After his past experiences with the
press, Tony very rarely bought newspapers, however the comments
surrounding his recent performances had started to get quite noisy.
While he hadn't yet been faced with
doorstep reporters, it was very clear from conversation taking place
online and from what he had heard was in the newspapers that his
actions were being discussed.
If there was one good thing about his
show being slagged off, it was that it seemed to stop them talking
about him and Abbie, which helped at home.
“Tony. What the fuck is this?”
Shit.
“Tony?!” Alison was serious.
Tony's head was pounding, so he simply
looked sluggishly towards Alison with an inquisitive look. The large
fluffed up pillows and soft yellow quilt cover were not going to make
this comfortable he thought.
“Do we even need to talk about this?”
Alison's voice was slightly muffled as she was trying to hold back
from crying. “If you don't want to be with me then just tell me
Tony.”
“Of course I do.” Tony replied. “I
don't even know what you are talking about.”
“You never do Tony. Yet every couple
of weeks it's put in front of my face again.”
“You shouldn't read the papers, they
print anything they can get their hands on that looks like it might
cause scandal.”
“Tony, I know you've had trouble with
them in the past, but you cannot use that as an excuse to get me to
ignore something that appears to be pretty clear.”
“I really don't know what you mean.”
Tony really didn't, but as a hazy memory of the night before cam
back, he was worried he might soon.
“Tony, how many times do I have to
see pictures of you with this girl before you either tell me
something I don't want to hear, or I find it out for myself?”
Tony sat in silent, doubly painful
contemplation.
“We agreed remember Tony. We sat and
we agreed that we would never do anything like this to each other.”
“I know. I haven't...”
“After your past and my past Tony,
this is not something I want to deal with.” Alison really was
crying now.
“”I know.”
“So why are you making me have to
deal with it?”
“There really is nothing going on.”
“So why does it look like it, and why
are you always out with her, and never out with me?”
Tony thought for a second. “She just
happens to be where I go, and we are just friends. If something were
to happen I would tell you, I really would.”
“Would you Tony? I love you but I am
starting to get the feeling that maybe you don't feel the same way.”
“Of course I love you.” Tony tried
to article the debate that was going on in his head. “It's just
that...”
“Oh fine. Fuck you Tony.”
That was not what he
intended to say.
As Alison stormed out of the bedroom
she threw the paper at Tony, which landed open on the half page
picture of him with his arms wrapped around Abbie. Apparently it
hadn't stopped them.
Tony looked at the picture and thought
to himself. Part of him wanted to go and chase after Alison, while
his more analytical side was wondering why he was even in this
situation. He liked Abbie, of course he did, but he had never set out
with any intention of doing something wrong. Or had he? No. No.
He wasn't like that any more, even though it had taken a long time he
had grown up.
Tony hit his stumbling block, the
question over what would happen if faced with a choice. While he was
many things, he was not the sort of person to carry on an affair. He
may make mistakes in how he deals with things, but he is not that
kind of person. He doesn't ever want to be that kind of person.
What's the point in being credible in his work if he couldn't be
credible in his own personal actions? Besides, it wasn't his fault
that his work credibility was being damaged, he had acted in good
faith at all times.
Maybe that was it. He had acted
in good faith, but the situation had developed in a way he wasn't
expecting. Bloody hell, where now?
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