Page 40 of Inevitable Destruction

If anything, those feelings have intensified over the years. I pushed them back, but Dominik fucking changed it all and now I have no choice but to try and gain a bit of control back in my life so I can no longer be controlled by these plaguing feelings.

If I can do my Pops justice, then maybe, in some way, I can move on and forgive myself.

“Fucking doubt that,” I mutter to no one but myself. I’m thirty years old and working the job my father used to have. I’m living in his house, fucking surrounded by him every day. A constant, never changing reminder of how fucked everything is.

He was a good dad. With it only ever being us, he took pretty good care of me on his own. He worked a lot but always made sure I had everything I needed and most of the shit I wanted. I was with a babysitter a lot because we didn’t have any family, but I know it could’ve been worse.

My mother left right after I was born, apparently. She had me and dipped right out of the hospital without ever taking a single look at me. It should sting, knowing even my own mother didn’t want me, but I feel nothing towards it or her.

I don’t feel much of anything regarding anyone.

Pop’s never really talked about her, other than to tell me whatever I asked, but that was never much because I didn’t care. I’m sure I should have, but I had him. What else did I need?

I stare out at the wall of rain pouring off the edge of the overhang. It comes down in a thick sheet, distorting my view of the backyard, which I’m grateful for. Seeing it just reminds me this isn’t my home anymore.

I drag out a cigarette from my pack of Marlboro’s with my teeth and pick up the zippo on the table next to my phone. After lighting the end, I press the lighter into my palm, letting the sharp edges bite into my flesh.

Halfway through the cigarette, something sparks in my mind about tonight. Dominik will most likely be at that party, which is the exact reason I’m going. After that stunt at the cemetery two weeks ago, I went searching for that punk little drug dealer, Jay Duval, and threatened him.

A smirk pulls at my lips as I remember. I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and threw him up against the front door after he opened it. He let out a groan as his head smacked against the wood, and I smiled.

I told him he wasn’t allowed to sell Dominik a single fucking thing. Not pills, weed. Not even a fucking cough drop and to tell anyone he knew the same fucking thing. I also, maybe let slip that I could get his scholarship taken away by calling his coach and having his ass drug tested right that minute.

I’d never seen anyone agree to anything so fast in my life.

Chuckling at the memory, I tilt my head back and let the beer slide down my throat. I set the now empty bottle beside me and finish off my smoke before flicking it out in the yard. The rain has let up a bit in the last few minutes to a slow drizzle.

I pick up my shit and head inside. As I’m dropping the bottle in the trash, a knock sounds at my front door. My eyes dart to the clock on the wall. It’s already eight, which means…

“Daddyyy, c’mon, it’s wet out here,” Seth whines, and I roll my eyes but walk to the door and pull it open, finding him soaking wet. His short brown hair drips water down between his eyes, and I step aside to let him in, my cock already hardening in anticipation of his hot, wet little mouth wrapped around me.

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“I seeI didn’t leave too bad of a bruise if it’s already gone.”

“What—” Dominik’s fingers brush over his cheek before his arm drops back to his side. For the first time, I’m seeing his arms completely uncovered. I find my eyes tracing every blue-green vein that are a stark comparison to his ghastly-pale skin.

I follow them up his bicep until I reach his neck, half covered by wet, curly black hair. The same rush of hostile heat swarms me as my eyes roam over his face. He has even deeper and darker purple-black circles under his eyes, but it only makes the deep green of his irises appear brighter.

The whites of his eyes are bloodshot—giving me an instant reminder that Seth got him fucking high, putting a slight kink in my plan.

Or maybe not.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dominik mutters before adding, “And why the fuck did you text me? How did you even get my number?”

“Do you really have to ask me that? I arrested you. I had your phone in my possession. And even if I didn’t, all I have to do is search your name, and I would find it.

“But that’s beside the point. I want to talk about why you’re high right now. I’m pretty sure I explicitly told you that I was the only person you would be getting anything from. Lucky for you, Seth didn’t know any better.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Dominik shouts in my face, stepping into my space until our noses are a mere inch from touching. His hot breath heats my face with every huff of his chest, and the anger exuding from him has my dick perking up.

I bet he would suck a dick so fucking good for those pills he loves.

Let’s see how deep his desperation runs.

“Me? I’m the dude that’s controlling the drugs you want so bad. You can’t get any, can you? I bet you’ve already gone through that bottle I gave back to you a couple weeks ago, and that’s why you’re here, hoping you can score something.

“You got lucky with the weed, but I can promise you that won’t happen again. So, let me ask you one last time, to your face so you can’t fucking lie. What would you do for those drugs you crave so badly?” I take a step forward until our fronts are plastered, from our chests to our legs. I drag my eyes from his parted lips to his eyes and back again.

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