Warrior

Violent Delights: Triumph

: i've got real big plans & such bad thoughts - accidents bring the house down :

Chapter 10 - I'm jealous and Tommy's lying.

'You home now?'

Tommy sounded tired, his trip over the weekend had obviously been long and Tommy admitted to me himself he hated attention, let alone go on a trip with his dad to publicize himself in a tournament.

'Almost. Why, you wanna go somewhere?'

I pulled into my driveway thankful to be home from work and cut the ignition, not getting out the car yet. 'Nah, you're tired, I'm tired. We can go out tomorrow.'

'Where?'

Before Tommy left for the weekend we hadn't slept together but decided more on going out on dates. Some were dinner dates in restaurants, some were movie nights in my apartment (where we actually focused on the film this time) and others were just strolling around town.

'It's bonfire night. There's gonna be a firework show near mine, you wanna go?'

'You wanna get out the car, babe?'

For a moment I actually checked to see if the guy on the line was Tommy. Then for the first time, I noticed a figure sat on my doorstep. Tommy's face was barely visible due to the pitch black of the night but the light above the door illuminated him enough so that the smirk on his face was unmissable.

'Tommy?' I asked with a small smile, I couldn't quite believe he was here. I'd missed him over the weekend. He wasn't allowed to call me and our frequent conversations were almost tradition now.

I got out the car and crossed the small carpark towards him where he instantly enveloped me in a hug. I'd forgotten how cold I was but Tommy just smelled so damn good and it felt nice to be hugged by someone who could possibly crush you - it was like sitting too close to a fire. It was so damn warm but leaning too close could burn you.

'You've been gone two days, I think you missed me more than I missed you.' I commented jokingly as he finally released me.

'Bein' around Pop and strangers who just want your autograph di'nt go well.'

I nodded in understanding. My first mentoring session with Patrick wasn't entirely successful - he was too used to talking to me as if his drinking problem doesn't exist. It was only when he mentioned Tommy and I'd smiled involuntarily that Patrick realized that drink ruined the relationship he had with his son.

As we both went into my apartment, I wasn't prepared for company and flushed at the mess. Papers were scattered on desks and I'd been running late this morning meaning I had been fixing a cup of tea while calling Kelsie while getting dressed resulting in various items of clothing on the floor, a discarded cup of tea and packet of biscuits still lay on the coffee table and shityep, that was a bra hanging off one of the kitchen stools.

Tommy didn't waste time chuckling under his breath and picking it up, 'I think I recognize this one.'

'I was wearing that one when I was a little drunk and you took me home that night,' I said as serious as I could muster, 'meaning you looked under my shirt, didn't you? Pervert.'

Tommy put the bra down and looked momentarily flustered. He opened his mouth to say something but my smile slipped and he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, 'don't do that.'

'You didn't deny it though.'

'I didn't take advantage of you. I wouldn't do that.' He said with a smile but with genuinity.

Dumping my bag on the kitchen table, Tommy shurgged off his jacket and took a seat on my couch as if he lived here. 'We arranged to go out tomorrow.'

To anyone else, that would have come across as a hint to leave but my boyfriend just shrugged and turned the TV on. I rolled my eyes and started taking off my jacket and jumper, 'I'm taking a shower, just make yourself at home by all means. Don't mind me, I'll just forget you're here,' I was still mumbling when I got into my bedroom.

I half expected Tommy to interuppt my shower but he remained a gentleman and obviously didn't want to test any boundaries yet. I can't say I would've minded but I'm tired and shower sex is, well from the look on the movies it just looks like dangerous work.

It was when I'd changed into leggings and a comfy jumper that I realized I had a message on my answering machine. Pressing the button, I continued towel drying my hair until the voice made me stop and feel like someone had kicked my stomach.

'Alana? I don't know if I have the right number, if this is Alana Drew's number, it's Belle. Can you call me back on my cell?'

