Death Of Peace Of Mind || Dominik Mysterio

AFTER HOURS

Delaney's POV.

It was about three in the morning when I finally finished my movie. I had tried to pay attention to it, though the fact of seeing it over a thousand times mixed with the confusion of Dominik new nickname for me kept me quite distracted. My mind was so boggled I hadn't even noticed the growing number of notifications I had received.  I unlocked my phone and started swiping through all the emails, texts, and tweets. I opened up the Judgment Day group chat to see an abundance of drunken texts from Finn, mostly jumbled up song lyrics. That was followed by Damian asking everyone if they had seen Dominik. It ended up being assumed he had gone home and passed out since there was a lack of response from him. I closed out the group chat, thats when I noticed a text from an unrecognized number.

Uknown Number: Nice shirt, sleep tight mi amor x

I stared at my phone in disbelief. The light from the screen and the TV were the only things illuminating the room. My head slowly raised as I looked out my living room windows, my curtains stupidly wide open for the whole world to see me. It was then I noticed a light quickly extinguish and a dark figure dart away from the front of my yard and into the night. I sat in my place, completely and utterly frozen. Someone had been watching me, for god only knows how long, and my skin was crawling. When I finally mustered up the courage to move, I moved as fast as humanly possible to every one of my windows, made sure they were locked and closed the curtains. I slid down the wall, clutching my phone to my chest with the mysterious messaged on display still. It was a joke, right? had to be. Had to be Finn, just drunk off his ass playing a prank, that's it.

Right?

~*~

Dominik's POV

Fuck.

I was almost caught. I knew I wasn't playing it safe tonight, but my patience was wearing thin with her. For years, I've been waiting for her to open up, allow me into her life, and suck her into mine so fast it'd make her head spin. She's always been so god damn, quiet. She was nothing like I was used to. She was peace and I was violence. I was leather, and she, lace. She knew nothing of me, but I knew everything about her. Her very presence made me abandon all morals; she actually made me insane. I had become obsessed, with chipping away slowly but surely. I had enveloped myself in her life and she had absolutely no clue. I had followed her,

 every 

single

night.

Every single night I could, I followed her every move. From the moment she left the arena to the moment her pretty little head met its fate against her pillow. I knew her routines; a hot shower followed by a John Hughes movie and popcorn. Ending the night with peppermint tea and heating pad to her back to sooth the never-ending aches from a back injury she suffered when she was 17. I knew everything. Yet she knew nothing. Nothing of my obsession, nothing of my longing, my desire, my need...for her. 

I had ran from her place for what felt like a century, I couldn't risk her coming out and spotting me, not just yet. It was when I finally stopped to catch my breath, that my phone started ringing. I slipped it out of my pocket and glanced at the caller ID.

"Yes, Damian...?" I answered. 

"Hey Dom, where you at?! I thought we were meeting up at the bar tonight, Finn's already got a head start on everyone." He spoke, which was quickly followed by a very clearly inebriated Finn yelling in the background. 

"Yeah, I um, head to do something. " I said, not sounding nearly as convincing as i had hoped. 

"Right well, I should probably get the Irishman home anyways. See you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah man, see you tomorrow." I quickly hung up before the conversation could go any further, 

By now, I was walking up tp my own house, ready to call it a night. Was it a coincidence that i happened to live just a few blocks away from Delaney? absolutely not. I had planned that bit too. The moment I discovered where she lived, I spent weeks trying to convince some poor sap that if he valued his life he would move out and rent his home to me. It made my late-night escapades much easier. 

Once inside, I locked the door and headed straight for my bedroom, stripping the day off myself and crawling into bed. Before I could fall asleep, I had one more piece of business to attend to. I opened the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out my secondary phone, hitting a specific contact and typing out a message before tossing the phone aside and turning over to sleep. 

"Nice Shirt, sleep tight mi amor x. "