Tony's POV
Mike had been doing a lot more drinking and drugs and I was starting to worry about my newly wed husband. I could smell the marijuana from the kitchen of our flat. I put my coffee down and walked to our room. Mike had a blunt in one hand and a beer in the other. "Mike isn't it too early for that?" I asked gently.
"Fuck off." He mumbled taking a swig of beer.
"Mike..." I replied sitting down on our bed.
"Go be worthless somewhere else." He said, taking a drag. I coughed at the smell. Tears pricked my eyes as I stood up and walked out of the room. Why would he say something like that?! He's never done that before... I walked back to the kitchen and sat down on the floor, finally letting the tears spill through my lashes. I'm so weak and pathetic. Maybe Mike was right. Maybe I was worthless.
Mike never remembered what he would say to me. He was his nice sweet self when he didn't have all that shit in his system. But when he did he actually scared me. A few times he actually hit me. I was sitting in the living room feeling my newly cut hair when Mike yelled for me. "Tony make me a sandwich and hurry up with it, you fucking retard." He sounded so hateful. A sob escaped my lips as I made his food. I must have taken too long because Mike yelled for me. "Tony get your fat ass up here!" Okay that one really hurt. I didn't care about being called a retard, but Mike knew how self conscious I was about my weight. I wiped away my tears and brought Mike his food. "Here." I said quietly, handing him his sandwich. I grunted a thank you as he took a huge swig of whiskey. I ran out of the room and back to the bathroom where I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. A few hours later when Mike was sober again, he found me sitting in the bathtub staring blankly at the wall. "Tony what's wrong?" He asked softly. This is the side of Mike that I fell in love with. I shook my head in response. "It's nothing." I said in a dull monotone. Mike held out his hand for me to take it. I reached for it and he pulled me up, wrapping his arms around me to stabilize me. I rested my head on his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me if you're not ready." He mumbled, kissing my cheek. I hugged him tightly and then we went to bed and cuddled. It went on like this for about two weeks until I couldn't stand it anymore. Mike was currently sober. "You want to know why I slipped back into depression, Mike?" I said angrily one day.
"Why?" He asked, obliviously.
"Because of you." I seethed. "Every time you get drunk, or high or some shit like that you tell me how worthless, retarded, fat, and probably more I- I am." I sobbed, my voice breaking at the end. Mikey's eyes went wide. "A-are you serious?" He asked. I sat down next to him and nodded, stifling a sob. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "I had no idea. I'm so fucking sorry, Turtle." He said sincerely. "You should have told me sooner." He mumbled. Then he let go of me an took my hand in his and lead me upstairs. He grabbed all his drugs, and other such poisons and flushed them down the toilet. "Did you really just do that?" I gasped. He nodded.
"I guess I did." He replied. "They were making me hurt you." I didn't say anything, I just stood there shocked.
"Did I do anything else besides insult you." He asked, holding my hands. I hesitated before shaking my head no.
"Tony, please don't lie to me." He pleaded. I sighed.
"You hit me a few times..." I said quietly. Mikey's hands flew to his mouth. "Oh my god." He gasped. He then pulled me in for another hug. "I am so fucking sorry. I'm never ever doing any of that shit again." He said, hugging me tightly. "Thank you." I murmured, kissing him passionately. He returned the kiss and we walked back our room. Laying down on the bed, we cuddled for hours, Mike constantly apologizing to me. We shared hundreds of kisses in that time. "I love you, Tony. I'm never gonna hurt you again." He said softly against my lips. "I love you too, Mikey." I replied. Only I got to call him Mikey. No one else could. Not even Vic.
