Title: Faint Memories
Author: Melanie/thegamegirl14
Rating: NC-17 for language
Feedback: Of course!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any characters seen or mentioned from TF&TF (copyright Universal Pictures).
CHAPTER ONE: An Unknown Fear
I felt a sudden, unpleasant spike of fear jolt my body, and I immediately grabbed Dominic's arm, pulling him aside despite the embarrassment it might cause. Our bodies were mere inches apart, and I could smell the damp cologne he was wearing. He seemed indifferent to me as I stared at the ground, my hand absentmindedly clutching the sleeve of his leather jacket. I looked up at him, his brows creased into an annoyed frown. I was a little annoyed myself, but nonetheless, I didn't show it. For some reason, I was determined to keep him away from the inevitable race that was going to take place. Something was wrong. I didn't want him to go, but I didn't know how to make him understand.
"What?" he asked impatiently, his ego coming into play.
I knew nothing I said would matter to him, but I had to try. "Don't," I said simply. Something's up, my mind screamed at him. Something's not right; I can't let you do this!
"Don't what?" he asked rudely, and I itched to slap him, but I grabbed my leg hard.
"Don't race Dom. Something's wrong."
He let out an exaggerated sigh. "Don't do this Let. You know I need this."
I chewed on my lower lip. "I know, but…"
"Just stop, Letty," he interrupted me. "Nothing's wrong. I have to go."
He pried my hand off of his jacket, and walked over to his car. He climbed in, and the fear doubled over. I felt someone touch my shoulder. It was Mia.
"Damn-it Mia," I told her, "you're brother is dumb as hell."
She laughed. "That's why you love him so much, right?"
I didn't answer her. I was too busy worrying myself. My eyes swept the crowd, but I could see nothing that could explain my spontaneous fear for Dominic. Nothing.
Suddenly, Leon's cries rang above the chatter of the crowd.
"Cops, cops!"
The large crowd scattered immediately, and for a second I just stood still. I felt Mia slap me sharply in the shoulder. "Get moving, girl!" she screamed at me. I remembered I'd gotten a ride with her, and turned to follow her but she was gone. She wouldn't leave me here … she couldn't. I couldn't remember where she parked because my mind was spinning. I felt dumb and helpless.
Suddenly, I saw Jesse's Jetta go by, and I leaped forward.
"Jess! Jessie stop!"
But he kept going. Of course he did-he couldn't hear me. Stupid. Now what the hell was I supposed to do? The crowd was dispersing rapidly, and I could hear the faint scream of sirens heading my way. Shit! C'mon girl, think! Instead of thinking, I started running-really fast. Even with the weight of my heavy combat boots lugging on my feet, I found myself hauling bootie toward an alleyway clear of escaping cars. I ran and ran; the cops seemingly close by, but never behind me.
I cleared the alleyway unscathed, but I wasn't out of the water yet. I remembered that Dom always left his car in a nearby parking garage when police unexpectedly showed up, and took a taxi home where the rest of us would be waiting. I wondered if Mia was all right. Hopefully, she didn't wait up for me. I decided to get far away from the area first, before calling a taxi. As I walked the route to the parking garage, I saw a figure walking steadily under a streetlight, hands in his pockets, looking sheepishly obvious about trying to go unnoticed. It was, of course, Dom.
"Dom!" I yelled, knowing he wouldn't like it, but I had no other way of getting his attention. He crouched low as he turned around, squinting his eyes to make sure it was me and not someone else. He motioned me over, looking none too happy when I reached his side.
"Damn-it, Letty! Why aren't you with Mia?"
"I lost her in the crowd. Had to run up an alleyway to get outta there," I said quietly.
"Bring your car next time," he said, shaking his head. "You could've gotten Mia or yourself caught."
"Quit being a jerk," I said sharply, feeling a strong urge to slap him upside his baldhead.
He stopped. I kept walking though, wanting just to get home and go to sleep. I heard him speed up, and I paid no attention when he was at my side again. We remained silent, and I called a cab when we reached a payphone booth. I had to ask him for two quarters which he dropped in my hand. We sat on a nearby bench, waiting for it to come.
"What was your problem earlier?" he asked me, looking directly into my eyes.
"Nothing. I just had a feeling, that's all." No, it was much more than a feeling, but I didn't bother to explain.
