Chance • {Dominic Sherwood; 1}

043. fucking hell

incoming call: Prtty Dominic

"hi."

"Hey, babe. Matt told me. I'm so sorry, and I'm so sorry I didn't answer earlier."

"it's alright."

"Do you need me to come? I could tell them it's an emergency."

"no."

"Are you sure? It's no trouble, Belles."

"i'm sure."

"Are you alright?"

"my mom just died, dom."

"I know, and I get that. But you sound... weird."

"i'm not high, if that's what you're asking."

"Of course it's not what I was asking."

"i'm pretty sure it's exactly what you were asking, dom. i knew you didn't trust me."

"What are you talking about? Of course I trust you."

"listen, you can't fix me, dominic. you can't, okay? i'm broken beyond repair and you dedicating your life to fixing my shitty brain isn't good for either of us."

"What the hell are you talking about? Don't call me by my full name to try and piss me off. I'm not trying to 'fix' you. I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to make sure you're safe."

"well, stop wasting your time. i can't be helped, obviously."

"Don't say that."

"..."

"Annabelle? Did you really just hang up on me? Fucking hell."