SO I'm writing this new story! Here is chapter one, tell me what you think!


Chapter 1

Dom's POV

"Can you get her to stop crying?" I asked Rachel while I sat in a kitchen chair.

"Dammit Dom, I'm trying!" She yelled. I sighed and held my head, waiting for my headache to pass.

Two years. I've been gone for two long, dreadful years. And I haven't head a single word from any of them. Come to think of it, it is my fault things turned out the way they did. I was only 13 hours away from them, and none of them ever tried to get me, well I didn't tell them where I was.

New Mexico. That's where I am. All because I'm a fuckup.

I came home form Lompoc, and everyone wanted to be all lovey dovey shit. Well, I don't do that. I blew up at them a few times, and when it still happened, I couldn't take it. I took off, like I always do. Mia always wanted to have deep conversations, Letty wanted to cuddle, the guys wanted to always hang out.

I wanted to be alone. I was so used to it, after two years in jail it became a lifestyle. I made my way to New Mexico and started over. I got in with the wrong crowd at one of the races here and made some bad choices. That's how I met Rachel, at one of the races. She supplied the guys with the weed. She was cute, so I took my chances.

When I met Rachel, she had long light brown, slightly curly hair, and big blue eyes, full of life. She was thin, had nice long legs, and was evenly tanned. I was attracted to her, just like every other guy, or that's what I was told. In one year, she changed more than I did. Instead of supplying the drugs, she started taking the drugs. I won't lie; I tried it, and the feeling I got from it made me crave more.

And the sex was great. But being high and having sex, usually led to mistakes, which in our case it did. I got Rachel pregnant about a year ago, right when we both started using. Once she found out, she took off, saying she had to get clean to have the baby. She only returned a few months ago. She had a little girl, Savannah, she named her. Let's just say being a dad isn't one of my things.

In all honesty, I only got worse with drugs as she got clean. Savannah's now almost a year old. Rachel insisted on helping me get clean, but she fell back into the cycle herself. She forgot what she was missing out on. To say the truth, Rachel now looks like hell. From getting high and raising a child, it's definitely taking a toll on her. Now Rachel's hair is either always matted down, in knots, or sticking up everywhere. She gained some weight, her eyes are dull, and her personality went down the drain.

Not like I'm any better. I look old. Worn out. I constantly look tired, my eyes bloodshot, I'm paler, skinnier, look old. I'm a drug addict, that's why. And I don't like it.

Right now, we didn't have any money, Savannah was screaming, and we needed our fix. "She's hungry Dominic," Rachel said flatly.

"Alright? Nothing we can do about it." I shrugged. Rachel stood up holding a wailing Savannah and walked out the front door with her. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out," I muttered.

9 fucking months old. Rachel comes in here with a fucking 9-month-old and expects everything to be fine. Now, two months later, things still aren't going good.

Rachel's POV

I came back, two months ago, so Dominic could meet his daughter. I let when I was 4 months pregnant because I knew neither of us were ready to be parents. I found my mom and went home with her, in Arizona. Savannah was a crack-baby, but I sobered up. I was completely sober when she turned 6 months. I was happy, Savannah was happy. And that fucking man just never let my mind.

I don't know if you could say I 'loved' him, but I deeply cared for Dom. He was hot, no doubt, well when I met him at least. He never told me his whole story, only bits and pieces. I stayed with him because I knew with the drugs in my system, I'd be safe wit him. Only he started using, then I stayed with him because he had drugs. Then I got pregnant, and I left him.

When I returned, I expected him to be as clean as I was, and have his life on the right track. Only he wasn't, so I was determined to clean him up, so Savannah could have both her parents in her life. But after seeing him take them, the urge was too strong, and I couldn't fight it. So I gave in, and it was like old times. Then my life went back to how it was; only now my daughter was stuck in it.

I shook the thoughts from my head. It was freezing out today, my worn out sneakers walked along the small amount of snow on the ground. I zipped up Savannah's two-sizes too small jacket and kept walking. I turned down the familiar alley and knocked on the door to the small apartment. A scruffy looking guy answered. "Mark," I said.

"Rachel, good to see you," he smiled and stepped aside so I could come in.

Dom's POV

"I got them," Rachel yelled walking back into the apartment. I jumped up from my spot on the couch and walked into the kitchen by her. He placed Savannah on the ground and opened the brown bag. Rachel smiled up and me and I smiled back. We took out the contents, made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen, and started using.

An hour later, we were sitting in the living room on the couch, high off our asses. Savannah was in her small bedroom doing god-knows-what. I felt great, absolutely great. Spacey, calm, relaxed, it was the best feeling ever.


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