He went quiet, and I was thankful for the silence. I didn't enjoy talking to my boyfriend anymore. He was being a major asshole lately-to everyone, but me especially. I hadn't realized I was cold until now, and I began to shiver. Goosebumps rose increasingly across my arm, and I rubbed at them with my hands. I wasn't wearing much-a simple maroon, spaghetti-string tank top and a skimpy black leather skirt that exposed my bare legs. My hair was still damp from my earlier shower, and it was tied back in a bun. It was early spring, but the nights were still chilly on occasion.
Dom noticed that I was cold and he took his jacket off and laid it on my bare shoulders. It reminded me that he still cared, and I smiled lightly at him. I put my head on his shoulder, and scooted closer, realizing that fate had intervened between us, and I'd been destined to lose Mia in the crowd.
"What happened between us Dom?" I asked, and felt him shrug.
"I don't know, baby," he said, kissing my forehead lightly.
The cab arrived minutes later and we got in, silent as an old Filipino man drove us home. Dom paid him when we got there, and we walked into a quiet house. I was relieved that Mia had made it home (her car was parked outside-along with Leon's, Jesse's and Vince's). She was sitting in the living room and looked equally relieved to see me.
"Jeez Letty, I looked all over for you!"
I shrugged. "Got lost," I said simply.
"So how'd you get out of there?" she asked me.
I wasn't in the mood to explain, so I said, "I'll tell you later, girl. I gotta get home and get some sleep."
Dom had made his way into the kitchen and he was sipping on a Corona when I walked in. He seemed tired too, although it was only a quarter past twelve-which was early for him.
"I'm going Dom," I said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Why don't you stay here?" he asked, putting his drink down on the wooden kitchen table.
I stared at him for a minute. "Let's go to bed," he told me, emptying his Corona in the sink before leading me upstairs. Leon and Jesse were sleeping soundly in one of the guestrooms with two twin beds on each side, and I smiled when I heard Jess snort. I hadn't slept at Dom's house for the past couple of weeks-we'd been having a lot of problems. I realized I was truly tired, because I basically leapt on the bed, closing my tired eyes. I opened them momentarily to watch Dom undress. He was so beautiful, standing there in his plaid boxer shorts. He climbed into bed beside me, and I felt good for the first time in a month. We made love, and the fear from earlier was completely erased.
~*~
Dom was gone when I woke up. I could smell something simmering downstairs-the smell had successfully wafted to my nostrils and I immediately got up. I put on some of Dom's sweats (which were much too big on me) and an old t-shirt of his. Then, I pulled my hair into a messy bun. Mia was, of course, in the kitchen cooking breakfast and it was close to ten o'clock. She laughed at my disheveled look, but I didn't mind. I could hear Jess and Leon dicking around in the living room, and I went to investigate. They were playing Playstation-rather horribly, I might add-and they were both crashing their cars into side rails and other computer-generated players.
"You guys suck," I told them, and Leon responded, "Good morning to you too, Let."
I laughed. I sat on the couch while they continued their game on the floor, occasionally punching each other in the shoulder for crashing into one another. It was entertaining for a while, but soon I was helping Mia wake Vince up so he could eat some grub.
"C'mon V!" I yelled at him. "Food. Food," I repeated, hoping it would get through. When that didn't work, I jumped into the queen-sized bed and straddled him, and his breathing became raspy because my weight was on his chest. I plugged his nose while Mia clenched his jaw shut. He eventually woke up, breathing hard and glaring at us. I jumped off before he could grab me, and Mia and I hightailed it back to the kitchen. We waited for him to come down, and we laughed when he walked in with his boxer shorts on, half-asleep. He grabbed a plate, and began filling it with eggs and bacon. Leon and Jess followed suit.
"Where's Dom?" I asked after we were all settled at the table and eating.
After swallowing her food, Mia said, "He's opening the store early today. The college kids are back from vacation."
I nodded and finished my meal. I planned on going to the store with Mia after we cleared the table. I had nothing better to do, and spending time with Dom seemed like a very good idea to me. We cleaned quickly, and I had to shower before I would allow myself to go anywhere. I went to my house momentarily, and I dressed in some black, gray, and white camo pants, a white, skin-tight tube top, and my good 'ole combat boots. I let my hair down and put on some mild makeup. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses and me and Mia headed to the store.
When we arrived, Dom had not yet opened up the store and I was somewhat grateful. Mia immediately went to work on the countertops, giving them a good rubdown. I waved to Dom who was sweating from carrying cases of beer into the store, and he nodded. While he retrieved more, I restocked the refrigerators and set the extra cases neatly against the wall. I didn't know how he was doing it-those damn things were H-E-A-V-Y. He finally came back in, and took a seat in the back. "Whenever you're ready, Mi!" he yelled to Mia, who raised her arm in acknowledgement.
