En·dear·ing

The missing piece

Dominic • POV

There's blood

So much blood

In my hair, on my hands, my clothes, on my face.

But I can't stop

I won't stop

Not until everyone that took her away from me is dead...

6 days earlier...

"No" I croak out when I hear the door downstairs slam.

Chasity gets off me, but not before placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek making me want to throw up.

She taps her friends shoulder who seems to be having a good time with Kuba whispering something in her ear.

She quickly gets off of him grabbing her hand and they walk out the room giggling and smiling.

As I watch them make their way downstairs with their clothes in hand, they both blow us kisses at us, snickering like wicked witches.

I try so hard to get up but I can't....I feel so powerless, so abused.

I watch the clock on the bedside table and before I know it, 7 hours pass and I'm able to slowly move my hands, than toes, than head.

I look to see Kuba who stares ahead lifeless. I think he can't move yet until he hangs his head down low in shame.

I see tears prick at his eyes.

I want to hug him and tell him it's alright but I can't, I can't move. I feel like if I move this nightmare that I'm living will become a reality.

So instead I sit, and wait.

I wait for another 3 hours hoping she comes back so I can apologize.

But how can I explain, how will she look at me the same.

She will no longer see me as myself but as a small man who allowed himself and his best friend to get assaulted in their own home.

I turn back to look at Kuba but he's already looking at me, I go to speak to him but he slowly gets up and I watch as he makes his way downstairs.

He's mad at me

Of course he is. 

I dragged him into this, I allowed him to experience another traumatic event in his life when the last one keeps him up all night.

I'm the reason he can't sleep at night, and the reason he lost the love of his life.

I want to take back my power so bad but I can't. 

I want to tell Arden that this was a misunderstanding, but how am I able to convince her I'm still the same Dominic she knew before.

It takes me another hour before I get up and make my way to the bathroom.

Once I enter, I feel the bile in my throat start to rise causing me to run to the toilet and throw up.

It takes me 7 minutes until I finally stop. Time feels like it's going so much slower now.

I hop in the shower and it's not long until I'm scrapping at my skin, feeling so dirty and used.