loved you Miguel. It wasnt real though, sex doesn't just mean love, no matter how long we fucked around for. It wasnt real, none of it was".

"I gave you a life" he hissed again and shuck her.

"And I will be forever grateful for that. Miguel, we had fun, I got to see and do things I could never dream of, but there was also a lot more darkness. Dirty secrets and anger".