"Thanks for helping out," he said to me, and I shrugged.
"You're welcome-it was no biggie."
I got up and started to massage his shoulders. I knew just the right spots. Dom especially loved massages after a hard day's work in the garage. He felt just dandy after about ten minutes of my 'magical massage' and we got up to help Mia out. A lot of college kids piled in shortly afterward-most of them were pretty young women-but I didn't once see Dom take any special notice of them. I hate to admit it, but Dom has a bad case of the 'wandering eye' and that used to put huge strains on our relationship.
It all went well until I started feeling sick. I went to the bathroom, feeling a little moist in my underwear. A small, red spot of blood was there and I sighed. My period usually means trouble. My cramps are usually really bad-so bad that they cause me to cry and throw up all day long. I'm forced to lie still or else they will worsen. I have to put a burning heating pad on my abdominal area and take hot baths to decrease the pain and make me forget about it. I can't take painkillers because I have to down them with water, and water (or anything else, for that matter) doesn't stay in my stomach for long.
I took a tampon from the dispenser in the bathroom, and came out, trying to hide the fact that I was starting to feel worse. They always start low, but it can be less than an hour before they get really bad. I was absentmindedly clutching my stomach, and the fact that there were about twenty other people in the store, made me sicker. They were all loud and obnoxious, and if I had the strength, I would've slapped all of them just for talking too loud.
Dom was sitting in the back sipping on a beer, trying to do a DOWN and ACROSS word puzzle-I suck at those. I sat down next to him, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my lower body. I didn't like telling guys about these things, so I would usually stay quiet. But he noticed himself, and his eyebrow arched.
"You okay, babe?"
"Period," I said simply, knowing that's all he needed to hear.
He knew all about my trouble with cramps-he was usually there when I was suffering from the immense pain and he was the sweetest person in the world when it came to helping me through it. He dropped his pen and grabbed his jacket off the coat peg.
"Let's go," he said, and I just stared at him.
"Where?" I asked him dumbly.
He laughed. "My place. I'm gonna take care of you."
"But what about the store? I can get Mia to take me home right quick-it's no big deal."
He shook his head. "I'm gonna take the day off, anyway," he told me. "I'll send the boys up here to help Mia so I can take care of you at home."
I was surprised. Dom was genuinely concerned about me, and that made me almost forget the pain I was in. It was crazy. He was just on top of everything lately. He drove me to his house, and my pain was getting worse. V, Jess, and Leon went to help Mia out, while I paced in Dom's room (I have to do something besides standing still). I went to my house and changed from my tampon to a more comfortable pad, and dressed in baggy shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I brought over my heating pad, which Dom immediately plugged in and turned on high. I relaxed on his bed and he turned on his fan-the heating pad makes me sweat feverishly.
In no time, the pain was consuming and writhing throughout my lower body, and small tears streaked down my face. Dom was right next to me, cooing me and soothing me while his hand rubbed my belly. I always feel so weak. I'm usually a tough person, but the pain I experience during my period is almost unbearable. I remember being ten years old and wishing I had the courage to kill myself … just to end the outrageous pain. I think I'm different from most people. For some odd reason, mine are just really bad.
I started to sweat and I could see the worry lines on Dom's face. To him I must've truly looked like hell. He smoothed my hair back, and I moaned weakly from another sharp pain.
"Shh. Go to sleep," he told me.
It was a while before I was able to sleep, but sleep I did.
~*~
I woke up and it was dark. Dom was still beside me, sleeping soundly. The pain had decreased tremendously, but I knew if I stirred around too much, it would come back. I decided to get up quickly and go to the bathroom. I, of course, stubbed my toe on Dom's bed, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. God damn that bed! Fucking piece of fucking shit! I found myself laughing as I went to the bathroom … I was, after all, yelling at a bed.
I flushed the toilet, and climbed back into bed. Dom had a very comfortable bed. It was big and airy, and perfect for me. My bed at home was a small twin bed, and you could feel the wiry mattress poking into the small of your back-it was horrible. I couldn't see Dom's face, but I could hear him breathing-he was facing me. I reached out my hand and gently brushed my fingertips over his face and head. He moaned and turned the other way, and I just smiled.
Suddenly, my mind remembered the awful fear I'd had for him. I still couldn't explain it, but I hoped it was just something I felt, and not anything that was real. I was glad that the cops intervened, but what will happen next time? What will happen if nothing stops Dom from racing?
