CHAPTER FIFTEEN: FIGHT!
I walked into the kitchen where Joe and Chris were sitting, both drinking a beer. I walked to the fridge, wanting one for myself. Gone.
"How nice of you to invite yourself to my fridge." I said turning to Joe and Chris. I walked over and stood next to my brother.
"I'll buy you some tomorrow." Joe said taking a sip of the beer in his hand. I nodded and looked across the table at Chris.
"Thought you didn't drink, Letty." Chris said smoothly.
"Since when has it been your business if I drink or not?" I questioned picking up his bottle and walking around toward him. I looked at it and noticed him watching it ever so carefully. I tipped the bottle a little so some poured out onto the floor in front of me. Chris stood quickly and glared at me.
"You know better than to fuck with my alcohol."
"Do I really?"
"You'd better." He replied smartly. I raised an eyebrow and tipped the bottle some more. More beer spilled out. "I know your doing that to piss me off."
"You don't know me." I said pouring the rest onto the floor. He looked at the puddle and then up at me, glaring hard. I raised an eyebrow and grinned a bit. He pushed me roughly into the table, almost knocking it over. I stood up and looked over my shoulder toward where my brother was. He was gone. Where the fuck did he go? I sighed and looked back at Chris. I looked too soon, the back of his hand met my cheek. "Fuck." I hissed loudly. I pushed back on him roughly, sending him into the counter behind the table. He stayed there... knowing better than to come back at me.
"I see you can handle yourself." He said. I nodded and he grinned.
"I've always been able to handle myself. Don't forget that." He nodded and looked around the kitchen. "Why are you here?"
"I needed to talk to you about some things."
"Like what." He pushed away from the counter and stood just in front of it. I watched him carefully. I licked my bottom lip and tasted blood. Damn, I didn't know he hit me that hard.
"You owe me money."
"I don't owe you shit." I said waving a hand at him. He rolled his eyes and walked to me. He pushed me into the table, more softly and pinned me down. "Get off."
"Give me what you owe me and I'll leave."
"I don't owe you shit, Chris." He nodded a little and stepped back. He pulled out a small notepad and flipped to a page in the middle. He flashed it to me and I snatched it from his hand. I read it quickly and sighed. "I don't have it."
"I need it."
"Why now? Why so many years later?"
"I'm in trouble. I need the money and I need it now."
"Well, Chris... I don't have it." I said looking right into his eyes. "It's alot of money." I heard footsteps and I looked past Chris and to the door. "Dom..." I started, he cut me off.
"What does she owe you?" He asked. Chris pushed away from me and I looked at him.
"Twenty five hundred." Dom nodded and looked at me. He looked very upset and all I could do was frown. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large wad of money. He counted out some money and handed it over to Chris. Chris looked at me then at him and took the money. "Thanks." He said. He tore the paper out of the notepad and crumpled it up, throwing it in the trash.
"Don't come around here anymore." Dom said to him. His voice was much deeper than Chris' voice.
"No problem, man." He said. Chris put the money in his pocket and walked to the door. He looked at me then walked out the back door. I looked at Dom and he was glaring so hard at me. I looked down and he shook his head.
"Dom..." I tried but my mouth didn't want to work. He looked at me and shook his head.
"Oh wait. I'm supposed to get out, aren't I?" He headed for the living room and I followed him. Mari and James were sitting on the couch watching a cartoon movie. I grabbed Dom's arm and he turned and looked at me. "You wanted me to love so that's what I'm doing."
"Don't leave, Dom. Please." I asked, whispering so James and Mari wouldn't hear. I looked over and Mari and James were watching us over the back of the couch. I took a deep breath and looked back at Dom. He was looking at the kids and I couldn't tell he was really thinking. "We can talk about what happened."
"Yeah." His arm dropped from the doorknob. He looked at the kids then at me. "Come with me. We can talk alone."
"Where?" I questioned. He looked at Mari and James again.
"My apartment. It's a short walk from here." I looked at the kids. Joe was now standing in the door between the kitchen and the living room.
"Joe, will you watch the kids for like an hour or two? I need to run somewhere." Joe nodded and I looked back at the kids. "I'll be back soon, okay?" They smiled and nodded. Dom turned the doorknob and opened the door. I opened the closet door and grabbed a pair of slippers. I slipped them on my feet and walked out the door.
I'm upset at how short this is. I just know that the next chapter is probably going to be long because it's basically going to be just between Dom and Letty at his apartment. Yeah. I'm sorry for the delays. It's the weekend and it's been a lazy one. I have a question though. For anybody who wants to answer. Mari needs a full name. Like Marisol (that was my Spanish name for two years) or Maribel or something. What do you guys think? Maribel is a little more original. Thanks for reading. REVIEW! Thanks.