Dominique: Her Tale of Fate

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Dedicated to Teefabulous for always being the first to vote and comment. She has been with me since the first book, and never stopped until the book ended. Thank you so much, sweetie.❤️

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The wind howled in the distance, echoing as a choir of singers, and dogs barked to the howls. Dominique's legs spluttered against the dried and empty road as she sauntered down the street. Her feet were dusty, and so were the rest of her. She had not come to rest ever since she had left. Her legs had goaded her to the paths of a cool and sparse neighborhood. Her mind was impassive, and she perambulated like a lost sheep.

What was she thinking? 

It would not be easy to forget him so soon. She wasn't strong; she thought she was. It wasn't about the lies. It was not Matthew's words. Neither was it Vincent, Madison, Abigail, or Andrew. It was all about him. He had been the most important thing she had hankered for. How stupid she was to have left her heart open and unguarded, and she had fallen deeply for his words, that she failed to notice he had come into her heart? And now, she will never be the same. She craved to be close to him and to feel his heartbeat. Without him, she was incomplete. He was all she ever needed, and she had just let him go.

For the umpteenth time, she dried her face with the back of her palm, and the wet sensation of teardrops that had rolled from her eyes reminded her of the many memories she bolted in her mind.

If she was going to survive, then she had to forget about them. All the memories; sweet or bitter, had to be destroyed. It was all a farce, after all. She had imagined the impossible. How could they ever be together? She was filth, and he was saintly. This never happens, and hers would not be an exception.

Anyhow, all she built were dreams in the air, and now, reality had surged in, and to keep sane, it was noblest she left. Where she'll head to and what she'll do? Those would work out, somehow. She always found a way around situations; this won't be different.

A pointy object came into her face, and she jumped back in shock rather than fear, which her attackers had presumed. Her eyes met with the man who held the knife, and soon scanned around to find he wasn't alone, and she had once again found herself in a mess bigger than her.

"Well, what is a beautiful thing like you doing here?" The one with the knife asked. She kept her gaze on his weapon as she clenched and unclenched her fists momentarily.

"It's none of your freaking business!"

The man laughed; his voice echoing in the silence of the dawning night.

Despite his humor, Dominique remained alert, and she kept her alarmed eyes on his weapon and the other men. The man took a few steps toward her, and suddenly, he moved toward her.

She blanched as he brought the sharp end of his knife to her neck. Her heart paused as the fear of the weapon piercing her skin came over her.

"Please, let me go."

The man laughed once more; this time more fearsome. He trailed the knife over her skin, and she shirked.

"That I can't do, princess," He sassed as his knife explored the open parts of her shoulder; trailing over her skin.

A deliberate cough came from the man's back, and this distracted him enough for Dominique to slip from his grip and grab his weapon, and before he could comprehend what had happened, circumstances had changed. Dominique was the one with the upper hand as she held the knife against the man's neck. His brows were raised and beads of sweat had hurriedly formed on his face; at that moment he looked like he was going to pee in his shorts.