Author's Note: I know it has been a while, but here is a chappy. I won't be able to put another chappy up until next week though. I will write it in myt notebook though to get it uploaded faster. I gotta type.
Dawn's POV:
I stood there with my tears mixing in with the blood from my fall. I was waiting for Dom to turn around, come back for me, something, but no, he kept on driving. I just sat on the stair at the front porch and waited. The longer I waited the more tears fell.
"Five, four, three," I said taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Two, one, zero. It's all over," I said to myself.
I stood up and walked inside shutting the door behind me this time. I took the stairs 2 at a time and when I reached Dom's room I looked in. Not half an hour before I had told Dom I had cancer, that I loved him, and that I was going to survive. I had before. He didn't say one thing back to me. Not one damn thing.
I turned around and went to the bathroom. I got a wash cloth and put the cold, water filled rag on my face. I cleaned the blood off and bandaged them up. There was a 2.5 inch long gash on my cheek and I had skinned my chin.
I did the same for my knees and after a while I took off the blood stained beater and boxers of Dom's. I then walked naked back to our room. I quickly changed into a belly shirt and a pair of jeans with my flip flops.
I guess love just isn't my thing. I didn't know what was. Maybe living wasn't my thing either. That very instant I knew what I had to do and sat down to write a note to Dom.
Dom's POV:
What an idiot I am! Why the hell did I yell at her? Hell I'm such a fucking idiot.
I did a u-turn and turned back towards own. Not to the house though. I couldn't face her right this second. So I drove. Before I knew it I pulled up to the place I wanted to be most in the world. This is where I always went when things were shit. With Letty, life, anything and everything.
The 24-hour Gym. Sounds corny, but it is better than almost killing someone again. Better than jail. And a hell of a lot better than anywhere else right now.
Dawn POV:
I reached under the bed and packed all of my shit into 2 suitcases. I had a few of Dom's wife beaters in there too. I made the bed, threw my shit down the stairs, and grabbed a back pack. I packed it with my money, my wallet, and my bathroom shit. I threw that down the stairs, then I put the note I wrote Dom on his bed. I turned around and walked out on everything I had grown to love. I walked down the stairs and out the door. Shutting it for the last time, I walked with all my shit to my car and drove to the farthest hotel from the house, paid for one week, and went up to my room and passed out on the bed. This shit was getting to me.
A/N: I know short, but I'm late for work as it is, so I will see you asap. R&R