A/N: This the largest update for a while. Just so you know, Jesse is dead. I know sad, but true for my story. Keep the reviews coming
As soon as Doug opened the door, Dom was in her face. "What the hell were you thinking going out dressed like that?"
"I was going out with my boyfriend so I had to dress according to where we were going."
"You were dressed like you were going to ho yourself out on a street corner."
"Well Dom I have too much respect for myself to do that. Furthermore I am insulted that you would think I would do that."
"Why the hell do you have your top in your hand instead of on your body?"
"If you took a look at my hands you would noticed that they are wrapped up. That means that I probably got in a fight."
"That does not answer my question."
Douglass headed towards the steps and said, "Dom we will talk about this in the morning. Your yelling is gonna wake up everybody in the house."
Dom snatched her arm and got a firm grip on it. "No Doug. We will talk about it now. You do not walk away from me when I'm talking to you. You will not leave this house dressed like a prostitute, do what you want, and act any kind of way you want."
"Dom I didn't do nothing."
"Yeah you did." He paused for a moment and took a look at the helmet in her hand. "Please don't tell me you rode on a crotch rocket."
"Yeah I did and I enjoyed it."
"You did huh?" He snatched the helmet and threw it across the room. It landed with a large thud on the floor. Doug could only stare at Dom with hatred and tears stinging her eyes. "From now until I say, you're on punishment."
"But Dom I didn't do shit." Dom gripped her hand harder making her cry from the pain. She could already feel the bruise forming on her arm. "Dom, please let my arm go, you're hurting me."
"No you will listen to what I have to say." Doug was openly crying now and Dom didn't give a damn. It was time she learned her lesson. "You will not leave this house as you please. You have to cook and clean. You will work the café. No phone, No Amy, and especially no boyfriend at all. I don't like him. Do I make myself clear?"
Doug was still trying to get out of Dom's grip, but she wasn't having any luck. He used his other hand to bring Doug's face around to him. Doug was tired of this mess. She was tired of biting her tongue and she wasn't gonna do it anymore.