Tony: Protective Instincts

"Honey, please get off the phone," Angela said to me.

I nodded at her quickly, slightly ignoring her. "One sec," I whispered. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still here," I said, returning to my phone call.

I tried my best to concentrate both on the road and the phone, but my focus was unfortunately more on the phone call.

Suddenly, I heard Angela shriek. I turned my head to look at her, but she was gone. Everything was gone. Even my car. I was falling through space, going nowhere. I was in some sort of black hole.

"Anthony! Anthony!" I heard Angela call.

I looked for her, spinning around trying to find her.Then I spotted her, falling gracefully right next to me. I smiled at her and reached out to touch her, but she pushed away my hand.

Next thing I knew, she rolled her eyes into the back of her head. She fell past me, screaming all the way.

I reached out my hand hoping to save her.


"AHH!!" I screamed, throwing up my head. I looked around quickly, jumping out of bed. I brought up my fists as if someone was attacking me, but when I realized I was all alone, I relaxed. I fell down on the bed, and sighed. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and coughed.

I grabbed my keys off the nightstand and went outside my room. I walked down the stairs to the lobby and straight up to the front desk. To my delight, the girl that had been there had been replaced by a man.

"Do you guys serve breakfast here?" I asked, scratching my neck.

The man raised an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes at myself, realizing he couldn't speak English. "L'hôtel sert-il le déjeuner?" I don't even need to tell you what that means.

The man laughed, glancing at his watch. "Je suis si désolé, mais nous ne faisons pas," he said in a sad tone. (Rough Translation: Sorry, but no.)

I nodded understandingly. I'd just find another place to have breakfast. I glanced at my watch as I walked out the front door.

1:00 AM! Yikes. The time change must be really getting to me.

I walked down the dark streets of Paris, looking around for some breakfast diner. More like I was looking for some diner that was actually open at one in the morning. "Wagon-restaurant de déjeuner" was the only restaurant I could see. Good enough for me.

I pushed open the door and entered. It was a quaint little place. Small, but nice. A waitress immediately seated me.

"Que voulez-vous?" she asked as I sat down. They were really quick to the point.

I glanced over the menu quickly. Everything sounded good so I went for the simplest thing. "Les oeufs et les pommes de terre satisfont," I said. (Translation: Eggs and potatoes please)

She nodded and wrote it down in her notebook. And with that, she was off.

I sat there, satisfied. While I waited I looked out the window, admiring the beauty of Paris. Even in the nighttime, the buildings looked beautiful. My eyes spotted the stars. They were very visible. Very visible. They were brighter than any stars I had ever seen before.

Suddenly the door swung open. I shifted my eyes to the front of the diner to see a pretty woman enter. She was quickly seated by the waitress only a table away from me. I nodded my head at her in a greeting. Guess I'm not the only one that gets up at 1:00 in the morning around here, I thought.

She nodded back, but then ignored me.

I smiled and then returned to admiring the city.

"Hey waitress!" I heard a man yell. I crinkled my nose and looked over at the counter. There was a man sitting on a seat.

The man was drunk, I could tell. He was swinging his cup around like an idiot and was probably going to ask for another drink. Something he probably should have stopped doing a LONG time ago.

"No more drinks," the waitress said, obviously disgusted.

The man rolled his eyes and groaned loudly. He stumbled over to my table, but immediately apologized. "Excuse me," he said, as he stumbled over to the pretty lady's table.

"Hello," he said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hi," she said awkwardly. She shifted her gaze the floor.

"You married?" he asked, licking his lips.

"No, and I don't intend to," she said, not trying to look intimidated.

"That's okay, just kiss me." He puckered up his lips and leaned forward.

She brought up her hand and slapped him across the face in that instant. He reacted angrily, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her off the ground.

That's when I reacted. I jumped up and yelled, "Cut it out!"

The man didn't, he put her up against the wall, refusing to move. I slid over next to him and gave him a quick punch in the face. He dropped her and she toppled to the ground. He faced me angrily, raising his fists.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking over at her.

"I'm fine," she said, pushing herself up.

"What's your name?" I asked, while at the same time preparing for a fight.

"Why do you need to know?"

"Just tell me, that way when I'm dead I can think to myself 'well at least I saved whatsherface,'" I said with a laugh.

"Stop talking to my girl!" the man yelled charging at me.

Right before he tackled me to the ground I heard her say, "My name's Jemima."

The End

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