Each ring made me even more nervous. What if she didn't answer? What if she was mad at me. What if she went and saw Rowell thinking I was at the house without my knowledge, and wanted us to "talk". I loved my mom with everything I had, but we didn't always see eye to eye. She was still absolutely my mother though. Throughout everything I had chosen to do with my life she stood by my side. Even if it was overwhelmingly stupid. After the trauma my "father" caused to the both of us, she knew that I needed to live. Experience most things for myself before I learned that the words of others wasn't always an attempt to gaslight me, or use me.

I was swiftly brought back to the present as I heard my phone bloop, alarming me that my mom had decided to answer. I had somewhat scared myself, but I was excited to talk to her. I moved away for College and three days after I was settled in, she got a place a couple towns over. She was always maximum of an hour away.

"Hello?" I heard my mom's warm voice as I sighed in relief.

"Hey mom, um.."

"You and Rowell broke up? I'm so sorry, I was just about to bring some lunch down to your house! Rowell kept calling me, saying Dominic picked you up and you were bleeding.." She trailed on as I heard her blinkers go on. 

"I'm at Dominic's apartment. I came home from the bakery and Rowell was with a girl, in our bed." I huffed as my mom went quiet.

"Did you and Dominic?"

"No! Mom no! He has a girlfriend, he doesn't even want me here. He just saw how mad I was!" My mom had always thought me and Dominic were dating and I just called him a "good friend" to get him in my room. 

"Mhm, well, where does he live. We're all gonna have lunch together. To thank him for getting you away from Rowell." My mom seemed calm, I heard her gear shift into reverse as she backed up into a parking spot.

"Mom! I don't wanna stay here! Not with him, Ameila? My house?" I pulled the grey hoodie over my knees. As much as I hated it, the hoodie was warm and much bigger then I was, nice warm and cozy, just how the rest of his house felt. At least as comforting as money can bring you to be.

"Samira Turner Jameson. That man, was your bestfriend. He took you out of a situation that could have been deadly if it had progressed. You are going to thank that man, and so am I. Home, is wherever you feel that you are home." I slouched at her words. I got up from the corner and returned my free hand into the pouch of the hoodie.

At that moment I realized I didn't even know where I was. The drive was only about ten minutes, yet with a combination of his crazing driving and my teary eyes, I wasn't very aware of my surroundings. He had always driven like a mad man. Even when it was illegal for him to be on the road. I started to smile at the memory of all the nights he'd whip down to my house and we'd go to the movies. Even though he wasn't of age to drive. I slowly approached the bathroom door. Paying extra attention to how the door creaked and the smooth texture of the doors.

"Where are we? Address wise. My mom want to bring us lunch." I knew that I must've sounded irritated, but I never liked lectures from my mom. It made me feel like such a baby. She was dead wrong about this though. If anything Dom would probably just use me for some notes and make me look like a hoe if I stay here. 

Dom whipped open the door, with a curling pudding in his hand by Shea Moisture. He grabbed my phone with his free hand placing it on speaker and tossing it on the marble countertop next to the huge sink in the bathroom. I crossed my arms as he cleared his throat.

"Mrs. Jameson, lovely to hear from you. I live in the big apartment on Faith Street, you can't miss it. Once you get in just say you're a friend of mine. They'll take you up to us."He smiled at me acting as if he had been that nice the whole time. Trying to make me seem like he asshole. I snatched my phone after hearing my mom laugh. I went right back into the room I was in and sat on the floor. Pulling up the Lyft app and putting in the address, at least now I could leave after lunch.

"He sounds like such a nice boy! "My mom remarked, enthusiastically.

"Mom, he sounds like a fucking smoker. "I giggled under my breathe. He truly did, he's voice was just that annoyingly deep. It had been deep since we first meet. Kids used to make fun of him for it, then I stepped in.

"Mhm, I'll be there in five. If you really want to leave, I'll drop you to Angela's or you can stay with me. I just don't want you alone right now. Love you." She said as I heard the phone hang up and flopped onto the floor, laying myself out with a sigh.

As I laid, spiraling in my own thoughts, humming and letting my mind flood with good memories of Dominic. In hopes it'd keep my mind off of the inevitable, Rowell cheated on me. The person I had given my all. The person who knew the most, the person who I changed for. Fucking piece of shit. I felt the tears began to overflow once again. I whimpered, grabbing a pillow that had fallen with me out of the bed earlier that day. I held it close to me sniffling.

"Dommiee!~" Amelia's voice sounded out from the once peaceful silence. Followed by a ton of rings to the doorbell, and a couple huge pounds on the door. I heard the door unlock and I heard her stupid ass squeal. The tears dried as I got angry again. I then realized I would be hiding in here until she left. Especially since I was in his clothes, which I had told him about several times since I realized it.

I heard nothing from Dominic besides his footsteps. From past experience, I knew they were in the kitchen. I pondered on how I'd get out of his room, and tell my mom what happened without her still insisting on having lunch with the four of us instead. I wasn't nervous since I knew he couldn't actually like her. He liked girls with real personalities. Not faked ones.