Call Me Crazy (Tony Perry/OC)

All the information had been finalized in less than two week. Pierce The Veil was going on their first tour around the US in less than 2 months, but 3 weeks. It would last two months, and they would travel all the way around America. It was almost scary how much of a short notice there was. I was proud, and I was upset at the same time. I didn’t let Tony know that I was upset, though. I only told him that I was excited. In all honesty, I was scared. I was scared that I would get worse; I was scared that I would relapse possibly, or stop eating. I was scared for my health, and the baby’s.
I had my first ultrasound later today and I was nervous. Tony could tell, he had been giving me hugs and trying to reassure me all day. I slipped on a pair of black yoga pants with a pink waistband and a white tanktop, slipping on a grey cardigan over top. We walked downstairs after we had finished getting ready and we got into the van. I drove to the office and when we got there, we checked in, making sure they knew we were there.
Sitting in the chairs in the waiting room, we waited for the doctor to call my first and last name. When we heard it, we stood up and walked to the room that the nurse lead us to. We went into the room, and I was told to sit on the reclining chair that would be controlled by the doctor.
“The doctor will be here in a few minutes, she’s just getting ready,” The nurse smiled, leaving the room. Tony was sitting on a stool beside the chair away from where the doctors chair. I leaned back on the chair, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths before the doctor got in the room.
When the doctor entered the room, my stomach immediately dropped. It was Sierra’s mom. I felt my face start to burn and I felt like I was going to be sick.
“Oh, Olivia! How are you?” She asked.
I smiled and nodded. “Good, you?”
“Great, thank you.” She smiled back. “So how far along are you?” She asked, writing something down on her notepad and then looking back up.
“17 or 18 weeks,” I pressed my lips into a fine line, trying to make this not as awkward.
She looked at Tony. “I’m guessing he’s the father?” She questioned. We both nodded and she smiled. “Well, your sense of taste has always been different than Sierra’s,” She laughed to herself. I felt myself starting to boil with anger. I lifted up my shirt when she told me to and she squirted the cold gel onto my stomach and spread it around with the little machine.
She pointed up to the screen that showed the results. She pointed at a certain spot on the screen. “That’s the baby’s head, and there’s its body.” I was disappointed; all I saw was just a lump. I couldn’t see anything in it. I tried not to show it though.
After she had finished, she gave me a small towel to wipe the gel off and then we left. Tony had offered to drive, and I didn’t put up a dispute. I sat into the passenger seat, and turned on the radio once Tony got in. He started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We decided to go shopping for some things we might need over the next few weeks.
I had my arms crossed over my chest and my head was leaning against the window. I felt Tony put his hand on my thigh and give it a little shake. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, frowning.
I sighed. “I couldn’t see it, all I saw was a fucking blob,” I complained.
“It’s okay, the baby isn’t even fully formed yet. If it makes you feel any better, I couldn’t see shit either,” He smiled. I smiled back at him even though the comment that Sierra’s mom had made was still bothering me.
We went shopping for groceries first and then we bought some other things we might need or even just want, like a DVD player, a few things for the apartment that we still needed, and some decorations because the kitchen and living room were still plain.
We had picked up curtains for the bedrooms and living room, more towels and washcloths for the bathroom, spoons and cooking utensils for the kitchen, and photo frames for the rooms.
When we got home, it was around 4 so we set up the new DVD player and Tony picked out a movie, which was, of course, Star Wars. He turned it on, and then rushed to sit back beside me on the couch, with his arm wrapped around my waist. He lifted my legs up so that they were crossed over top of his. I fell asleep halfway through the movie; it was so quiet and peaceful.
I started waking back up when I felt Tony’s arms wrap around my legs and back to carry me to bed. He laid me down, pulling the blankets over top of me and then he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. He laid down beside me and I felt his arms wrap around my side.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” The voice screamed. “I hate you so fucking much!” The voice was identifiable as a man, and it was intensely familiar.
“What did I ever do to you?!” I screamed back. All I could see was darkness. There was nothing else there. Suddenly, I heard footsteps towards me and I was thrown to the floor.
“You ruined my life! You’re 17 and you’re pregnant and I’m the father! You slut! I hate you so much!” The person appeared, their face fading into a small light that flickered in front of me.
It was Tony. “I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t want this! I’m not a slut! I’m sorry!” I screamed back. I felt tears start to fall from my eyes and slide down my cheeks. “I’m sorry!” I repeated, louder and louder.
Tony shook his head. He scowled at me and then stepped forwards, grabbing my arm and throwing me to the ground. He kicked at my ribs, over and over again, putting more strength into it as he went.
“I’m sorry! Stop! Stop! You’re hurting me! Stop!” Suddenly, my mom, Tony’s mom, Sierra, and her parents, and almost everyone I know were standing there, hollering and cheering as he kicked me over and over again. There was a sneer grin on his face and he was cheering back with them. “Stop!”

