I slowly opened my eyes the next morning as I rolled over. I had easily released I wasn't in my bed. I jumped up and looked around. Tear stains and running mascara still on my cheeks. Snot running down my face. The bed I was in, was absolutely huge, had memory foam, as it adjusted to each and every toss and turn I made. Covered by a huge warm fuzzy blanket. I looked down at my growling stomach. I hadn't eaten anything besides a couple of bakery sweets yesterday.

As my memory of the delicious donuts, I had devoured throughout my shift and Angela's endless ranting filled my mind. I had slowly started to realize where I was. I jolted up and fell straight onto the floor. I had tumbled to the end of the bed as I tried to drown myself and my sorrows in the huge bed throughout the day.

"You okay? "I heard Dominic's footsteps running towards me as I laid on the floor in defeat. He wrapped his arms around me and carried me bridal style into the kitchen. His voice filled the rest of my memories. It was the only thing that brought me back down and got me to rest the night before. He then placed me on the counter as I curled into myself wrapping the blanket around me and sighing. He's chuckled filled the room as he gave me a plate of bacon with ten pieces on it, a tiny bit of sugar sprinkled on the top of it. That never changed. I shoved the bacon into my mouth whimpering slightly as I felt another round of hot tears start to swell in my eyes. I planned on eating then asking Angela to drive me to a hotel for the next couple of days, or at least until Rowell and I could speak on our living arrangements.

We sat in silence as he toasted a couple of pieces of bread, two for him, one for me. I rubbed my eyes quickly, trying to wipe the tears away, cancel them out before they fell again. I stayed quiet. I didn't wanna let him back in any more than I already had. No matter how "caring" he was. Or how much he claimed to care just by the intoxicating look of concern in his eyes. This only proved how people with "good intent" never really had good intentions. I had given up in that after Dominic, reinstalled my hope in that stupid baster Rowell.

I knew I wouldn't be over Rowell anytime soon. I knew every time I'd see him the tears would well up, or the fists would be formed, but what was one to do. I refused to forgive him. I'm stronger than that, I was raised better than that. It still didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. It also didn't mean Dominic would get the best of me in my time of need either.

"What are you thinking about?" Dominic asked, his bareback facing me. His back muscles flexed, with each stroke of butter onto the bread he had just popped in the toaster. His curly hair in a high bun showing off his fade. I rolled my eyes at the "athlete" he had now presented himself to be.

"Nothing." I hopped off the counter stumbling slightly then going to grab a piece of toast, before finishing my last piece of bacon, as I raised my hand up, I realized I wasn't even in my own clothes. I also had gauze wrapped around my hand.

"What the fuck Dom! You fucking changed me!" I glared up at him and looked down. I was in the hoodie I had seen him in earlier that week, and a pair of boxer shorts. Fucking pervert, how had I not realized that earlier on. 

"I woke you up and threw the clothes at you after I wrapped up your hand. You were bleeding all over your clothes. From that tight-ass grip, you had on your keys. I washed them and put them in a bag in my car. Damn." He looked down at me annoyed, as if this was a normal thing for us.

"Well! What the fuck! Still, why'd you put me in your clothes! What happens when Amelia pulls up huh?" I growled under my breath. As he rolled his eyes at me in return.

"I don't fucking know, she's probably with her other boyfriend any fucking ways!" I saw Dominic's eye flare up with anger as he dropped the butter knife into his sink. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I grumbled and sat back on the counter, still eating. I was way too hungry to care, yet I did have the balls to make another snorty comment.

"I thought I was the one with anger issues Quarterback," I smirked as I got up and returned to my tiptoes to put the plates in the sink. I started to pat myself down for my phone. I heard Dominic chuckle. The angry tone still shows itself through his laugh. 

"Looking for something?"He smirked. I saw the snarky glare in his eyes. I squinted my own and pulled him down to my eye level by kicking him in the knee. I then grabbed him by his bun.

"Where's my phone, I refuse to stay here. You practically fucking kidnaped me." I blurted out, I was starting to get aggravated with him. Even though I knew I should've thanked him and then left. I didn't care that much. He'd go back to his friends in a week anyways. He didn't truly care.

"That's not what you were saying when you were clinging on to me as if your life depended on it! You answered my questions, you had a fucking panic attack in my arms, Sammie! Why the fuck are you doing this now!" He starred into my eyes, I saw his expression start to sadden as the mode pampered. I let his hair go. I felt tears well in my eyes for what felt like the thousandth time this morning.

"That's not fucking funny." I sniffled slightly. I automatically regrated staying in that moment. He looks over at me and seemed to be fighting his own demons, as his eyes showed the battle. He was mad, mad at himself for letting me in his home. Letting my pain tare at his heart. He was mad at me for making this even harder for him. The other part of him could care less. Wanted me gone. That's at least what I assumed, at least.

"Sammie, I didn't mean it like that. You just piss me off." 

"My names Samira. Not fucking Sammie, not to you. Now I need my phone so I can get the fuck away from you." Dominic walked away, acting as if he hadn't heard me. I followed him as he walked into the hallway.

His apartment was huge and very lavish. The flooring was a bright marble in the entrance area, throughout the rest of the house it was a nice linen shade of wooded planks. Every wall was a bright white, that complimented the blue LEDs he had throughout his apartment. The kitchen had full marble countertops, huge windows, and mainly marble appliances. The kitchen was built for people around his height. There was a huge doorframe that lead into his living room with a hallway leading into the other parts of his home. The living room had even more windows than the kitchen, all with the blinds closed. A huge furry rug, a fireplace, and three huge couches. Big furry blankets on each one of them with extra pillows. The hallway turned right, into a darker section of the hallway. There were two doors on the right, and from peaking in, they were both bathrooms. Somewhat like the one at home. Yet, much, much bigger. On the left side, there were three doors. One I had just come out of, the other two I had a clue of the contents within them.

I wrapped my hand around Dominic's wrist and tugged at it pulling him down to meet my eyes once again. I started to twist his arm. He scowled at me, his jaw clenching. His eyes darkened. A harsh pain stinging in his arm as he hissed slightly.  He still didn't pull away. I detached eye contact with him as I realized there was a wall clock at the end of the hallway, as well as a skinny table with a couple of pictures and trophies on it. My eyes widened as I had come to the realization that it was three in the afternoon. I had to get out of her as soon as possible. 

"Phone. Now." My tone quickly grew to be demanding. He gave in and walked into the room further on the left side of the hallway. Grabbing it from the drawer on the top shelf that seemed to be filled with hygiene equipment. I grumbled and then snatched it from him.

This room seemed to be another bedroom, almost identical to the room I had slept in. Same huge floorplan. Same huge bed, same side tables, same rug. Same huge T.V. Same LEDs circling through the room, same huge pretty windows, and the same pretty curtains blocking out the light.

"'Rowell' was calling you all night long. I assumed I'd be best for you if I kept anything to do with him away."

As I opened my phone I had seen about 36 missed calls for Rowell, 10 from my mom, and about two from Angela. I assumed Angela called to talk about her date. If only I could've had a normal night and answered. I sighed and realized as she was becoming happy I was going to be rolling through a mud path of my own issues.

"That's my decision to make." I furrowed my eyebrows at him then turned away from him as he scoffed and I heard him go into one of the restrooms.

"Mm.." In return, I walked into the room I had slept in and sat in the corner closet to the door. Sliding down the wall, I heard the dialtone of my phone began to go off. I need her to answer.. _______________________________________________________________________________

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