DOMINICK © [ENGLISH EDITION]

Chapter thirty-five

Dominick

I'm on the floor. I wait for everything to end, I wait for my true destiny: to die.

"GET DOMINICK NOW!" Here we are, come!" shouts Diego as he kicks my abdomen hard. Show us now how you fucked Kelvin, fucking son of a bitch!!" Scream taking her other kick to my face and a thread of blood begins to go down my nose and lips.

"No, please! Stop!" I heard that Harry shouted in the form of a plea.

"No... Harry... Go. This is my war..." I told him receiving other kicks from the other colleagues.

I contemplate how everyone looks at me, they do nothing to stop what is happening. Harry tries, but it's impossible for him.

Diego comes to me and pulls me by the neck, raising my body, leaving me together on the wall, starting to give blows all over my face.

"You deserve this and more, miserable rat," he says as he keeps hitting me. DAMN DEATH! - he screams throwing one last blow, where I fell to the ground.

"What's going on...? DOMINICK??" I heard my name. Leave him alone!! "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted.

«Dominick... I want to go back...»

«Dominick...»

"Ah... Oh... help.." logo say, being on his knees expelling blood through his mouth.

"Dominick! Come!" says the person I think I can identify as a girl.

"Hey!" "Please get him out of here" says Harry.

"What?"

"Pff... "Help him, please" he replied.

They came to me trying to get me up by the abdomen.

"Dom, up, let's go."

"I let him finish what he was doing. He deserves it as a son of a bitch," said Diego.

"You shut up, you fucking homophobic faggot. You get an inch closer to him or just touching a hair. You will pay dearly for it. "ALL of you will pay for it," the girl replied. Emphasizing that "everyone" with a threatening tone.

I began to move holding on to the girl's shoulder.

"Leave me... Let them finish with me..." he said quietly, giving a slight fuss about the pain.

"No. Don't say that. You're going to get out of here and you're not going back." She answered me very confidently.

Emily

I felt insecure. Thousands of memories came back to my mind. I felt disgusted when I saw her, and just remembered that day when... even my own mother... the day I lost everything.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him with contempt.

"This is Valencia, here a lot of people come to relax on vacation, little sister," said "sister" with a smile on her naughty face. That he confirmed to me that he was still the same as that time.

"Don't tell me again, little sister." I said. I was direct. And a lump formed in my throat.

"Are you still mad at me?" she asked me, perhaps waiting for a soft answer.

"I'm not anymore," I answered quickly but still firm. But I don't want to talk to people like you. Get out of my sight.

"Apparently, you're still angry..." he lowered his voice. He pouted, turned his eyes and left there with another smile.

I stood up and went to see Josh.

Dominick

I'm in a car. I feel like the breeze touches my skin gently, but still, it hurts, my whole body hurts.