Death Of Peace Of Mind || Dominik Mysterio

COMING UNDONE

Delaney's POV

Before I knew it, the sun was beginning to rise, and peak through the cracks in my curtains. My body ached from sleeping on the floor of my living room. I really shouldn't say sleeping, as I barely did. After my little "audience" and the rather creepy text message, sleep was out of the question. I had periodically found myself drifting off, only to jump back to consciousness. I groggily looked around my living room before squinting my eyes at my phone lying on the floor next to me, the message still on full display. I had no possible idea who could've sent it, the number didn't look familiar. 

my pondering was quickly interrupted by my cell phone rapidly buzzing from a phone call. I long, drawn out yawn escaped my lips as accepted the call. 

"Morning baby sis!" Demi cheerfully greeted on the other end. 

"Mm, morning." I replied quietly.

"Woah, did I wake you? Laney it's already past 10am, you never sleep in." 

"Well, I actually didn't sleep much so, no you didn't wake me. Just tired is all." I answered her questioning.

"What kept you up sis?" she asked.

I pursed my lips together, pausing for a moment. It would be the right thing to tell my sister about my potential stalker, but then again what if it was just a prank? or what if maybe just maybe, whoever this person was had the wrong girl? I don't know. But what I do know is that if I were to tell Demi what happened, she would be on an endless warpath until she discovered the culprit...and we just don't need that. 

"Oh um, nothing really just one of those nights ya know. I think it was maybe just my back."

"Have you been going to you physical therapy? doing your stretches?"

"Yes...mom" my eyes rolled. "Just a rough night, I think it was from bending over and making those extensive last minute changes to Damian's outfit last night." I quickly lied. 

"Oh right, that makes sense." She paused. "Well, if you're up for it the guys are coming over to mine and Buddy's today. Family game day, and Damian is making another one of his moms' recipes for dinner, if you'd like to come join us. Mostly me, you can't leave me alone with all these sweaty men." She laughed a bit at the end. I pondered for a moment. She always invited me out, very sheepishly cause usually the answer was a flat-out no. I liked my space, and I liked my peace, which she understood.  But as of last night, my peace had been disturbed and to be completely honest, being home alone sounds terrifying. 

"Alright, alright, I'll be over in a little bit." I finally answered. 

"Really!?" she gasped. "Oh Laney, thank you! I'll see you in a bit!" and with that the call ended.

~*~

A few hours later, I finally gathered the energy to shower, get dressed and apply my makeup. I slipped into a black and white plaid tank dress that formed around my curves nicely. I covered my upper half with a black slouch cropped crewneck and slipped on my old black converse. I left my auburn hair in its natural state, wavy and messy and falling past my shoulder blades. I did light make up, just a little wing and some lip gloss before grabbing my things and heading out. 

Once I reached Demi's front door, I let out a heavy sigh before entering. It wasn't that I didn't want to be there, I would much rather be with my sister than along at home right now. It was the guys; they had a tendency to forget about personally boundaries and that was something I was still trying to get used to even after all this time. 

I pushed through my nerves and held my head high as I made my way through Demi's house to the rowdiness that was coming from their game room in the back. I stepped through the doorway and the sight in front of me was honestly one I couldn't NOT laugh at. Demi was standing up on her couch jumping up and down with the switch controller in her hand, yelling at the top of her lungs. I glanced around the room to find the rest of the crew in various states of distress. 

"Man, I really forgot how serious Mario Kart gets in this house" I finally spoke up, causing Demi to whip her head around in my general direction. Finn saw this and took advantage of the reigning champ being distracted and threw a blue shell her way, one I'm assuming he had been holding onto for quite a while. 

"What!?! no! Not fair!" Demi yelled, as she stared in defeat, the screen showing Finn's pick, Yoshi, as the winner of the game. He jumped up in victory, the others laughing at the two. Demi set down her controller and made her way over to me, a small pout on her lips. 

"You made me lose Laney," she huffed. I laughed at my ridiculous sister as she pulled me in for a tight hug. 

"You were going to lose anyways mate; I had that blue shell waiting for you since lap one!" Finn shouted over his shoulder, causing everyone to laugh once again. 

~*~

We spent several hours in the game room, taking turns beating each other in various Mario games. It ended up becoming a huge workout, between the hype of the game and the laughter caused by Finn's antics and Demi's fighting words. I was fanning myself with my hand when I finally just decided to strip myself of my crew neck, exposing my tattoo clad shoulders. It was in that moment I felt familiar eyes burning into me. I knew it was him, I knew it was. I had done my very best to completely ignore his existence since arriving earlier. I refused to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me. 

Dominik's POV

God damnit.

I loved our little "family" days more than I would ever let on; they gave me a sense of normalcy in our crazy lives. But what are the odds, that on this one particular day Delaney finally decides to join us. It would be the day after she almost caught me, watching her. I had done my very best to ignore her, keeping my eyes anywhere but her general vicinity. It wasn't until I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, that I folded.

There she sat, in-between Demi and Finn, now stripped of her covering sweatshirt. Her shoulders bared for the taking, tattoos danced across her ivory skin. Her frame was small, and I found myself imaging how easy it would be to throw her over my shoulder.... on more than one occasion. The dress she wore hugged her curves in a way I envied. The hem of her dress cut off at her mid-thigh, a place I wish I could bury my head in and claim as my own. Tendrils of her fiery hair fell across her chest that bounced as she laughed. Everything about her was pure perfection. My favorite pass time had become drinking her in, every last little detail until I could imagine her spot on, with my eyes closed. 

"Hey, what ya staring at there bud?" Damian asked in a hushed tone, his elbow connecting with my and pulling me from my fantasies. 

"Nothing." I quickly muttered back, my eyes not leaving my girl once.

"You sure, cause it kind of looks like you're staring at Laney like a piece of meat... again." He chuckled. My eyes snapped in realization and met with Damians knowing. This wasn't the first time he called me out on my obsession. He had caught me scrolling through her socials many times, staring her down back stage, continuously asking Demi about her. Thankfully he was the only one who had seemed to even remotely catch on. My eyes scanned back over towards her, and that's when I realized she was no long there, but now getting up and heading out of the room. 

Without hesitation, I followed. 

I had spent so many years, watching. I was aching, dying to do more than watch. I needed her like we needed air. Like a fish needs water. I let my feet guide me through the house to her, like a magnet pulling me. My eyes scanned over every room I passed until they finally landed on the back of her head, standing in the kitchen. She was alone, free for the taking and no one around to stop me or make me think twice. It wasn't often I found the opportunity to have these moments with just her. Though, I personally didn't allow it to really happen. She wasn't ready to accept me, to hand herself over entirely to me. But I couldn't wait any more. I had to start making moves, planting seeds. Now that she's already almost caught me, I had to be more tactful. 

I'm not sure if it was the lack of impulse control, she caused me to have, or the mountain of desire building up inside me...but nevertheless I was soon standing directly behind her. I could see her shoulder tense as she sensed the presence behind her. Her head turned ever so slightly, as her hazel eyes peered over her shoulder and met mine. 

"Hello again, Gatita."