CHAPTER FOUR
DOM'S POV
I can't do this anymore. Its getting worse. Theres this words from a song, that keeps repeating in my head. "Its cold when your lonely." But its not, its freezing. I feel like someone has stripped me and placed me in the middle of the arctic. But I can't scream for "HELP." The pain and the tears are pushing down on my throat. And I can't breath ... and I need to breath.
I had to leave the garage. I couldn't stay there... with that. I can picture the wreck in my mind. The thing that took Letty away from me. I have to get away. I can't handle their pity. I can't even handle me.
I press the bottle of southern comfort against my lips. Wondering through the town. Waiting for something to happen to me. I wanna feel something other then the pain and the alcohol. I sit down on the pavement, and close my eyes. Waiting for the pain to end. But I have to get up, as its getting even worse. I can still see her in me.
"Letty?"
There's this woman walking towards me .... she looks like Letty. "Please let her be Letty. Please." My mind begs.
"Letty?"
The woman still hasn't spoken. I can't even see her properly. Her face is a blur. I try rubbing my eyes, but the tears won't go away. She's standing in front of me .... she looks so much like her. I rub my hand over her cheek. And I can see her swaying, she looks dazed. She leans closer to me and kisses me. It doesn't feel like her. But it feels like something. And I want that something ... I crave that something. I kiss her back. And I take her home.
LATER ON !!
I can feel my head throb, as I wake up. I feel something eating away at me. I feel like I've done something wrong. But I don't know what. Suddenly I feel something warm against me. Letty. I rap my arm around her and snuggle up against her ... she feels wrong. It doesn't feel like her. It's someone else. I roll her over ... the pain's back. It's not her. It's someone else. I roll her back on her side. And push myself away from her. "She's not her, she doesn't belong here. " My thoughts were going into over drive. And before I can stop myself, I lift my leg up and kick her out of bed. And as I rap the blanket around my cold body. As I hear her body crash on the floor, I slowly walk down stairs. And sleep on the sofa.
DOM'S POV
I can't do this anymore. Its getting worse. Theres this words from a song, that keeps repeating in my head. "Its cold when your lonely." But its not, its freezing. I feel like someone has stripped me and placed me in the middle of the arctic. But I can't scream for "HELP." The pain and the tears are pushing down on my throat. And I can't breath ... and I need to breath.
I had to leave the garage. I couldn't stay there... with that. I can picture the wreck in my mind. The thing that took Letty away from me. I have to get away. I can't handle their pity. I can't even handle me.
I press the bottle of southern comfort against my lips. Wondering through the town. Waiting for something to happen to me. I wanna feel something other then the pain and the alcohol. I sit down on the pavement, and close my eyes. Waiting for the pain to end. But I have to get up, as its getting even worse. I can still see her in me.
"Letty?"
There's this woman walking towards me .... she looks like Letty. "Please let her be Letty. Please." My mind begs.
"Letty?"
The woman still hasn't spoken. I can't even see her properly. Her face is a blur. I try rubbing my eyes, but the tears won't go away. She's standing in front of me .... she looks so much like her. I rub my hand over her cheek. And I can see her swaying, she looks dazed. She leans closer to me and kisses me. It doesn't feel like her. But it feels like something. And I want that something ... I crave that something. I kiss her back. And I take her home.
LATER ON !!
I can feel my head throb, as I wake up. I feel something eating away at me. I feel like I've done something wrong. But I don't know what. Suddenly I feel something warm against me. Letty. I rap my arm around her and snuggle up against her ... she feels wrong. It doesn't feel like her. It's someone else. I roll her over ... the pain's back. It's not her. It's someone else. I roll her back on her side. And push myself away from her. "She's not her, she doesn't belong here. " My thoughts were going into over drive. And before I can stop myself, I lift my leg up and kick her out of bed. And as I rap the blanket around my cold body. As I hear her body crash on the floor, I slowly walk down stairs. And sleep on the sofa.
