Maybe I Wasn't Enough

"Alright, It's 4 AM. I should get going." Tony said, after the last movie had finished.
I sighed as he got up. "Wait!" I protested. "Can I talk to you?"
I didn't want to bore him with my emotional and family problems, but I knew I had to talk to someone about what had just happened, and everyone else had already either gone to bed, or gone home. I could feel the anxiety balling my chest. I felt like the room was closing around me as each minute passed. The only thing that had made me get this far, was being wrapped in Tony's arms as we watched Star Wars.
"Sure, Padme. What's up?" He asked, sitting back down next to me.
"Well," I began. "When I went home to get my movies, i walked in on my mom kissing some guy. I know, I know. I should be happy for her. But she's been a single mom ever since I was seven years old. She's never needed a male to support her, and she never will. I guess I'm just not used to having a father figure..." I trailed off, and began twirling my thumbs.
"Well, that's okay. It's not expected for you to be okay with such a big change. It takes time to get used to those kinds of things." He said, putting a supporting hand on my shoulder for comfort.
I sighed, again. "I know. But when I was ignoring my mom, the guy...he just...he hurt me. He grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go."
Tony pulled my hand away from my wrist, which had been there the entire time we where watching the movies. I didn't want to see how the bruise looked. I knew for a fact that it was quite bad. He had a really strong grip.

I looked away, as he examined my wrist in the palm of his hands. His touch was cold, but warm at the same time.

"Izzy, have you seen this?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper now.
I took a quick glance at it. It was already purple, and the edges where red. It was much worse than I would have guessed.
"Iz, you have to get this checked out." He said, grabbing my Toms and throwing them at my feet.
I looked at him, questioningly. "Now?" I asked. "Can't we just, do it tomorrow?"
He shook his head. "Izzy, I think it's broken. Come on." He said, grabbing the keys to his car from the coffee table.
I sighed, but cooperated. He opened the wooden door, and stepped aside for me to exit first. I smiled up at him in thanks, and he followed me.
I'm not sure why, but I was surprised when he opened the car door for me as well. Not even Mike did these things. He leaned over to help me with my seat belt, but i shooed him away with my good hand.
"I'm not dying, Ana." I said, giggling.
He sighed, before closing the door for me, and getting in on the drivers side. I shivered, as he put the key in the ignition.
"Here." He said, turning in his seat, and grabbing a hoodie from the backseat.
I smiled and thanked him as I put it on. It was over sized, but perfect, none the less.
It smelled of cologne. A small smile formed upon my lips. "Tony? Can I ask you something?"
He nodded. "Of coarse. Anything, Izzy."
"Why are you so nice to me? Why do you...care...so much?" I asked, looking at my feet.
He was silent for a moment. "I like you, Iz. Why wouldn't I be nice to you? You're my friend." He said.
I tried to hide the red plastered upon my cheeks.
"And," He continued. "You're cute. You're cute when you blush, when you laugh. And when you cry, I want to hold you and cry too - right after I murder what hurt you anyways." He chuckled. "I love your dimples. I love the way you go red because of the littlest things. I love that you're a fan of Star Wars..." His voice faded out as we came to a park in the lot.
He got out, and opened the door for me, once again.
Once we where in the hospital, I checked in, and was submitted to a room. The nurse told me that the doctor would be in soon, and Tony and I took a seat in the room.

"Did you really mean that?" I asked, referring to what he had said in the car.
He nodded. "Of coarse I meant it, Padme. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't." He grinned at me.
I looked to the floor again, and bit my lip. "Can I ask you something else?"
Tony nodded, and gave me a toothy grin.
"Do you think I'm...ugly?" I asked.
He looked at me, questioningly. "What kind of question is that? No, I don't think you're ugly! Why would you think that? You're beautiful, Isobella. Okay? Why would you ever think anything else?" He took my hand, and laced our fingers together.

I told him about my dad. I told him everything. About Sam, about school, about how I felt about myself. I didn't leave a thing out. Not a single thought that went through my head as I was going through the situation.

"Izzy, that's horrible. You're not ugly. I love you. Mike loves you, Vic and Jaime loves you, your brother and family loves you, Sam loves you. You're dad was wrong. And all of those people who made fun of you in school? They were wrong too. You're going to be so much more than they ever will be." He said, pulling me into an embrace.
I smiled, and the doctor walked in.
"Ms. Santos?" He asked.
I nodded.

He began checking out my wrist, and asked a lot of questions. Including a description of the guy that hurt me.

After a long while of waiting, he concluded that my wrist was fractured.
Only on thing was going through my mind; what about my mom? Was she hurt? Has he done anything to her?

The ride home was silent. It wasn't awkward; it was as if Tony understood that I had to mourn about the fact that my mother had found another abusive man. He was understanding about it. I couldn't help but to be extremely thankful for it.

Once we got home, I hesitated before asking "Could you make sure my mom's okay? Just, go over and check on her?"
Tony nodded. "Of coarse, of coarse. It's 7 AM though..." He said, motioning to his phone.
"She'll be up." I said. "Just make sure she's okay."
He nodded, and I thanked him.

I hated to think about it, but I didn't think Mike would have done that for me. I think Mike would have made me go talk to her myself. Yes, that probably would be the best thing to do - for, both, my mom and I. But Tony understood that I needed time to cope and adjust to this. He was gentle. And I couldn't help but to love him for that.