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I stumbled around in the darkness; I fumbled for my keys, any kind of metal instrument that would help me unlock the door in my moment of drunkenness.
Finally I yanked something out, and thrust it into the door. Giggling like a schoolgirl I twirled it around to find out that it was my eyebrow tweezers and the door was unlocked anyway. Laughing even more I slammed the door and made my way into the kitchen. I pulled the fridge open, and got out some beers.
I hopped madly up the stairs, into my room. To my surprise, there was no Dom.
Muttering Spanish Curses under my breath, I sat on the bed now mardy. I opened my beers, and downed them one by one.
The music was pounding and the bodies were swaying, I was stood in the corner another beer in my hand, no sober than I had been early. My trade mark scowl on my face.
"We missed you at the race", came Mia's voice.
I turned to face her; She gave me a small smile. "Oh yeah, I didn't feel like it".
"I know you and Dom argue, but you know as well as me he doesn't mean to be a dick all the time", She tried to sympathise.
I rolled my eyes, biased view. This was his sister, She had to be nice. And its Mia and Mia is always so goddamned nice.
"I can't deal with his shit".
Mia sipped her coke, "Look Lett, we know he's hard to deal with but you're the only who seems to get into his head and make him realise how lucky he is. He loves you".
Loves me? I laughed. "If he does, I love to see him show it".
"Letty, That guy loves you more than life itself. When you walk into the room, his face lights up", Mia explained. I drank my beer and listened to her waffle on about how great Dom was, and he much he loved me.
"If he loved me, I wouldn't have to sit up at night wondering where the hell his ass is".
She remained silent, and I know that what I'd just uttered was the truth. I had spent too long deluding myself, he doesn't love me.
I didn't sleep in our room last night, come to think of it neither did he. I slept on the couch in the basement with V and Leon. God know's where he slept.
I hate sleeping in the basement, its cold, damp and has a funky smell. Plus Vince snores too loud, and Leon mutters incoherent phrases in his sleep.
It's not the first time I've slept down there, and on more than one occasion they offer me their beds, but it's not the same with out him in it. So I opt for the couch.
Sometimes I sleep in Jesse's old room, it still smells like him, and his clothes are still in the closet. The picture of us in the frame is still on his bedside cabinet. Dom's arms are still round my waist, we are all still together.
I reached out to touch it bring it closer to my heart, and then it smashes. Falls to the ground, the glass shatters everywhere and I have bare feet.
Its not the first time my skin has come into contact with sharp objects, I pick up a piece and look at Jesse's face, and it hovers near my wrist. We were so happy then.
V knows something is bothering me; nothing will get past the Ol' Coyote. He's been following my trail all day, he found the empty beer bottles in my room and wants to know why I was drinking so much last night. I told him, it was a party. Everyone was drinking. He still doesn't believe me.
He made me French toast for breakfast, with hot maple syrup; my favourite. Dom didn't even come home for breakfast.
We haven't really spoken since our spat at Harry's, we never really talk anymore anywhere.
"I'm going out!" I announce to the garage.
Vince looks up from the Supra, "Out? I'll come too", He wipes his hands on the wife beater and goes to place his tool down.
"No!" I began. Everyone turns to stare, "I'm just going for a drive, you know clear my head".
He looks at me sceptically and nods, "Ok, Drive Safe".
Drive Safe? Vince never says that, to anyone let alone me.
So I grab my keys, grab my tunes and head out down the highway to a special little place.
Ironically as I pull the car to a halt, The Ataris' Your Boyfriend Sucks is blaring through my speakers. I ignore it, and slam the door. Heading down the gravel path, I make my way to the entrance. Push open the gate and wander down.
Five minutes later, I am at a place I haven't been to in a long time. I unwrap the tulips, and place them in the water glass, arranging them like a professional.
"Te amo Papi".
I sigh, "It's been a long time I know, but you know it's been hard". I stare at my father's face and read the headstone over and over.
'Pablo Joaquin Rodriguez, Husband and Father, Forever Missed and Always Loved'.
"Forever missed", I whispered tracing the outline of the words.
"I really need you Papi, I need to hear your voice. I need your words", my voice begins to crack and I do everything to stop the tears following.
But like a relentless hurricane the follow, and as the flow I don't they will stop.
It's been so long since, I've cried that I don't know what do. So I just sit there in a heap and cry by my papi's grave. But that's the only thing that I can do.
I know its short but gimme a buzz and let me know what ya think!
Luv ya QM-01