Author: Melanie/thegamegirl14
Rating: NC-17 for language
Feedback: Of course!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any characters seen or mentioned from TF&TF (copyright Universal Pictures).
CHAPTER ONE: An Unknown Fear
I felt a sudden, unpleasant spike of fear jolt my body, and I immediately grabbed Dominic's arm, pulling him aside despite the embarrassment it might cause. Our bodies were mere inches apart, and I could smell the damp cologne he was wearing. He seemed indifferent to me as I stared at the ground, my hand absentmindedly clutching the sleeve of his leather jacket. I looked up at him, his brows creased into an annoyed frown. I was a little annoyed myself, but nonetheless, I didn't show it. For some reason, I was determined to keep him away from the inevitable race that was going to take place. Something was wrong. I didn't want him to go, but I didn't know how to make him understand.
"What?" he asked impatiently, his ego coming into play.
I knew nothing I said would matter to him, but I had to try. "Don't," I said simply. Something's up, my mind screamed at him. Something's not right; I can't let you do this!
"Don't what?" he asked rudely, and I itched to slap him, but I grabbed my leg hard.
"Don't race Dom. Something's wrong."
He let out an exaggerated sigh. "Don't do this Let. You know I need this."
I chewed on my lower lip. "I know, but…"
"Just stop, Letty," he interrupted me. "Nothing's wrong. I have to go."
He pried my hand off of his jacket, and walked over to his car. He climbed in, and the fear doubled over. I felt someone touch my shoulder. It was Mia.
"Damn-it Mia," I told her, "you're brother is dumb as hell."
She laughed. "That's why you love him so much, right?"
I didn't answer her. I was too busy worrying myself. My eyes swept the crowd, but I could see nothing that could explain my spontaneous fear for Dominic. Nothing.
Suddenly, Leon's cries rang above the chatter of the crowd.
"Cops, cops!"
The large crowd scattered immediately, and for a second I just stood still. I felt Mia slap me sharply in the shoulder. "Get moving, girl!" she screamed at me. I remembered I'd gotten a ride with her, and turned to follow her but she was gone. She wouldn't leave me here … she couldn't. I couldn't remember where she parked because my mind was spinning. I felt dumb and helpless.
Suddenly, I saw Jesse's Jetta go by, and I leaped forward.
"Jess! Jessie stop!"
But he kept going. Of course he did-he couldn't hear me. Stupid. Now what the hell was I supposed to do? The crowd was dispersing rapidly, and I could hear the faint scream of sirens heading my way. Shit! C'mon girl, think! Instead of thinking, I started running-really fast. Even with the weight of my heavy combat boots lugging on my feet, I found myself hauling bootie toward an alleyway clear of escaping cars. I ran and ran; the cops seemingly close by, but never behind me.
I cleared the alleyway unscathed, but I wasn't out of the water yet. I remembered that Dom always left his car in a nearby parking garage when police unexpectedly showed up, and took a taxi home where the rest of us would be waiting. I wondered if Mia was all right. Hopefully, she didn't wait up for me. I decided to get far away from the area first, before calling a taxi. As I walked the route to the parking garage, I saw a figure walking steadily under a streetlight, hands in his pockets, looking sheepishly obvious about trying to go unnoticed. It was, of course, Dom.
"Dom!" I yelled, knowing he wouldn't like it, but I had no other way of getting his attention. He crouched low as he turned around, squinting his eyes to make sure it was me and not someone else. He motioned me over, looking none too happy when I reached his side.
"Damn-it, Letty! Why aren't you with Mia?"
"I lost her in the crowd. Had to run up an alleyway to get outta there," I said quietly.
"Bring your car next time," he said, shaking his head. "You could've gotten Mia or yourself caught."
"Quit being a jerk," I said sharply, feeling a strong urge to slap him upside his baldhead.
He stopped. I kept walking though, wanting just to get home and go to sleep. I heard him speed up, and I paid no attention when he was at my side again. We remained silent, and I called a cab when we reached a payphone booth. I had to ask him for two quarters which he dropped in my hand. We sat on a nearby bench, waiting for it to come.
"What was your problem earlier?" he asked me, looking directly into my eyes.
"Nothing. I just had a feeling, that's all." No, it was much more than a feeling, but I didn't bother to explain.
