Death's Bullet
Part 6:
A mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbled in Mia's stomach. Did everything go ok? Was Dom alright; better yet was the mystery man still alive.
Mia loved Dom with everything she had but sometimes he scared her. When he was in one of his moods, everyone one seemed to be his enemy. Never had he hurt her or one of his teammates but strangers were as good as gone. This one time a man had insulted their father and Dom beat him into a bloody pulp. Another time a Mexican man at Club Chipolata started trying to feel her up. Mia had of course turned him down, so he called an assortment of names, none were very pretty. Dom crack his head with a steel pipe discarded on the bumpy cobble stone.
On countless occasions Dom said he would never hurt one of his own. Mia thought other wise. Sometimes people just can't stop themselves from going to far. The line is thin like a single thread. It only takes a moment, a second, to go over the edge and then people drown in a sea of guilt.
Mia knew this from first hand experience.
The thick scent of gas assaulted the air. Someone was screaming and it was all her fault. She wanted to run, needed to run, but….
Mia gasped and grabbed her long chocolate hair. Tears squeezed past her tightly shut lids. No she didn't want to remember what happened. She couldn't stand it. It was all her fault that that boy died. A boy she could barely even remember except for a sweet smile but no matter how many times she was told that it wasn't her fault she knew that it was her fault that he died in that fire 17 years ago.
All her fault.
Note: Ah Short Chapter. Hee hee.