The tone went dead ending the message and I removed the towel with haste to delete the message until I saw Tommy from the corner of my eye at the bedroom door.

'Friend of yours?'

He could tell by the look on my face that I didn't like the message but I wasn't having some heart wrenching talk with him again. This wasn't like the last time, the last time I told him about my family, it was on my terms. I told him how much I would allow him to know at the moment but this was new.

'Lana?'

'It's my doctor. I had a pregnancy scare.' I told him with a forced laugh and saw the shock on Tommy's face eventually be replaced with relief when he realized I was joking. I hit the delete button without hesitation and Tommy seemed to realize I'd managed to boycott him.

'You sleeping here?' I asked as I climbed into my bed, 'or you can let yourself out. I'm flat out.'

'There I am thinking I'll have a better welcome back than that,' his grin told me he was only minorly joking but he took off his shirt and jeans anyway to climb into bed.

His strong bicep was used as my pillow as I rested my palm on his broad chest, how I loved to run my fingers down his abs but I resisted the urge and settled for just sleeping instead.

~VD:T~

In the morning, Tommy wasn't there. A quickly scrawled note telling me that he had to get to the gym welcomed me into the new day and also an annoying beeping sound.

That is neither my ringtone or alarm.

Completely out of it, I sat up and scratched my head - what the fuck?

I felt around the bedside table until my hand clasped around something unfamilar. Making my eyes focus through sleep, I realized it was a phone. I hadn't realized I'd anwered it until there was someone talking to me.

'Tommy?'

'What?' I lay back down in bed hoping sleep with come while holding the phone to my ear, 'you've reached Alcoholics Anonymous, this is Alana Drew, can I help you?'

'Excuse me? Is this Tommy's phone?'

The voice on the other end sounded accented and I suddenly realized I was holding a phone to my ear, I sat up again awake now and held the phone away from me. It was Tommy's mobile.

FUCK and I'd answered it.

Then it hit me, it was a womans voice.

'Yes, he isn't here right now.' I told the woman on the phone who was relentlessly asking, 'are you there?' into it.

'Who is this?'

'Who the hell is this? You called me.' My defensiveness was coming out again and I recalled deja vu. I was like this at work too.

'Where is Tommy?'

This woman was beginning to piss me off and I was becoming really annoyed. Lack of sleep was making me very hostile. And I was beginning to get a little jealous too.

'Are you listening to me? I just said he isn't here - now who are you?'

'Pilar. Can you tell him I want to speak to him?'

'Yes, I'll tell him I want to speak to him.' I said and before the woman could say anything I hung up on her. Resting my head on the pillows, I willed sleep to come but it wouldn't. I was too concerned about that woman.

Groaning, I got up, got dressed and headed to Colts gym making sure to grab the phone.

~VD:T~

Storming through the door of the gym, I didn't even spare a look at the Asian man who seemed a little baffled at my entrance. I burst right through the other door and stood there scrutinizing everyone until I saw Tommy across from me furiously jumping rope.

His eyes were focused on something on the other side of the gym but I didn't care. I made a beeline for him and although I was running on about 10% jealousy and 90% lack of sleep, I grabbed Tommy's hoodie from the bench behind him where his gym bag was and threw it at him causing the rope to get tangled and him to whip his head around looking as if he wanted to snap the neck of whoever interuppted his staring competition with whatever had his attention.

'Lana, what the hell?'

'Who the fuck is Pilar?'

My voice wasn't raised but a few guys stopped their training to look over and I realized that every time me and Tommy seemed to have a falling out, it was always in public, here to be exact.

Tommy stared at me if he wanted me to leave right away. He snatched his mobile from my hand and shook his head at me as he shoved it into his gym trouser pocket. 'Don't talk about shit you don't understand, alright? Now get outta here, Lana. I'll see you tonight.'

'No,' I said and crossed my arms across my chest, 'who is she?'

