Page 91 of Always You
“Dominic used you, Mila, you’re nothing. His mom and family will come first and, of course, me. By the way, he screamed my name said, I’m the best fuck he’s ever had.” She slams the door in my face.
I felt in my gut the past weeks something was up; he had been acting different and withdrawing from us. The need to run, to scream, overcomes me. But my body becomes petrified stone. I don’t know how I make it to my townhouse.
I text Sophie, asking if she can pick Dante up from school. Crawling into bed, I sob, letting the tears flow. He’s back with Samantha, his mom’s responsible for my father’s death, and she tried to kill me.
He lied to me and manipulated me. I welcomed him in only for him to push me away again. I had put a wall around my heart for a reason, not wanting it to be used as something to be stepped upon. I’ve been so naïve; everything was a fabrication as a part of a plan to save his mother.
So I wouldn't file a complaint. He betrayed me once again. The thorns pricking at my heart cause me to feel as if I am bleeding, I am bewildered. The hands of that monster murdered my poor father. She took him from me.
Deep down I know his family will come first, his mother and the woman he’s going to marry. He broke my heart. I’m the fool who handed it to him and he selfishly took it. I pick up the phone dialing Dominic’s number.
“Hello, Angel, I was just about to call you.”
“Fuck you, w-why didn’t you not tell me about Rachel b-b-blowing up my house, Dominic?”
Fuck I hate he’s hearing the weakness in my voice.
“How long have you known? Was it all a lie to use me so I wouldn’t turn your mom in? To give you my heart so I would get over what your mother has done. You motherfucker!” I inhale slowly, my chest feeling tight and constricted. My phone trembles in my hand as I press it against my head.
“Baby, no I found out a month ago, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Don’t call me, baby, I’m not your baby. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. You broke me, Dominic. Do you care about Dante or was that a lie too?”
“Fuck no, I love Dante. Mila, he’s, my son.”
“I’ll allow you to see him. You can pick him up on Wednesdays and Thursdays from school and bring him home by dinner and we will only talk about Dante. I have nothing else to talk to you about. I don’t want my son around anyone else in your family or Samantha.” I wipe my tears.
“Okay, yeah of course. I’ll get him Wednesdays and Thursdays, Angel, please let’s talk about this. I haven’t—”
I cut him off, “I fucking hate you, Dominic. You used me, lied to me, broke me again. You led me to believe what we had was real. You manipulated me into falling in love with you all over again. It was always her.” I hang up the phone.
I splash water on my face, then, I ball myself on the bathroom floor, hyperventilating. I feel an icy chill settle over me, as if I’m not worthy of his mercy. He left me shattered to pieces. Why would Rachel kill my father? I’m positive it was intended to be me; she wanted me dead. She hated me this much. She would kill my father and me… both.
I can’t believe he’s with Samantha; maybe I was his sidepiece all along. Did he mean it when he told me he loved me? Was I not enough for him? The date: was it real or a trap… A lie? Did he plan on getting back with her all this time? So many questions and no answers. I’m too shattered to find the truth. Not yet, but I will.
“Babe, what happened?” Sophie walks into the bathroom.
“W-Where’s Dante?” I’m weeping, uncontrollably.
“He’s in his room,” she softly whispers. “Mila, you’re scaring me what happened?”
I lean on her shoulder holding onto her, crying my heart out to her.
“I-I went to his place. He sent me a text. When I got there
S-Samantha was there in his T-shirt, and she said they’re back together, and the worst part she handed me this.” I hand her the police report.
She gasps.
“What in the hell is this? His mom, Rachel Delgado?”
Nodding, I say, “His mom started the fire. Crazy bitch killed my dad and I’m assuming she’s not behind bars.” I weep in her hold.
“Have you talked to Dominic?” Her forehead creases.
“I called him and asked him why he lied to me. I just couldn’t talk to him. I’m fucking broken, Sophie. I feel used. I gave him my heart the second time around,” I say, my heart cracking with each beat.
Sophie soothes my back.
