V & V - Rageous Rageon Rise

Bala En La Pared

(Sorry for not uploading; I got pretty sick :(. I'm back, though. Thanks for the patience.)

Dom POV:

I wake up in a good mood, turning over in my sleep to see Mateo fast asleep peacefully. I smile, happy to see him content. I kiss his cheek gently, then get up. I go to my car out front, then bring in the small amount of stuff I brought over to move in.

Quietly, I move into the bedroom he first allowed me to use when I arrived here for my first visit. I unpack what I can, feeling content once I have all my clothes folded and put away. Speaking of clothes...

I go and pick up the clothes lying around, then take them outside. I walk until I'm behind the ranch, then sit down at the wash and basin Mateo has. I fill it up with water, then get to work on scrubbing the clothes by hand. 

It's not the quickest job, but it's relatively relaxing to do outside in the countryside, with open fields and a cool breeze to keep me company.

As I wash, images of last night slowly flash in my mind.

*SCRUB*

*FLASH*

I imagine seeing Tony down the street.

*FLASH*

*SCRUB*

I imagine punching him.

*SCRUB*

*FLASH*

I imagine dragging him inside, shoving my fingers down his throat.

*FLASH*

*SCRUB*

I imagine whispering to him, my heart racing, my hands shaking.

*SCRAPE*

I stop scrubbing, realizing I've just been scrubbing my fingers against the washboard. They're hot and raw, slightly bleeding around the nail bed. I focus on them, watching as they heal. Yet, the rush I feel from reliving the killing yesterday... it's crazy how much it energizes me. That isn't going away...

I can't explain the frenzy it sends my heart into. The hammer of my heart in my chest, the joy I felt watching the pain in his eyes increase.

Hmm.

I finish washing the clothes, in an excellent mood as I think about Tony and his death. I... didn't know this side of me would remain, but I guess you can't reform everything. Plus... I can rationalize killing him.

There isn't an ounce of sorry within me. No remorse, no apology. I don't feel the slightest bit bad... and the joy I feel is like a relapse of a drug. The high I get from killing... there's nothing like it. It feels good to have gotten to kill someone who deserved it.

I hang up the clothes on a clothesline, admiring my work before heading inside. I cook breakfast, making Mateo and me simple eggs, bacon, and coffee. I plate it, then set the table outside with everything Mateo likes.

I set out his three cubes of sugar, creamer, and whipped cream. He's so cute with his coffee. I prefer mine to be all black, but with him and how sweet it is, I do enjoy it when he lets me take small sips.

I finish up with breakfast, then go upstairs. I find Mateo asleep still, cuddled in his blanket. I walk over and kiss his cheek, waking him up as I rub his back.

Dom: "Hi, Mateo."

Mateo: "Hola, mi amado."

His voice is extra raspy today, making my heart flutter. He sits up, rubbing his eyes as he yawns.