Tommy had turned his back to me but his back mucsles were tense and he was breathing slowly as if trying to calm himself. 'Lana-'

'Tommy.' I deadpanned and he turned around. He took a step forward and grabbing my arm, he pulled me into a changing room. There was nobody around and Tommy shut the door behind him, leaning on it to ensure nobody came in either.

'What did Pilar say? Does she need help? Is she alright?'

Pardon me?

I laughed humourlessly. 'Yeah she's fine and dandy. Sprinkling rainbow drops on merrygold muffins as we fucking speak - who is she, Tommy?'

The main part of my anger wasn't jealousy. I didn't get jealous easily - I was more irked about the fact she'd woken me up and had the audacity to ask who the hell I was after I'd asked her.

If looks could kill I'd be cremated already.

'Lana,' Tommy looked down and wrung his hands, it looked as if it was a distraction for him, 'don't fucking talk about her like that.'

I didn't say anything giving him a chance to elaborate. Soon enough Tommy met my eyes and licked his teeth before he sniffed as if preparing for a fight, 'Pilar is the widow of my best friend who died in the war. Manny. The friendly fire.'

WELL FUCKING DONE ME.

I felt my heart sink into my stomach and ran a hand through my hair to try and stop myself from crying from embarassment right then and there. Tommy sensed my shame.

'Yeah? Ring a fucking bell now?' He said bitterly and I caught his eye resisting the urge to continue this argument. I was in the complete wrong and I had no right to make this worse than it already was.

'Tommy I-'

'Forget it,' he made a move to step away from the door so he could leave but I caught his hand pulling his arm to me. He could've gotten out of my grip so easilly but he didn't. He shut the door again and stood there, not looking at me.

'Her call woke me up. I'm running on about four hours sleep after... last night.'

'What about last night?' Tommy met my eyes this time and looked adorably confused.

I didn't want to tell him but I felt like I owed him some reasoning after my exaggerating reaction to this womans call. 'You had a nightmare last night.'

He looked at the wall behind me as if he'd just spaced out and shook his head, 'no, I usually wake up.'

'You did,' I clarified and hugged his arm to my chest, 'you kept yelling out for Manny. Then you just kinda fell back to sleep again.'

We both stood in silence until Tommy sighed, 'I should have told you about Pilar.'

'No, you shouldn't. I had no right to go off on you like that. I'm sorry. Did I ruin tonight?'

Tommy smiled and put his other hand on my neck bringing me into some weird hug as I buried my head in his chest. He kissed the top of my head and said, 'no way.'

'Good - now, I have to get to work.'

Tommy let me go, 'when do you start?'

'About ten minutes ago - you off again this weekend?' I ask as I walked through the door, Tommy following me and I glanced back at him to see him nodding but he seemed deep in thought.

'Did you wanna come?'

I furrowed my brows, 'where? With you this weekend?'

'Yeah,' Tommy rubbed the back of his neck, I could tell he hadn't asked someone to join him in something before.

I felt confused but overly flattered at the same time, I may have nodded a little too enthusiastically, 'yeah sure. Your Pop too right? Like some family day out.'

I closed my eyes and cursed myself, 'Tommy I didn't...'

Tommy seemed to finding it quite amusing though, 'it's okay.' The words seemed honest from him but something in his eyes told me that what I'd said meant a little more. As far as I know he doesn't have any more family. I had a meeting with Patrick in a few minutes, maybe he can shine some more light on this weekend than my non-talkative boyfriend.

I can't remember if I said I was going to include Pilar in this but I am now. Anyway, next chapter is going to be a little weird, alright? I'm hoping that I'll get everything I want to in there and then commence the jump in time.
PSY WON AN EMA. Yeah yeah yeah :)
Anyway, I just watched an old video of Tom Hardy on Alan Carr: Chatty Man and it made me so effing hot for the guy that I just HAD to write a chapter also, the amount of reviews I got for the last chapter was amazing - thank you so much guys for all the support. The more reviews I get, the more motivated I am.
Song is The Consequence by You Me At Six.