Dominique: Her Tale of Fate

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That day went on better than it had started. Dominique had worked through her shift seamlessly, and without another problem. After what she had done to the men, the others became well cultured, and well, they were scared of her. They knew best than tease or abuse her, and stuck with the call girls, and the dancers.

Paul explained all about the job to her, and also explained that she would be needed more in the late afternoons and evenings - she was to close at eleven pm in the nights. This was so late, but she couldn't care less.

That night, she returned to the fort, and she sure dished the girls the story of her first day in work, the fight, and also how Joe had stood up from her, and how she survived being thrown out of her job.

Anastasia, just like Paul and Gen, also thought that what Joe did was absurd, and a bit suspicious, but she on her the other hand, told Dominique to take advantage of every situation - crazy or not; believable or unbelievable.

While Sharon, she only sat aside and listened to their conversations without adding in. She was slightly less grumpy than when Dominique had first met her, and this was a relief to Minnie.

That night before sleeping, Minnie was swept away by thoughts of Alex, and she felt herself brood in his memories - in the memories of the two of them. She felt the cold air slap her naked arm as she sat on her bed, and she closed her eyes recalling when she was in his arms - protected and covered by him. She was a weakling whenever it came it him - he was her deepest weakness, and she knew she would fall each time she thought of him.

She stood from the bed, and tiptoed to the door, and silently opened the door, and walked out. The night was cold and silent - but, it was perfect. She let the cold air get into her. She was tired of missing him. She didn't want to be this afraid. She didn't want to seem this small, but she had lost control of herself. She was no longer the girl she had grown up to be.

She was a mess.

Yet, even her damaged wings carved to fly again, and gain back control. She closed her eyes, and for the last time imagined his face, and his warmth, and his touches, and his kisses. It was right for her to say goodbye, and lock whatsoever emotions she had in her heart. Her eyes clouded with tears as she did this, and she pressed her eyelids together, and the droplets of her water came rolling down her cheeks.

"I will always love you, Alexander, now and forever, and no matter what happens, I will never ever stop wishing that you were here." She said as she let the tears flow freely down her check - knowing very well that this would be the last time she would make herself so subtle, and so moved to tears.

She wiped her face clean, and looked into the night with all determination. This was the dawn of a new beginning, and she was going to fight to get over everything at all cost.

No matter what it takes!

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The following day, Dominique's bunk mate shot a crazy idea into her head, and suddenly that suggestion turned out to be something she didn't even realized she had been craving for ever since she could tell that she realized it existed.

"Don't you want to be educated?" Anastasia had asked.

Dominique had shut down from Ana and the others, as her mind wandered back to the brothel. Those times that she had shared a bit of happiness with some other girls at Dinah's dynasty. There were two particular girls, whom were both far older than her, and they were brought in from a huge town, and they were educated.