Love Gone Wrong

Chapter 9: Dominika

Chapter 9: Dominika

As she opens her eyes, she is instantly blinded by the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. She makes a guttural groaning sound and shroud's herself with her blankets. Her phone starts to buzz and she waves her hands wildly before slamming her hand down on the night-table. 

"What do you want?" she barks, her voice heavy with the sign of a hangover.

"Looks like somebody had a little too much to drink." Alexandra laughed. Her voice seemed louder than usual and it sent millions of tiny needles to pierce her ears. 

"Can you just be a little quieter?" Dominika moaned, throwing the blankets off her and forcing herself to sit up. "You're voice is more boomier than usual."

"Boomier? Is that even a word?" 

"Past' zakroi (shut up)." Dominika grumbled, trying to remember the night before.

Faces appeared in her head; the usual faces like Mark, her parents, Congressman Yuri, Vlad... Wait, Vlad? She shoots up in surprise and nearly falls off her bed. Vlad Pavlov was there. Vlad Pavlov was the nephew of Congressman Yuri. Never in a million years would she expect Vlad fuckin' Pavlov to be at some stuck up rich people's party. He seemed better than that to go to a stupid political party. She would expect him to go to a real party where teenagers would be spewed all over the room, high or drunk or having sex. Nobody would have to get all dressed up in expensive clothes they were only going to wear once in their lives. It was raw and oh so real. She wanted rawness in her life, but under this household, she wasn't going to.

"You know," Dominika started. "Vlad was at the party?" There was a long silence after she said it. It was tranquil in a bad way that Dominika thought that Alex was dead. "Alex, are you--"

"Did he touch you?!" she screamed over the phone.

"What?" Dominika asked. "Why did you ask that first?"

"Did the asshole rape you?!" 

"No!" Dominika cried over the phone in exasperation. "God, Alex. Stop freaking out!"

"Okay, fine, I'll calm down a little bit,"  she took a deep sigh and then continued. "Why was he there?"

"He's the nephew of some deadbeat congressman who's wife left him and took the kids. I think Vlad came to be shown off. You know how congressmen are with their children and wives." Dominika replied nonchalantly, knowing the low down on all of it.

"I actually don't, but go on."

"Smart-ass." Dominika muttered. "So anyway, my parents made me dance with him and nothing else happened." She lied. "I swear."

 "Something tells me you're lying!" Alexandra sang through the phone, leaving a buzz in Dominika's ears. "What really happened?"

"Nothing!" Dominika exclaimed. "I swear! Now stop pestering me about it and tell me why you called." 

"Still lying, but I'll let that slide." she replied. "I was calling to see if you needed any help with your hangover but I see that you're going swimmingly." 

"No," Dominika protested. "No! I need you! You're the queen of solving hangovers. You actually have a social life out of ballet! Come over." 

"Will you feed me?" 

"Of course."

"I'll be over as fast as I can!" Before Dominika could say 'goodbye', the phone line was dropped and she flopped back into bed, pulling the covers over her and falling into a deep sleep. Sadly, that deep sleep was interrupted with the pain of a red haired girl flopping on top of her, forcing her to cry out and wake up.