*Tommy & Sandi Pt. 10*



The guys were late for the gig, but set up quickly -
Tommy got Sandi a seat at the bar where she was less likely to have any problems- before he joined the guys on stage, he told her,
"We need to talk later-" she nodded- as he started to walk away, she said,
"Thank you Tommy-" he turned, frowning,
"For what ?"
"Coming by and helping me-" the look in his eyes changed, he nodded,
"Ok-" -
Sandi drank vodka & cranberry juice while watching the guys- they put on a good show, better than usual-
During the break, they mingled with the crowd, Tommy eventually made his way over to Sandi, but talking to some guys that were asking him questions about one of the songs-
By the end of the night, all the guys had girls to go home with-
Tommy & Sandi drove to her place, leaving his drums at the club, they had to play again the next night, Nikki & Mick took their guitars with them-
They drove in silence until they got there- Tommy took a few minutes to shower, Sandi changed into a t shirt, sitting on her bed, painting her toe nails a silver pink while she waited-
he walked into the room, wrapped in a towel, lit a cig and leaned against the dresser & said,
"Ok Sandi, I guess I should say I'm sorry for smacking your boyfriend around, but I'm not-"
"He isn't my boyfriend Tommy-" he frowned,
"Oh, my mistake- You still have his pictures on your mirror, he calls you when ever the fuck he feels like it, and he damn near forces himself on you and you freak out when I'm gonna pound him for it- Explain to me what he is if he isn't your boyfriend-" she was confused and close to tears,
"He's someone I spent years with- He screwed things up and he's an asshole, but that doesn't mean I want to see him hurt-" Tommy sighed,
"So what the fuck was I supposed to do ? Let the fucker do whatever he wants to you ?" tears fell down her face now,
"No...You did the right thing Tommy, but that doesn't make me feel any better about it-" his voice softened,
"Maybe you need to move-" he motioned at her mirror, "Getting rid of these fucking pictures would be a good start-"
she got off the bed & went over to the dresser, pulling the pics off, throwing them down behind Tommy- She looked into his eyes,
"I can't move- My Uncle counts on me to keep an eye on his house when he's out of town-" he touched her chin,
"You still wanna keep seeing me ?" she nodded,
"Yes-"
"Then you need to find a way to make sure he leaves you alone, or I do it my way-"
"Ok-" he pulled her in his arms, holding her close,
"Sandi, I seriously don't want you talking to the fucker anymore, if you feel you need to, then we shouldn't see eachother anymore-" she sighed inside,
"I don't want to Tommy-" he kissed her.
"Good, 'cause I think I'd lose it and fuck him up too bad if ya did-" she smiled- they moved over to the bed and forgot about talking-
*TO BE CONTINUED*

*Pt. 11*

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