Chapter 8
Well, I decided to come home today. I threw up all morning and decided to get some fresh air. You know. And to visit Mia and Le. Vince was kinda slow from the accident. I mean the truck heist accident. Not the boxing. Well, that too. He is on pain meds and he talks all slurred and shit and he's always drowsy.
Anyway, I walk in and Mia's cooking dinner. Leon is vacuuming the carpet. They see me and both of them come up to me and hug me. I miss that.
"Mia, girl. What you cookin'? Need help?" She waves me off.
"Nah, Let. I'm almost done." She sits me down in a chair.
"Sit. Relax." She reminds me of my Grandma. Never wanting help. No matter how much she was doing at one time.
Vince walks in and sits down, with his arm in a sling. Leon, is making fun of him. Home sweet home.
"Hey Le. Where's Dom?" I asked out of pure curiosity.
Mia swung around and gave him a meaningful stare.
"Uh...He's uh...He's in his room." I raised an eyebrow. He's up there with someone. I know it.
"With who?" I say slowly with clenched teeth.
"With no one." He said quickly.
"Yeah right." Damn, Dom. You sure don't wait. You're never sorry, no matter what. Please don't let it be what I think it is...
I walked up the stairs and down the hall I could hear Mia calling for me to go help her with the dishes. She was stalling.
I open the door...
I cannot fucking believe it. Actually, come to think of it, I can.
There in OUR bed was some white girl who's was fucked up on something. NAKED. In OUR bed. Oh and Dom was rubbing her feet. Nice touch.
I shook my head cynically and smiled sarcastically.
"Dom." It was an accusation. I felt like throwing up again. Everything in my stomach turned. The pain was overwhelming.
I sighed and dropped my stance. I was so fucking exhausted of this shit.
"What the fuck is this?" I didn't sound pissed. Just tired. So fucking tired.
His mouth was moving but no sound was coming out. He didn't know what to say. The words wouldn't come out. His eyes were huge like he was a frightened animal. And then he says something. Dom never was good at excuses.
"I…I thought you left me forever, Letty. I thought…I thought we were finished."
Well, there you have it. He shrugged off my pain and he just jumped on the first available saddle. Just fuckin' peachy.
I looked at him with the most evil glares I could give, and I'm damn good at it. I slammed the door and stomped down the stairs, breathing hard. Trying not to cry.
I looked like a fucking bull coming down those stairs, and here was everyone staring at me. Staring at me the way they always did whenever we got into it. With this complete look of, 'I wonder what's going to happen next.'
I sit down on the floor of the living room with my legs bent and my elbows on my knees. I didn't care if I had a black leather mini skirt on. Every one else were gathered there too.
And here comes Dom. Prancing down the lovely stares with drug girl. I have to look away. I could see Vince staring at him like he wants to kill him. Dom just raises an eyebrow and keeps walking. I look at the hoe and I wanna fuckin' strangle her. What the fuck did she have that I didn't? Except for being too fucked up to make conversation?
Leon and Vince are looking at me look at her and are anticipating a fight. Oh I'll give it to them alright.
"Don't worry, fellas," He speaks! "Me and the little whore aren't together anymore."
I'm confused. Why did he want her in the first place?
"Really?" Leon asks. "Why you still got your arm around her then?"
"Nah, man," he said, with a measured glance in Vince's direction. "I meant Letty."
I cannot fucking BELIEVE HE COULD BE SUCH A DICK! I normally would have cursed him out, but in this case, I was too fuckin' shocked.
Vince was up and out ready to beat Dom even with his broken arm.
"Come on, man," Leon says quietly. "Don't. Let him go."
He just fuckin' walks out the door with 'tramp extraordinaire' and drives off. When I managed to regain my voice, I lost it.
"Pendejon, hijo 'e puta conio, ojala que se cage en su madre!..." I kept raving on in Spanish. Out of control. That's it. I'm sick of it. Fuck Dom. Fuck everything.
