Tensions Build
For the rest of the work hours you found yourself having..fun with Alastor. Genuinely enjoying his company, he was acting kinder and more relaxed with you. You two even cracked a few jokes and gossiped about a few of the other employees.
You liked this side of the radio host.
He led you out of the building, his coat tossed across his shoulder as he looked down at you.
"I just don't understand how Katie hasn't given Tom the big one.",you laugh softly while looking up at Alastor. He smiles down at you, a genuine one it seems.
"I'm surprised she hasn't as well.",he stops and turns to you. You stop with a look of confusion,"Is something wrong?" You inquire with lowered brows and the biting of the inside of your cheek. Alastor lets out a soft exhale through his nose and pushed up his black rimmed cheaters.
Is he...nervous?...
Alastor looked down at you for a few moments. Though it felt like hours to him. Ever since that stunt you pulled in the sound booth he hasn't been looking at you the same. You were too quick and experienced with that defensive move. This only made his interest grow.
He wondered where you came from, who Anthony was to you, how you manage to be all smiles and comfortable with him after all you had bared witness to.
"If you don't have plans tonight it'd be splendid of you to accompany me to Rosies.",you were a bit confused at his casual proposal. Clearing his throat he continued on with his smile forming back into a grin,"She's got higher class guests arriving in a few days which means she's pulling out the best of the best this week."
Alastor refrained from giving obvious information in public of the speakeasy. You thought about his proposal for a moment until it hit you. You felt a bit guilty as you offered a warm smile,"Actually—"
"We got plans already."
An italian accented voice rings out and then you feel an arm glide across your shoulder, pulling you close. You look up at Anthony with a smile yet it falters slightly at the annoyed and irritated expression on his pale features.
"Hello, Anthony.",Alastor says in a polite tone while looking to Anthony. You suddenly feel as if though the air just got thicker. With an awkward laugh you look between the two before landing on Alastor.
"Yeah, me and Anthony are going to go out on the town. We haven't had much alone time so we're going to see if we can find some fun stuff to do.",you beam and bounce with slight excitement.
Alastor felt his core grow uneasy as he looked between the two of you. He took pleasure in seeing the hatred in Anthonys eyes. Thats when an idea hit him.
"Let's all go to Rosies. You have yet to see how lively it can be, my dear!" You hadn't had the opportunity to spend quality alone time with Anthony since you got here. For some obscure reason being with Alastor didn't sound so bad but you wanted to spend time with your best friend.
"Actually...",you trailed off when your eyes met Alastors brown ones. They narrowed slightly and his head cocked gently. His grin widened slightly and his look was knowing.
He's not giving me a choice...
With anxiousness bubbling within you you look up to Anthony and smile brightly. "Its a fun little joint you'l love it." You quickly avert your gaze as to not see his reaction. Alastor silently gratifies in the look of utter hurt on Anthonys features. His jaw is tight and gaze to the ground, even the arm that was once around your shoulder drops by his side.
"Sure thing, Alastor. We'll meet you there."
“No I will come by to pick you both up.”
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You felt terrible. You wanted to spend time alone with Anthony and here you were getting ready to spend time with him and the man he obviously held a disliking to.
But the look in Alastors eyes was not one to be ignored. You still hadn’t told Anthony about your pact with Alastor nor the fact that he was a murderer.
Anthony has been exposed to harm and danger his entire life. From his mobster family to his dealings with Valentino. He was finally out of harms way here...until you met Alastor.
You couldn’t risk any harm coming to Anthony. He meant the world to you and he deserves nothing but happiness. If he knew about Alastor there was no doubt his reckless self would go and try to pull something.
Anthony was a strong man, hell he towered over Alastor, but he was not as clever or quick as Alastor.
You didn’t know if there was a fighting chance between the two and quite frankly you didn’t want to ever find out.
It was quiet the walk home, but Anthony holding your hand the entire way was a hopeful sign that he’d be good for tonight.
Standing up and away from the vanity you take a moment to admire yourself. With a soft smile you leave your room and make your way to Anthonys.