I jolted upwards, sitting up straight. Tony was kneeling beside the bed with a worried expression on his face. My breathing was heavy and I was panting for breath. He placed his hand on my leg which was uncovered by the blanket I somehow threw off myself. I flinched at his touch, bringing my hand up to the side of my face, placing it on my temple.
“Are you okay?” He asked, moving his hand away. “You started screaming in your sleep, and then you started shaking uncontrollably,” His expression was very concerned.
“It was just a nightmare,” I whispered, breathing out. My breathing was calming down and I looked to my side to check the time on the clock. It was 5 am.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, sitting at the end of the bed where my feet were. I shook my head and looked down. I didn’t want to cry but I felt like I was going to. “Okay, well try to sleep a bit longer, and if you can’t, we could watch a movie, or something,” He smiled simply, placing his hand on my leg hesitantly, in case I were to flinch again. He walked around the bed and laid back down on his side, facing my direction.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t get the image out of my mind of Tony kicking me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was sleeping until I heard Tony’s alarm go off because he had work. I laid there while he got ready, and I kept my eyes closed.
I felt him come over and kiss me on the forehead and I kept my breathing the same to try and keep pretending that I wasn’t awake. I heard the door open and then close. I opened my eyes slowly and noticed that I was alone. I let out a short breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.
I stood up and walked to my closet, pulling out a pair of shorts and one of Tony’s baggy shirts. I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee and then went to the washroom and brushed out my hair after going for a pee. I looked in the mirror and saw hideous bags under my eyes. I frowned at them and walked to grab my cup and took a sip of the bitter flavour that tingled on my tongue.
I grabbed my phone and texted Alysha and asked if she was busy today. Not long after I sent the message, she texted me back and said that she was off work today and that she had no other plans. I invited her over and she said that she’d be over in about 15 minutes. I turned on the TV and changed it to a random channel, trying to distract myself.
Not long before 15 minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I stood up, and opened it, letting Alysha in. She smiled and we went and sat down in the living room.
“So what’s up?” She asked. “You look like you didn’t get any sleep at all,”
“I didn’t,” I scoffed, rubbing my eyes. “I woke up in the middle of the night because I was terrified out of my mind because I had a nightmare,”
“Well shit,” her eyes widened. “What happened that freaked you out so much, if you don’t mind me asking,”
“I don’t know what was even going on. Everything was black and I couldn’t see anything. And then I heard a voice, screaming at me, telling me I ruined his life, and that he hated me, and then I was thrown to the floor. Out of nowhere, Tony faded in and I saw his face and he was so angry at me…” I trailed off, looking down. “And then he started kicking me and I just- I don’t know if was so terrifying,” my voice was low, almost inaudible.
“Has he ever shown any aggression before?” She asked, calmly, the confusion in her voice evident.
“Not like that,” I breathed out. “I mean, yeah we’ve fought, and we’ve raised our voices, and I’ve pushed him around but it’s never been vice versa. He grabbed my wrist tightly once, and it barely bruised, but this; I could almost feel my ribs bruising just at the thought of it. I felt like they were actually breaking,”
“Have you thought about making that appointment with the psychiatrist yet?” She asked, leaning her head on her hand that was resting on her knee.
“No, but now I have and yeah, I’m probably going to later today,” She nodded. I looked down. “Is that type of dream normal? Like is it because I’m just hormonal?”
“Maybe, I’ve heard that when you’re pregnant, since your hormones are all over the place, you have wacked up dreams about death and murder a lot of the time, so it probably is normal. Did you talk to Tony about it?”
“No, I told him I didn’t want to talk about it when I woke up from it. Apparently I was screaming and shaking… I tried to go back to bed, because it was only around 5, but I couldn’t, so I just laid there pretending I was.” I shrugged.
“It might be easier to take it off your chest by telling him, that’s what I would do. I mean, I’ve dreamt about Mike getting aggressive like that before, and it wasn’t too long ago, and I barely talked to him the rest of the two days I was out of town because I was so freaked out and then I ended up calling him in the middle of the night crying and I told him about it and I felt better,”
I nodded. “I’ll probably tell him when he gets home from work, I don't want to bother him while he's busy, because then he'll start worrying, and then freak out," I sighed.
"Good point," we talked for a while longer before Alysha had to go. About an hour later, Tony had gotten home. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed the side of my head.
“Hey, baby,” He whispered, releasing me. I turned around and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, almost clinging for life. “What a pleasant surprise,” he laughed. “I haven’t gotten a hug like this since, like, ever,”
“I love you, okay, I love you a lot,” I whispered.
“I love you just as much, baby,” He said, chuckling.
“Good,” I laughed. “That nightmare last night was about you kicking me over and over again and telling me you hated me and that is probably my worst fear in the world,”
“I could never hate you,” He patted my on the back, putting his chin on my head. “I love you forever,”
After we had made supper, I put a calendar that we bought the other day and marked off the day that they were scheduled to leave for tour and the day they were scheduled to come back. There were only 17 days until they left, which meant 76 days until they would be coming home. I pushed away all my thoughts about how I would have nothing to do or how boring it would be without him and thought about how great Tony was probably feeling over the ordeal.
We laid down and watched the movie that I had put in earlier this afternoon and hadn’t bothered watching. It was Peter Pan, my favourite Disney movie.
We fell asleep on the couch, and the next thing I remember, is waking up with my neck shifted in an uncomfortable position. I was curled up on Tony’s side, and he was on the side of the couch.
I stood up, carefully untangling myself from his arms. I sighed to myself when I got to the washroom. 16 more days.

Notes

This chapter is mostly a filler. I'm skipping ahead a few days in the next two chapter or so.

This is short, I'm sorry, and I wanted more fluff too. lol.
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Well, my bad. Oops.

I'm just gonna start writing the next chapter so I can try to have it up for not tomorrow but Tuesday.

It's going to be longer than this one for sure, though.