V & V - Rageous Rageon Rise

A Murderer Just Like Me, Eye For An Eye

Dom POV:

I was sick to see the aftermath of what Mateo had done. It shocked and scared me to see him be so brutal.

What does it mean to me to see the love of my life kill? What does that say about my influence on him?

His morals...

His point of view is right or wrong. I blink, then pull my hands away. I can ask these questions later. We finish showering and then exit the shower. I help him get dressed, then I go to my room and drop the towel around my waist as I dress.

Once I'm dressed, I hang my towel to dry in my bathroom and return to Mateo's room. I find him sitting on his bed, crocheting.

A weird feeling turns over in my stomach. I quietly close the door and then approach his bed. Mateo looks up at me and scoots over so I can have a place to sit. I crawl onto his bed, quiet as Mateo snuggles beside me.

He continues to crochet like nothing has happened. I remain quiet for a bit, unsure of what I should say.

Dom: "How... are you doing?"

Mateo stops crocheting and looks up at me. He shifts so he's lying his head in my lap, one of his favorite resting spots. His pretty, glittery eyes stare up at mine again, again with that innocent look that hurts me to recognize he is no longer innocent.

Mateo: "I feel... lots of things."

Dom: "Can... we talk about them?"

Mateo nods and looks at his crocheting in the air.

Dom: "I'm... worried."

Mateo stops crocheting, his hands resting on his stomach as he meets my eyes again.

Mateo: "You think we'll get caught?"

Dom: "... no."

Mateo: "Then what is scared to you?"

Dom: "I influenced you... to murder someone."

Mateo blinks; it looks like his mind is registering what I've said.

Dom: "That's incredibly far from a good thing. I mean, you'll be my husband soon... and... I've gotten you to do... something that is life-changing most negatively."

Mateo: "I... killed him on my own volition."

Dom: "I shouldn't have let it get that far. I should have stepped in. I really should have."

Mateo: "He did bad... so I did it back to him."

Dom: "I feel like I pushed you to that mindset. I should have let well enough alone and reported him to the police. Anything other than... encourage murder."

Mateo sits up, waving his crochet into thin air as he looks at me.

Mateo: "You did not influence me."

Dom: "You can't say that, Mateo."

My voice comes out in a whisper, the horror of what I've turned him to terrifying me.

Mateo: "Dom... I wanted him to die. So... I made that happen. I know what I did was bad... but... I don't care. I'm happy he's gone. I'm happy Tony is gone. If I go to jail... then I go to jail. I don't have regrets."

His words leave me feeling cold. I usually like the cold, but I do not now. This is a hard, callous cold, aching my joints and muscles. He's... he's really not sorry. I've been sorry over the deaths I've caused... even at my worst, at least a little bit. But... there have also been deaths I've caused where... I really wasn't sorry, like Tony's.