“Hey...why aren’t you ready?”,you furrow your brows with a soft frown at the blonde man sitting on his bed. He was wearing a large hoodie and a pair of tight black shorts, his makeup smudged beneath his eyes and an unlit cancer stick between his lips.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with that hinky boob.”,his tone is a bit cold and causes a bad feeling to stir in your stomach,”And I dunno why you want to go with him anywhere.” You tuck back a strand of your hair and walk forward with a soft sigh. You ponder over what to say, your heels click gently against the tiled floor.
“It’ll be fun, Tony. They’ve got alcohol and I’ve been, its a nice place and the owner is a sweetheart.”,you smile gently and give him a soft nudge,”And I told you about the cute bartender.” Anthony pulls the stick of nicotine from his lips and tosses it behind him, landing on one of his pillows.
“Yeah but you didn’t tell me how the hell you knew about the place. Just like you haven’t been telling me anything since we got here.”,he looks to you with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl. Looking into his wide and big eyes you can finally see the hurt in them.
You still can’t tell him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about...”,you trail off softly while averting his hurting gaze. He scoffs and stands up, his arms cross tightly over his chest.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about. What happened to you was traumatic yet you somehow managed to come out of it perfectly fine. As you always have. But ever since you came home from your first day you’ve been acting strange. Especially around that—that jackass!”,Anthony was getting a bit heated up as he began to rant to you.
He has been by himself in the apartment everyday since you two have gotten here. Each day you left as yourself and came back different. He could sense the secrets you were hiding yet you refused to ever tell him. He overthought every night wondering what he did wrong.
You swallowed hard and shamefully looked away from him. Your heart began to ache and race at the hurt and bitterness in Anthonys voice.
“T-That’s not true Anthony. I-I—“,he cut you off and walked right in front of you. He looked down at you with narrowed eyes, his heart heavy and mind growing irrational with each word that fell past his lips.
“You can’t even look at me.”,venom resides in his voice,”You can’t tell me anything. You seem to be having a strange relationship with that fucker and you even bailed on us spending some time together. What’s the matter huh? Realized that being around me was the fucking worst!” Your eyes quickly shot up to Anthonys and you furrowed your brows in disbelief and guilt.
You felt a lump form in your throat and Anthony felt rage and hurt boil in his veins.
“That is n-not true! I love you, Anthony, I would never think that!”,your voice wavered and shook slightly as you fought off tears. Guilt sunk your heart and hurt that he would even think of you like that broke it.
Anthony stared down into your eyes, his mind clouded and heart racing. He couldn’t stop his words from leaving his lips and he didn’t think of the damage they were doing right now. “Whats next? Are you going to leave me too? Am I just some fucked up person for you to feel better about fixing? To feel better about who you couldn’t fix?”
Anthony immediately regretted the words that came out of his mouth. His narrowed eyes widened and a soft breath of air left his lips.
You stumbled back as he said this. It felt as if he had just slapped you across the face. The tears that you fought tirelessly to hold back escaped. The hot tears began to roll down your rouged cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. With shaking hands you held yourself, your gaze leaving his.
“(Y/N)... I didn’t—“ Anthonys hand reached out to you and you quickly stepped further away from him. The lump in your throat was suffocating you, what he said struck a cord deep within you, everything was overwhelming you.
“I-I need to get out of here...”,you choked out and turned quickly leaving the room and heading for the door. Anthony chased after you with a heavy heart and conscience.
You did everything for him. You have been there for him since day one. You hid your pain and sadness just to assure he wouldn’t be affected by it. You were the first person, aside from his missing sister, to have ever showed him love. And this is how he repaid you. By opening an old wound and pouring pounds of salt into it.
You reached the door and felt a hand on your shoulder, you tensed up as more tears rolled down your cheeks. Anthony couldn’t speak before you turned and pushed him away from you. Despite all the hurt and guilt you felt you couldn’t ever hurt him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say something to hurt him just as much as he just hurt you.
If anything you needed to reassure him.
All you could choke out was a simple,”I’ll be back, I promise...” With that you raced out of the door and left a damaged Anthony in the doorway.
Why did I say that...