days on end - dominic fike (cancelled)

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jangling the keys into the door, i creaked it open slowly.

"anyone home?" i called out and turned on the hallway light. thankfully, no one responded and i entered the home.

i knew my uncles car wasn't in the driveway, but it was likely of him to leave one of his coworkers or one night stands walking around in our apartment alone. usually with my robe. so often that i actually hid my good one and gave him the community robe.

entering my empty room, the first thing i did was was light one of my mother's candles. her and my father ran a small business selling candles before they passed. all of their materials were in my closet and once and a while i'll make a candle when i really miss them.

running the shower, i stripped from my dingy work clothes and threw it in the hamper. waiting to for the water to warm up, i looked at my frail body in the mirror. tracing all the bruises and scars, it pained me to think about the man behind them; my uncle.

he would always beat on me, due to the hatred and pain in his aching heart. he had lost his brother and his best friend in a robbery at their candle shop. with their savings being given to me only in their will, he envied the money saved for my college fund. he believed it should've been his, and he took as much as he could out of it. he takes full responsibility of me, yet makes me pay rent and for my own bills. he claims that i just make him so upset, but him seeing my mother in me makes him always give the same sorry excuse.

"i'm sorry i hit you. i'm sorry i touched you. you just make me so angry sometimes. then you always remind me of your mother and how much i miss her..."

it never made sense to me why he had ... touched me, but claim how much i reminded him of my mother.

i'm sure it would've been a reoccurring thing but he told me that "i scream and move too much, it turns him off."

snapping me out of my traumatic thoughts, my text ringer had gone off. my instinct thought it would be jack, but an unsaved number had sent a message.

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+18772415432
11:27 pm

thanks again for ur help jit

i'm guessing this is dominic ? lol

no it's daddy.
yea it's dom
don't mind that that was my broter

broter?
and you said thank you like a million times
you're welcome again :)

my b
imma little drunk rn

what a way to celebrate
the first night back i guess.
how'd you even get my number ?

i called my bro
on ur phone
earlier

i see
well enjoy
have fun! stay safe!

ur so nice to me

i'm just a nice person :)
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"im just a nice person?" i scoffed at myself. i hated how awkward i always acted in front of boys. it took so long for me to be comfortable around grayson, but he told me that my "awkwardness made me cute". full of shit, if you ask me. i'm sure the tramp he got with the first night in los angeles surely couldn't be as shy as me.

continuing my bathing, i could hear my uncle stumbling around down stairs. there's a plethora of things that could be happening down there. either he's drunk, looking to get drunk, or occupied with a woman. or a little bit of each of them. i just prayed that he would keep himself downstairs.

i opened the single window in my room to let fresh air in and the smell of rain. the white noise of the rain would also send me to sleep, for another day of work tomorrow.

i worked 4 days a week. monday's and thursday's were my days of school, but taking all of my classes at once and summer classes, i had received my bachelors degree of modeling at 21. sunday's were usually my days off, but occasionally i would pick up shifts.

working and school were my only excuse to leave the house. as much as i loved hanging out with jack, he would always invite me out to parties which weren't my scene. he plays football for his school, and built a tolerance for frat parties.

more or less, i just wanted to save my money to move to la. apartments in los angeles weren't cheap, but i saved a lot of money and purposely purchased a car with a lot of room so i could move all of my furniture. also i dream to be signed to a modeling agency that pays quite well.

my childhood dresser was mostly the only thing in the room. the majority of my clothes were all packed and many toiletries were in cases also. eventually i started to pack myself up, just in case something jurassic happened and i had to leave abruptly. anxiety will do it to you.

curling up into my bed, i decided to fall asleep my usual way; scrolling on instagram. it was starting to work until dominic had replied to my text message.

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+18772415432
12:04 am

when can i see u again ..

i'm working tomorrow :(
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"what's the deal with leaving me on read?" i whispered to myself. i fumbled my phone onto the charger beside me and placed it on my makeshift nightstand of bins.

"i hope he isn't serious," i think to myself. but in reality, it'd be really cute it he was.

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