Well, I decided to come home today. I threw up all morning and decided to get some fresh air. You know. And to visit Mia and Le. Vince was kinda slow from the accident. I mean the truck heist accident. Not the boxing. Well, that too. He is on pain meds and he talks all slurred and shit and he's always drowsy.
Anyway, I walk in and Mia's cooking dinner. Leon is vacuuming the carpet. They see me and both of them come up to me and hug me. I miss that.
"Mia, girl. What you cookin'? Need help?" She waves me off.
"Nah, Let. I'm almost done." She sits me down in a chair.
"Sit. Relax." She reminds me of my Grandma. Never wanting help. No matter how much she was doing at one time.
Vince walks in and sits down, with his arm in a sling. Leon, is making fun of him. Home sweet home.
"Hey Le. Where's Dom?" I asked out of pure curiosity.
Mia swung around and gave him a meaningful stare.
"Uh...He's uh...He's in his room." I raised an eyebrow. He's up there with someone. I know it.
"With who?" I say slowly with clenched teeth.
"With no one." He said quickly.
"Yeah right." Damn, Dom. You sure don't wait. You're never sorry, no matter what. Please don't let it be what I think it is...
I walked up the stairs and down the hall I could hear Mia calling for me to go help her with the dishes. She was stalling.
I open the door...
I cannot fucking believe it. Actually, come to think of it, I can.
There in OUR bed was some white girl who's was fucked up on something. NAKED. In OUR bed. Oh and Dom was rubbing her feet. Nice touch.
I shook my head cynically and smiled sarcastically.
"Dom." It was an accusation. I felt like throwing up again. Everything in my stomach turned. The pain was overwhelming.
I sighed and dropped my stance. I was so fucking exhausted of this shit.
"What the fuck is this?" I didn't sound pissed. Just tired. So fucking tired.
His mouth was moving but no sound was coming out. He didn't know what to say. The words wouldn't come out. His eyes were huge like he was a frightened animal. And then he says something. Dom never was good at excuses.
"I…I thought you left me forever, Letty. I thought…I thought we were finished."
Well, there you have it. He shrugged off my pain and he just jumped on the first available saddle. Just fuckin' peachy.
I looked at him with the most evil glares I could give, and I'm damn good at it. I slammed the door and stomped down the stairs, breathing hard. Trying not to cry.
I looked like a fucking bull coming down those stairs, and here was everyone staring at me. Staring at me the way they always did whenever we got into it. With this complete look of, 'I wonder what's going to happen next.'
I sit down on the floor of the living room with my legs bent and my elbows on my knees. I didn't care if I had a black leather mini skirt on. Every one else were gathered there too.
And here comes Dom. Prancing down the lovely stares with drug girl. I have to look away. I could see Vince staring at him like he wants to kill him. Dom just raises an eyebrow and keeps walking. I look at the hoe and I wanna fuckin' strangle her. What the fuck did she have that I didn't? Except for being too fucked up to make conversation?
Leon and Vince are looking at me look at her and are anticipating a fight. Oh I'll give it to them alright.
"Don't worry, fellas," He speaks! "Me and the little whore aren't together anymore."
I'm confused. Why did he want her in the first place?
"Really?" Leon asks. "Why you still got your arm around her then?"
"Nah, man," he said, with a measured glance in Vince's direction. "I meant Letty."
I cannot fucking BELIEVE HE COULD BE SUCH A DICK! I normally would have cursed him out, but in this case, I was too fuckin' shocked.
Vince was up and out ready to beat Dom even with his broken arm.
"Come on, man," Leon says quietly. "Don't. Let him go."
He just fuckin' walks out the door with 'tramp extraordinaire' and drives off. When I managed to regain my voice, I lost it.
"Pendejon, hijo 'e puta conio, ojala que se cage en su madre!..." I kept raving on in Spanish. Out of control. That's it. I'm sick of it. Fuck Dom. Fuck everything.