DOM'S POV

I can feel my head throb, as I slowly open my eyes. I feel like someone's beating the inside of my skull with a hammer. But that's not what I'm worried about. Mia is. She's standing over me. And she doesn't look too happy.
"We need to talk."
And with that she walks back into the kitchen. I close my eyes for a few minutes, as I rub my temples. Trying, unsuccessfully to numb the pain.
"DOM !! NOW!"
And with that, I jump up and run in the kitchen.

"Yea Mia?"
I ask shyly. She's evil when she's in these moods. She'll destroy anything and everything in her path. It looks like I'm her next victim.
"You do remember what happened lat night, don't you?"
Then as I go to answer, some woman walks into the kitchen. I look at Mia, but she just shakes her head, no. Then it gets worse, the skank starts kissing me on my jaw and whispers good morning. I think she tried to make herself sound sexy, but it came out more duffy duck.
"Excuse me?"
We both turn to look at Mia. She looks like she's about to explode. These isn't going to be pretty.
"Skanky, me and my brother are having a conversation. DOORS that way. Bye, bye."

With that she piles herself off my side and leaves.
"Now, where were we?"
"Mia, I don't need these at the moment. Ok? ... I'm going back to sleep."
With that I head back in the living room. Hoping the walls would stop spinning.
"SHE'S only BEEN gone three MONTHS! YOU can't do these."
Someone please make her shut up. I can't deal with these at the moment. Maybe when I'm sober ... Actually make that never. I'll never be able to cope with these.
"We need to talk about these Dom. We have to .... I ... can't lose you as well."
I slowly turn around, as I hear the sobs in her voice. She's crying. She hardly ever used to cry. Its only been recently. All Mia does now, is cry. I turn back arounf and sit on the edge of the table. Pushing my face in my hands. Trying to ignore, her pain. I don't wanna deal with these.
"DAMMIT DOM!! DON'T You realise, you slept with some whore in your's and LETTY'S bed .... You can't ignore these."

With those words, I snap. I shoot up from the table. All I can see is red mist. Why can't she just shut up.
"You Don't Know What The Hell Your Talking About."
My voice is low, and I'm speaking slowly. I don't wanna lose my temper. But it feels like I'm going to. I shove my hand, beside her head, as I look down at her.
"You wanna understand? You wanna understand, why I took some other woman in Letty's bed. I tell you why .... I wanted it to be her. I wanted it to be her so badly .... All I saw was her face ... All I could hear, was her voice. That woman wasn't there to me ... Letty was .... I just wanted it to be her."
My voice drops with every word. The anger is slowly replaced with angst. And my throat is throbbing.

"I just wanted her to be Letty. Thats what you have to understand."
With those words I walk out."