Two months ago, Dom and I moved in together, as room mates. He's let some of his "friends" stay with us. I have no problems with him letting other people live with us, but as long as he's done a slight background check.
Ring Ring
"Hello?" I say, just waking up.
"Can you pick me up?" Dom comes through.
"Dom? It's 3 A.M." I mumble sleepily.
"Just, please." He mumbles.
"Y-Yeah. Are you okay? Is everything alright?" I say,now concerned and getting up, putting pants on and grabbing my keys.
"Yeah. I'm at the corner store, closest to the hospital."
"Hospital?" I inquire, more concerned and walk out the door, locking it behind me.
"I'll be here waiting." He says, then ends the call. I sigh and get in the car.
10 minutes, later, I arrive. Pulling up to the curb, he gets in. I drive to a vacant back road and stop, on the side of the road. Leaning my elbow on the door, and slightly turning towards him, as I look at him. He sighs and tries not to make eye contact. I just watch him.
"I'm sorry for waking you." He mumbles.
"I don't care about that." I reply. He sighs. "Gonna tell me what happened?"
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"What do you me, what do I mean? Lets start with how you ended up there." I say and lean back in my seat.
"It was an old room mate." He mumbles and I just sigh rubbing my forehead. "I know, I know. I'm sorry." He mumbles sighing and slightly bowing his head. I turn the light, on the roof of the car on.
I take a deep breath seeing his busted lip, and bruised face. Turning off the light, I start the car and drive home. Arriving home, the elevator ride up to our apartment is silent. Walking down the hall, we arrive at our door. I unlock it and let him go in first.
He stops in the doorway and I look at him. He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply, closing the door behind us.