He went quiet, and I was thankful for the silence. I didn't enjoy talking to my boyfriend anymore. He was being a major asshole lately-to everyone, but me especially. I hadn't realized I was cold until now, and I began to shiver. Goosebumps rose increasingly across my arm, and I rubbed at them with my hands. I wasn't wearing much-a simple maroon, spaghetti-string tank top and a skimpy black leather skirt that exposed my bare legs. My hair was still damp from my earlier shower, and it was tied back in a bun. It was early spring, but the nights were still chilly on occasion.
Dom noticed that I was cold and he took his jacket off and laid it on my bare shoulders. It reminded me that he still cared, and I smiled lightly at him. I put my head on his shoulder, and scooted closer, realizing that fate had intervened between us, and I'd been destined to lose Mia in the crowd.
"What happened between us Dom?" I asked, and felt him shrug.
"I don't know, baby," he said, kissing my forehead lightly.
The cab arrived minutes later and we got in, silent as an old Filipino man drove us home. Dom paid him when we got there, and we walked into a quiet house. I was relieved that Mia had made it home (her car was parked outside-along with Leon's, Jesse's and Vince's). She was sitting in the living room and looked equally relieved to see me.
"Jeez Letty, I looked all over for you!"
I shrugged. "Got lost," I said simply.
"So how'd you get out of there?" she asked me.
I wasn't in the mood to explain, so I said, "I'll tell you later, girl. I gotta get home and get some sleep."
Dom had made his way into the kitchen and he was sipping on a Corona when I walked in. He seemed tired too, although it was only a quarter past twelve-which was early for him.
"I'm going Dom," I said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Why don't you stay here?" he asked, putting his drink down on the wooden kitchen table.
I stared at him for a minute. "Let's go to bed," he told me, emptying his Corona in the sink before leading me upstairs. Leon and Jesse were sleeping soundly in one of the guestrooms with two twin beds on each side, and I smiled when I heard Jess snort. I hadn't slept at Dom's house for the past couple of weeks-we'd been having a lot of problems. I realized I was truly tired, because I basically leapt on the bed, closing my tired eyes. I opened them momentarily to watch Dom undress. He was so beautiful, standing there in his plaid boxer shorts. He climbed into bed beside me, and I felt good for the first time in a month. We made love, and the fear from earlier was completely erased.
~*~
Dom was gone when I woke up. I could smell something simmering downstairs-the smell had successfully wafted to my nostrils and I immediately got up. I put on some of Dom's sweats (which were much too big on me) and an old t-shirt of his. Then, I pulled my hair into a messy bun. Mia was, of course, in the kitchen cooking breakfast and it was close to ten o'clock. She laughed at my disheveled look, but I didn't mind. I could hear Jess and Leon dicking around in the living room, and I went to investigate. They were playing Playstation-rather horribly, I might add-and they were both crashing their cars into side rails and other computer-generated players.
"You guys suck," I told them, and Leon responded, "Good morning to you too, Let."
I laughed. I sat on the couch while they continued their game on the floor, occasionally punching each other in the shoulder for crashing into one another. It was entertaining for a while, but soon I was helping Mia wake Vince up so he could eat some grub.
"C'mon V!" I yelled at him. "Food. Food," I repeated, hoping it would get through. When that didn't work, I jumped into the queen-sized bed and straddled him, and his breathing became raspy because my weight was on his chest. I plugged his nose while Mia clenched his jaw shut. He eventually woke up, breathing hard and glaring at us. I jumped off before he could grab me, and Mia and I hightailed it back to the kitchen. We waited for him to come down, and we laughed when he walked in with his boxer shorts on, half-asleep. He grabbed a plate, and began filling it with eggs and bacon. Leon and Jess followed suit.
"Where's Dom?" I asked after we were all settled at the table and eating.
After swallowing her food, Mia said, "He's opening the store early today. The college kids are back from vacation."
I nodded and finished my meal. I planned on going to the store with Mia after we cleared the table. I had nothing better to do, and spending time with Dom seemed like a very good idea to me. We cleaned quickly, and I had to shower before I would allow myself to go anywhere. I went to my house momentarily, and I dressed in some black, gray, and white camo pants, a white, skin-tight tube top, and my good 'ole combat boots. I let my hair down and put on some mild makeup. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses and me and Mia headed to the store.
When we arrived, Dom had not yet opened up the store and I was somewhat grateful. Mia immediately went to work on the countertops, giving them a good rubdown. I waved to Dom who was sweating from carrying cases of beer into the store, and he nodded. While he retrieved more, I restocked the refrigerators and set the extra cases neatly against the wall. I didn't know how he was doing it-those damn things were H-E-A-V-Y. He finally came back in, and took a seat in the back. "Whenever you're ready, Mi!" he yelled to Mia, who raised her arm in acknowledgement.
