Note: this has been circling in my head for the last year now. I've finally decided to write it down, its not something i usually write. but I hope its ok.
Note 2: it contains material of rape. if these bother you, its best you don't read
She followed him, as he walked into the house. His whole body was tight. She wanted to talk to him, say something. But she knew he wouldn't respond, that was the problem. Ever since the heist, he hardly ever spoke. He only did, when he was talking to customers or shouting at one of the guys. Or just shouting, at anything. And now, as she watched him slump on the sofa, his eyes slowly closing. It was as if she was watching him fade away. Disappearing into himself. He blamed himself for everything that happened. She had admit though, she blamed him too. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she did. Everyone warned him, but he wouldn't listen. But what about her? all he had to do was mention Mexico, and she was straight in the car. And it ended up with her in hospital, with dodge rips. V being smashed apart, he lost his arm. And then there was Jesse, he lost his life. And that was destroying Dom the most.
Later that night, she slowly pulled her body upstairs. Not bothering to try and get him to come to bed. She was tired of doing it. He would just sit there, like he would every night. Staring into thin air. She could slowly see his life fading away in his eyes. He was destroying himself. And she didn't want to watch. Before she did anything though, she dragged herself into the shower. And as the water slide down her body, she could feel the pain rip her apart. But she held the tears back, instead she held her hands to her chest and tightly closed her eyes. Letting the sprays of the shower wash away the pain and the hurt. She knew how he felt, because she felt it as well. She could have done something. Could have tried, maybe he wouldn't be like this now. Maybe the whole team would still be here now.
Half an hour later, she finally pulled her body out of the bottom of the bath. And headed into the room, before switching off the shower and rapping a towel around herself. She turned off all the lights, and she slumped onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling. After a while though, she got changed into a pair of grey shorts and one of his wife beaters. Before crawling under the white crisp sheets. She rapped it around her body, pressing the side of her head firmly against the pillow. Trying to breath, trying to get rid of the ache in her chest. Trying to feel something other than the pain that was in bedded in her body. But nothing worked, everything felt like daggers ripping through her. And then as she heard the bedroom door, slowly swing open. She didn't bother turning around, because she knew it was him. With that one act she thought it everything was going to be ok again. He never came upstairs, he stayed down there. Never moved from down there. And now he was up here, in their room.She felt it, as his body fall next to her's.
His arm slowly flopped over her. And with it, something inside of her was screaming. Something felt wrong, and she didn't know why. This was Dom. Her boyfriend, her lover. But as he pulled her closer to him, she felt like she was suffocating. The pain was dragging her down again, and she felt like she was drowning. And as he crawled on top of her. Letty felt like she hit rock bottom. She looked into his eyes, as he slowly destroyed her body. And she saw nothing. He was completely empty. And with this one act, so was she.
Note 2: it contains material of rape. if these bother you, its best you don't read
She followed him, as he walked into the house. His whole body was tight. She wanted to talk to him, say something. But she knew he wouldn't respond, that was the problem. Ever since the heist, he hardly ever spoke. He only did, when he was talking to customers or shouting at one of the guys. Or just shouting, at anything. And now, as she watched him slump on the sofa, his eyes slowly closing. It was as if she was watching him fade away. Disappearing into himself. He blamed himself for everything that happened. She had admit though, she blamed him too. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she did. Everyone warned him, but he wouldn't listen. But what about her? all he had to do was mention Mexico, and she was straight in the car. And it ended up with her in hospital, with dodge rips. V being smashed apart, he lost his arm. And then there was Jesse, he lost his life. And that was destroying Dom the most.
Later that night, she slowly pulled her body upstairs. Not bothering to try and get him to come to bed. She was tired of doing it. He would just sit there, like he would every night. Staring into thin air. She could slowly see his life fading away in his eyes. He was destroying himself. And she didn't want to watch. Before she did anything though, she dragged herself into the shower. And as the water slide down her body, she could feel the pain rip her apart. But she held the tears back, instead she held her hands to her chest and tightly closed her eyes. Letting the sprays of the shower wash away the pain and the hurt. She knew how he felt, because she felt it as well. She could have done something. Could have tried, maybe he wouldn't be like this now. Maybe the whole team would still be here now.
Half an hour later, she finally pulled her body out of the bottom of the bath. And headed into the room, before switching off the shower and rapping a towel around herself. She turned off all the lights, and she slumped onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling. After a while though, she got changed into a pair of grey shorts and one of his wife beaters. Before crawling under the white crisp sheets. She rapped it around her body, pressing the side of her head firmly against the pillow. Trying to breath, trying to get rid of the ache in her chest. Trying to feel something other than the pain that was in bedded in her body. But nothing worked, everything felt like daggers ripping through her. And then as she heard the bedroom door, slowly swing open. She didn't bother turning around, because she knew it was him. With that one act she thought it everything was going to be ok again. He never came upstairs, he stayed down there. Never moved from down there. And now he was up here, in their room.She felt it, as his body fall next to her's.
His arm slowly flopped over her. And with it, something inside of her was screaming. Something felt wrong, and she didn't know why. This was Dom. Her boyfriend, her lover. But as he pulled her closer to him, she felt like she was suffocating. The pain was dragging her down again, and she felt like she was drowning. And as he crawled on top of her. Letty felt like she hit rock bottom. She looked into his eyes, as he slowly destroyed her body. And she saw nothing. He was completely empty. And with this one act, so was she.