Chapter 5
This morning I tried to talk to Dom decently. I swear I did. But you just can't with Dom. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe because all these years I've yelled at him and now he doesn't understand any other way. Whatever. Anyway.
I tried to talk to him. To tell him I was pregnant. That I didn't want to play no more games. That I wanted to live happily ever after and have a family with him. Leon knew it too. He could tell. But Dom just doesn't care.
Then when I'm being so nice and trying to pour my heart out to him, he goes and says, "What, Letty? Get on with it."
"What the fuck, Dom? You don't have enough TIME to hear me? Did it ever occur to you that I'm worth more than you know? Did it ever fucking occur to you in your selfish fuckin dick head that I am a person of flesh and blood??? So, what? I'm not good enough for you? You have to go and fuck some skank and use me over and over and over again, until your heart's content? Huh, Dom? What. You're not man enough to actually be responsible and treat me with respect. No. You gotta go and get some fuckin' ho that don't give a shit about you. That don't cry for you like I do. That don't pray for you like I do. That won't die for you like I would. No. Because you're king cock. And I'm your bitch. No more tho. Not no more Dom. I'm over it now. That day when you so-called saved me from my stepdad? You know what. You should have left me there. Instead of torturing me slowly, like you do every fucking night.
"Letty, shut the fuck up." He looked hurt but I didn't care. He didn't care 'bout me every fucking night I cried.
"You are a fucking guido prick, Dominic. You think you can fuck me over? And over and over? And treat me like shit? All the fucking putas, all the racer skanks, all the nights alone, the cheap perfume on your fucking clothes…Well, guess what, Papi." I paused. "I'm more than just a trophy. You think I've been SO fucking loyal?" He stopped as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
That dumb motherfucker. I tried. Then he talks to me like I'm a piece of shit or an annoying child and I did it. I told him. I told him about me and Vince. I told him what I had been hiding for so long. I regret it now but nonetheless I told him.
"What?" He whispered in disbelief.
"Yeah," I said. "Me and Vince." How does that feel, papi?
"FUCKIN' SLUT!"
"Pendejo maricon, conio! Oh! But it's ok for you to fuck around, right, papi?" He called me a fuckin' slut.
Mia slapped him hard across the face. I felt like shit. Like I was gonna cry and puke all over. But no. I'm Letty. They can't...they won't see me like this.
Out of pure spite I punched him hard, in the jaw.
And then he did it. He hit me. He fuckin' punched me in the face.
I gasped and grabbed my mouth. I looked at him and I couldn't help it I started crying. He had never...ever...hit me before. Sure he had come close a couple times, but he never actually went through with it. And it felt like shit. I...could...not...believe...
I looked at my hand and there was blood all over it. I threw up.
And he left. He fuckin' left. Again. That's all I've ever seen of him. His back. And this was no exception.
This morning I tried to talk to Dom decently. I swear I did. But you just can't with Dom. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe because all these years I've yelled at him and now he doesn't understand any other way. Whatever. Anyway.
I tried to talk to him. To tell him I was pregnant. That I didn't want to play no more games. That I wanted to live happily ever after and have a family with him. Leon knew it too. He could tell. But Dom just doesn't care.
Then when I'm being so nice and trying to pour my heart out to him, he goes and says, "What, Letty? Get on with it."
"What the fuck, Dom? You don't have enough TIME to hear me? Did it ever occur to you that I'm worth more than you know? Did it ever fucking occur to you in your selfish fuckin dick head that I am a person of flesh and blood??? So, what? I'm not good enough for you? You have to go and fuck some skank and use me over and over and over again, until your heart's content? Huh, Dom? What. You're not man enough to actually be responsible and treat me with respect. No. You gotta go and get some fuckin' ho that don't give a shit about you. That don't cry for you like I do. That don't pray for you like I do. That won't die for you like I would. No. Because you're king cock. And I'm your bitch. No more tho. Not no more Dom. I'm over it now. That day when you so-called saved me from my stepdad? You know what. You should have left me there. Instead of torturing me slowly, like you do every fucking night.
"Letty, shut the fuck up." He looked hurt but I didn't care. He didn't care 'bout me every fucking night I cried.
"You are a fucking guido prick, Dominic. You think you can fuck me over? And over and over? And treat me like shit? All the fucking putas, all the racer skanks, all the nights alone, the cheap perfume on your fucking clothes…Well, guess what, Papi." I paused. "I'm more than just a trophy. You think I've been SO fucking loyal?" He stopped as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
That dumb motherfucker. I tried. Then he talks to me like I'm a piece of shit or an annoying child and I did it. I told him. I told him about me and Vince. I told him what I had been hiding for so long. I regret it now but nonetheless I told him.
"What?" He whispered in disbelief.
"Yeah," I said. "Me and Vince." How does that feel, papi?
"FUCKIN' SLUT!"
"Pendejo maricon, conio! Oh! But it's ok for you to fuck around, right, papi?" He called me a fuckin' slut.
Mia slapped him hard across the face. I felt like shit. Like I was gonna cry and puke all over. But no. I'm Letty. They can't...they won't see me like this.
Out of pure spite I punched him hard, in the jaw.
And then he did it. He hit me. He fuckin' punched me in the face.
I gasped and grabbed my mouth. I looked at him and I couldn't help it I started crying. He had never...ever...hit me before. Sure he had come close a couple times, but he never actually went through with it. And it felt like shit. I...could...not...believe...
I looked at my hand and there was blood all over it. I threw up.
And he left. He fuckin' left. Again. That's all I've ever seen of him. His back. And this was no exception.