"Thanks for helping out," he said to me, and I shrugged.
"You're welcome-it was no biggie."
I got up and started to massage his shoulders. I knew just the right spots. Dom especially loved massages after a hard day's work in the garage. He felt just dandy after about ten minutes of my 'magical massage' and we got up to help Mia out. A lot of college kids piled in shortly afterward-most of them were pretty young women-but I didn't once see Dom take any special notice of them. I hate to admit it, but Dom has a bad case of the 'wandering eye' and that used to put huge strains on our relationship.
It all went well until I started feeling sick. I went to the bathroom, feeling a little moist in my underwear. A small, red spot of blood was there and I sighed. My period usually means trouble. My cramps are usually really bad-so bad that they cause me to cry and throw up all day long. I'm forced to lie still or else they will worsen. I have to put a burning heating pad on my abdominal area and take hot baths to decrease the pain and make me forget about it. I can't take painkillers because I have to down them with water, and water (or anything else, for that matter) doesn't stay in my stomach for long.
I took a tampon from the dispenser in the bathroom, and came out, trying to hide the fact that I was starting to feel worse. They always start low, but it can be less than an hour before they get really bad. I was absentmindedly clutching my stomach, and the fact that there were about twenty other people in the store, made me sicker. They were all loud and obnoxious, and if I had the strength, I would've slapped all of them just for talking too loud.
Dom was sitting in the back sipping on a beer, trying to do a DOWN and ACROSS word puzzle-I suck at those. I sat down next to him, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my lower body. I didn't like telling guys about these things, so I would usually stay quiet. But he noticed himself, and his eyebrow arched.
"You okay, babe?"
"Period," I said simply, knowing that's all he needed to hear.
He knew all about my trouble with cramps-he was usually there when I was suffering from the immense pain and he was the sweetest person in the world when it came to helping me through it. He dropped his pen and grabbed his jacket off the coat peg.
"Let's go," he said, and I just stared at him.
"Where?" I asked him dumbly.
He laughed. "My place. I'm gonna take care of you."
"But what about the store? I can get Mia to take me home right quick-it's no big deal."
He shook his head. "I'm gonna take the day off, anyway," he told me. "I'll send the boys up here to help Mia so I can take care of you at home."
I was surprised. Dom was genuinely concerned about me, and that made me almost forget the pain I was in. It was crazy. He was just on top of everything lately. He drove me to his house, and my pain was getting worse. V, Jess, and Leon went to help Mia out, while I paced in Dom's room (I have to do something besides standing still). I went to my house and changed from my tampon to a more comfortable pad, and dressed in baggy shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I brought over my heating pad, which Dom immediately plugged in and turned on high. I relaxed on his bed and he turned on his fan-the heating pad makes me sweat feverishly.
In no time, the pain was consuming and writhing throughout my lower body, and small tears streaked down my face. Dom was right next to me, cooing me and soothing me while his hand rubbed my belly. I always feel so weak. I'm usually a tough person, but the pain I experience during my period is almost unbearable. I remember being ten years old and wishing I had the courage to kill myself … just to end the outrageous pain. I think I'm different from most people. For some odd reason, mine are just really bad.
I started to sweat and I could see the worry lines on Dom's face. To him I must've truly looked like hell. He smoothed my hair back, and I moaned weakly from another sharp pain.
"Shh. Go to sleep," he told me.
It was a while before I was able to sleep, but sleep I did.
~*~
I woke up and it was dark. Dom was still beside me, sleeping soundly. The pain had decreased tremendously, but I knew if I stirred around too much, it would come back. I decided to get up quickly and go to the bathroom. I, of course, stubbed my toe on Dom's bed, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. God damn that bed! Fucking piece of fucking shit! I found myself laughing as I went to the bathroom … I was, after all, yelling at a bed.
I flushed the toilet, and climbed back into bed. Dom had a very comfortable bed. It was big and airy, and perfect for me. My bed at home was a small twin bed, and you could feel the wiry mattress poking into the small of your back-it was horrible. I couldn't see Dom's face, but I could hear him breathing-he was facing me. I reached out my hand and gently brushed my fingertips over his face and head. He moaned and turned the other way, and I just smiled.
Suddenly, my mind remembered the awful fear I'd had for him. I still couldn't explain it, but I hoped it was just something I felt, and not anything that was real. I was glad that the cops intervened, but what will happen next time? What will happen if nothing stops Dom from racing?