Aja Naomi King as Dominique Toles
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Cymbeline's POV:
I opened my eyes and gasped . Where was I? I looked around and found myself in a bedroom. The walls were dark grey and the wall opposite the bed was made completely of floor to ceiling windows.
Woah. This person was rich.
Oh god, did I hook up with someone? No, no, no, no.
The memories of last night came flooding back. Zela had taken me to a nightclub. Drinks... dancing... boys.
But that was it.
Humming came from outside the door. It was soft and light and melodic. I rose from the bed and walked to the door.
I was still in my midnight blue gown. Thank God.
But at the thought of the gown, Rafael swarmed into my mind. Rafael: The love of my life. The one I was ready to spend the rest of my life with. The one who broke my heart.
My eyes welled up, but before tears could fall, I opened the door and headed towards the humming.
This place was huge. Huge, modern paintings hung in the hallway.
I stepped into the kitchen and spotted Zela dancing around and singing "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."
Oh thank god. It was just Zela. I had not hooked up with anyone.
"Oh hey, you're up. Your bag is over there on the counter and I set you up in the guest bedroom to give you some privacy," Zela waved her hand carelessly.
"Thank you," I smiled at her as politely as I could. I went to my bag and pulled out my phone.
Almost 50 missed calls. From Dominique, Raquelle, my parents, and... and Rafael.
"Shit, um, Zela can you take me home? I didn't really tell anyone where I was."
"Oh yea, for sure. After breakfast, yea?" she put a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. I nodded and sat down with her.
"You don't want to change into anything else? You really got a lot of attention last night," she motioned towards my gown. I did want to change. The dress was bringing me memories I did not want to face. Not yet.
"Do you remember what happened last night? All I know is the music and the booze and the dancing. I didn't do anything I'd regret, right?" I asked her.
"Oh compared to others, you were a total angel. The most you did was grind on some guys but nothing else," she spoke through a mouthful of cheerios.
She let me change into one of her clothes. They were a little tight but nothing too drastic. I put the gown into my purse and came out in a pair of dark jeans and a flowy top.
"Ready?" Zela said as I came out, dressed in a floral dress with brown ankle boots. I looked down at my own outfit and cringed at my sparkly heels from last night.
She led me to her car and I gave her directions to my house. My house that was absolutely nothing compared to hers. I wonder if she lived alone.
We got there in 20 minutes. Thankfully it wasn't too far. I exited the car and thanked her.
"You can return the clothes later. I gave you my number last night," she said before waving goodbye and driving off.
I sighed and walked to my front door. I knocked only once before it swung open and Dominique pulled me into her arms.
"Where the hell have you been exactly? And who was that?" she asked immediately.
"I'm sorry I didn't call or text. Something happened last night and I just wasn't in the best mindset," I hugged her back and buried my face into her neck.
"Oh, I know sweetie. Raf came by and told us what happened. He's such a dick, I swear, the next time I see him he's gonna regret ever doing this to you," she rubbed my back comfortingly.
I didn't say anything as I sobbed into her shoulder.
"I know you're not okay, but if you want to talk about it, Raquelle and I are just a door away," she soothed. I nodded and continued to sob.
"Did he tell you why?"
I shook my head. I hadn't even given him the chance.
"Wow. 5 years of putting up with his bullshit and nothing. And here I thought Raf was one of the good guys."
I sniffled and pulled back to meet her eyes. "No, I didn't give him the chance to explain. I just left. I met this girl and she took me to a club and I can't really remember anything after that."
"Oh. Well, at least you're home and safe now. You had me so worried," she hugged me again. This time, it was short and afterwards she led me to my bedroom and brought me some breakfast.
She put on The Office and we watched until we were done eating.
"Cym, I have to tell you something," she murmured quietly.
"What is it?" I sniffled. What could it possibly be to make her serious in two seconds?
"Last night, I got a call from the record label. The one I sent my songs to."
"Oh yea! How did that go? Did they sign you?" I turned to her fully and grabbed her arm excitedly.
"They did! Cym, I got signed to a record label. I'm a music artist!" she hopped excitedly.
The smile on my face was so wide my cheeks were beginning to hurt. Pride filled me. My best friend was getting her dream. She was going to become a professional music artist!
"This is such good news! Oh my gosh! Dude, you're going to be a celebrity," I exclaimed.
She nodded, but then her smile disappeared.
"There is one thing though," she calmed me down. "They told me I have to move to Los Angeles."
Los Angeles. So far away from Boston. She was going to move across the entire country.
"Oh. LA, huh? Well, there's beaches and hot people and summer tans and- and," I trailed off. Dont get me wrong, I was happy for her. But, I couldn't imagine life without her by my side.
"And everyone's a stranger. We can skype at any time, promise. You, me, Raquelle. I'll always make time for you guys," she nodded reassuringly.
I knew she loved us. I knew she'd miss us. But I also knew she wanted to go to LA more than anything. It was her dream. And nobody was going to get in the way of that.
"Yea, you better promise. Otherwise I'm going to fly to LA myself and kick your ass," I playfully pushed her.
"When are you leaving?"
"They told me if I wanted a free plane ticket, I have to leave by Wednesday."
One week. Not even a week. Wednesday was in 5 days. After 5 days, I wouldn't be seeing Dominique everyday.
"Well, come on now. Your things aren't going to pack themselves," I rushed into her room.
"Are you sure you want to do this now? Maybe you need to rest..." she trailed off as she watched me open a box and put some items in.
"No, I'm fine. I need to do this. If I rest, I'm just going to think about Rafael more," I shook my head.
Dominique opened her mouth to speak but someone cut her off.
"I'm home! Is Cym here yet?"
Dominique and I turned to each other. We grinned and made our way to the front of the house.
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