Chapter 19
Dom was just finishing a tune up on another car when he caught the time on his watch.
"Letty!" he called. He hadn't seen her in a while, and he realized that she hadn't finished the tuneup on the Camaro that she'd started earlier.
"Hey Letty!" he called once again to no reply.
He found it odd and stood up, wiping his hands off with the semi oily rag. He poked his head outside to see if she was working on something in the lot, but there was no sign of her. He walked back into the garage and headed toward the office. Letty was sitting at the desk, head buried in paperwork.
"You didn't hear me calling you?" he asked and she shook her head no. Dom shrugged it off and continued, "it's getting late. You're appointments at eleven right?"
No reply.
"Letty?" he asked, raising his voice a bit, annoyed at the lack of answers he was getting out of her. "Let, you listening to me?"
"I'm not going," she replied, not bothering to look up.
"What?" Dom asked, taking a few steps further into the office. "What do you mean your not going?"
"Exactly what I said. I'm not going," She replied once again, not taking her eyes off the paperwork that she had her head buried in.
"Letty, what are you talking about? You have to go. I thought we were going together?" he asked, confused by her attitude.
"Together.." She muttered under her breath with a snide laugh.
Now he wanted to do things together? What a load of shit.
"What?" Dom asked, unable to make out what she had just muttered, but clearly he could tell she was being shitty.
"I rescheduled my appointment Dom. I don't need you to come with me," she said as she stood up, grabbing her keys.
"What? Letty, what is this? I thought you said it was cool if..."
"I know what I said," she interrupted. "I changed my mind."
Dom scratched his head in confusion at her quick turn in attitude. "Let, I don't understand, I thought..."
"I can't do this anymore Dom," she said quietly, placing a hand on her hip, looking up at him.
"Do what?" Dom asked, stepping closer to her, taking the keys from her hand.
"This fucking roller coaster or whatever we've been doing. It's too hard. Not to mention you're cheating on your fucking girlfriend. Maybe it's fun for you, but I'm not the mistress type Dom."
"Let, c'mon, you know..." he started, but was quickly cut off by Letty.
"It just hit me while I was sitting here. You have a whole other life. A condo in the city, a girlfriend who only a month ago you told me you planned to marry. I don't fit into that. I don't want to fit into that. It's been a long time Dom. We're different people now. We can't just keep fucking and pretending like nothing's changed. Everything's changed."
"Letty..." he grabbed her hand.
"It is what it is, you know? It's not our fault," she shrugged, but knowing deep down that it was their fault.
She took the keys from his hand and quickly slid off one of the keys, placing it in his hand.
"What is this?"
"The garage key."
"This garage? Your quitting?!"
"I told you Dom, I can't do this anymore. I don't want to do this anymore. If you really wanted to be with me you could've, yet you're still with Debbie. You fuck me, and you go home to her. That shit is done with Dom. We can end this right here, right now. I'll leave, you go back to Debbie. It'll be like it never happened."
"Wait a minute, let me get this straight," he approached her. "You're tellin me to forget that your carryin my fuckin kid? To act like this never happened?!"
"Isn't that what you want Dom? It would be perfect. You can keep your perfect little relationship with Debbie intact. She'll never have to know you fucked your ex girlfriend and knocked her up. You get a get out of jail free card Dom," Letty sneered.
"Oh this is just fuckin perfect Letty," he snapped. "You do what you do best when things get tough, you run. You're fucking predictable you know that?!"
"Fuck you Dom! Don't you blame this on me!"
"You're running Letty!" he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
"I'm not running!" she yelled back, tears stinging the back of her eyes. Fuckin hormones.
"So you really wanna leave? You wanna have this kid on your own?" he taunted her.
"Yeah. I do," she stood firmly.
At that moment he had never been so enraged. The thought of Letty leaving, never seeing her again. The thought of not being in his baby's life...
"You know what?" he turned toward her, leaning in, "fuck this." he snarled. "You wanna leave? Leave! Get the fuck out Letty!!" he pointed toward the door.
Fuck. It wasn't what he really meant. Take it back...
"I'd love to get the fuck out Dom!" she grabbed her things off the desk. "Don't ever fuckin call me again! Fuckin asshole!" she spewed as she stormed out of the office, never looking back.
"Fuck you Letty!!" he yelled, kicking the door shut.
His pulse was racing, his thoughts were all over the place. Fucking bitch. She was running. She always ran. Let her run, he told himself.