-Alaina-

I'm worried.

Dominic is hiding something, constantly sneaking around, whispering all the time.

And not to mention all that shit at the hospital.

Speaking of which, I'm going to pick him up to bring him home.

I swear I almost run over at least 7 news reporters trying to get to the parking lot, hopefully none of them sue.

Who am I kidding, I have no money to sue for.

Pushing past the absurd crowd, I walk through, straight to Dominic's room.

I gently push the door open, noticing him sat on the bed, head to the floor and running his hand through his hair.

"Hey, you ready to leave?" his head shoots up in my direction.

"Oh, uh- yeah let me just find the shoes you brought."

Nathan actually did pretty well at taking care of everything, despite the broken wine glass and the rip in one of the cushions.

But I don't want to be the person to tell Dom that.

"Okay, let's go."

He pulls a hoodie over my head, pulling the hood up.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he guides me out the room and pulls his own hood up to cover his face.

The wave of questions hits us as he weaves us through the swarming people.

Even with a broken hand, he rushes to open the driver side car door for me, closing it as soon as I'm in.

He takes the seat beside me, letting out a prolonged sigh.

Trying my hardest not to accidentally murder all these people, I drive out and onto the street.

We drive basically in silence, the odd, short conversation.

As we approach the house, I see Nate's house blocking the driveway.

For goodness sake, that man.

He's lucky I haven't keyed that damn car.

The tires screech as I stop the car, Dominic's face scrunching up at the sound.

Busting through the door, I walk through the house until I see him.

I grab his ear, dragging him outside.

"Ow, ow, what the fuck?" he almost whines.

Pointing to his car, I raise an eyebrow.

He throws his hands up in defence.

"Okay, damn, I'll move the car!" he yells, unlatching my hand.

"Fuckin could have just said that." he mutters as he walks away.

Dominic laughs at his pitiful face, clearly very confused.

"Please, stop your girlfriend hurting me, this is like the 4th time now."

"Deserved." he walks towards me, a smile on his face.

"At least you're here now, shit gets lonely talking to the dead brain inside him." I laugh, going on my tip toes to kiss his cheek.

"Yeah, I never thought I would appreciate being stranded in a hospital." 

Walking inside, I made sure that everything was exactly how he left it, disregarding the broken stuff.

"Hey, do me a favour and go into our room, I just need to talk to Nathan." he kisses my lips gently, pushing me towards the door.

"Our room, huh?" I wiggle my eyebrows as I walk backwards to the bedroom.

"Our." he confirms, a grin breaking out.

I go and decide to take a shower to pass time.

Taking a shower is a chance to give myself a moment to breathe. Relax under the hot water.

And after everything going on, I really need some time to breathe.

Running my fingers through my hair, I hear Nathan shouting and I block it out, massaging shampoo into my hair.

There's a loud crash from the living room.

I quickly finish the shower, wrapping myself in a towel.

I sneak out the room, making each step a quiet as possible on the floorboards.

Hiding at the corner, I see Dom with his head in his hands, Nathan crouched in front of him.

"Look, I think she's great just as much as the next person, and that's why you need to be careful, keeping her safe." he whispers to Dominic.

He runs his hands down his face, his eyes closing.

"Don't do anything dumb, just make sure she's safe at all times, you know how much danger she could be in. Especially after what just happened."

He gently nods his head, standing up slowly,

"I know. I don't know what I would do if she was hurt because of my stupid fucking actions."

Nate grabs his shoulder once before walking out the door.

I run back to the room, grabbing the nearest thing, which happens to be a book.

The door opens, Dominic walking towards me.

"Alaina, your books upside down, darling." He states, snatching it from my hands.

"I like the challenge." I shrug my shoulders. "Plus, I'v read it so many times, I could recite it."

He flicks through the pages, raising his eyebrows.

"You didn't strike me as the romance novel type." he throws the book back on the bed.

"Well, I do."

He plants a kiss on my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

My wet hair drips down my back, and I'm reminded why I always dry my hair.

I hate this feeling.

Roxy suddenly bounds on the bed, searching for something.

Until he comes back out and she dashes to him instantly.

He walks over to me, laying his head on my chest as his legs tangle with mine.

Burying my fingers in his hair, he lets out a soft sigh.

"Hows your hand?"

"Hurts, but not too bad."  he raises it, almost presenting it.

After a few minutes, his breathing evens out, his body completely relaxed.

I couldn't sleep all night, whether it was because of a sudden sound, or just because I was thinking.

But I am exhausted.

The gentle ticking of the clock fills the room, along with the occasional, soft snore.

I look up at the matte black clock.

3:39am

I carefully slide out from beneath him, making my way into the kitchen as quiet as possible.

I boil the kettle, resting my head in my hands.

As I make the tea, Roxy nuzzles her head on my legs, begging for my attention.

Standing at the counter, I just sip the tea in my hands, doing nothing but thinking.

About many things, random or questions I'm constantly asking myself.

Just then, I hear a deep, sleepy voice sound behind me.

"What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep." I swirl the liquid around in the cup, watching each movement.

His body presses against the back of mine.

Before I can blink, I'm lifted onto the counter, his arms on either side of me.

"And why is that, something going on in the pretty head?" he taps a finger on my forehead.

"Uh, no of course not." I let my head fall my hair covering my face.

He tilts my chin up, my eyes threatening to close.

"Come on, just come back to bed, you don't have to sleep, just lay with me, you're tired, love."

Grabbing the back of my thighs, he wraps my legs around his waist, picking me up.

I rest my head on his shoulder as he takes me back into his room.

Laying me down on the bed, he crawls behind me, holding me close.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for." he replies through a yawn.

"I'l explain why I'm so fucked up soon, just don't worry." I slide my fingers down his arm.

"You aren't fucked up, but I'm here and ready to listen whenever." 

With one final kiss on my head, he falls asleep almost instantly.

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It's been almost 2 days since then, and I've been back home for those days.

He's been slightly distant, but that's probably just me being crazy, its only been a couple days.

And to add to that, the cafe has been closed for Mr Davis' private life, which I have no problem with, but sitting at home alone has not been good for me mentally.

Except Sophie coming to borrow shit from me.

But once again, not helpful.

Me

hey. when can i see you <3

Him <3

Idk. Soon.

See what I mean? This is how its been since the other night.

I snatch random clothes out of the closet, throwing them on.

Grabbing the nearest shoes, I walk out of the house to the bus stop.

As I enter the bus, I have 2 seat options.

Next to the friendly looking old man, or a teenager.

Old man it is.

I sit beside him, flashing a quick smile.

I notice we are about to be near Dom's street so I stand up, walking towards the front.

Turning around to check I haven't left anything behind, I see the old guy's eyes glued to my ass.

Great.

As soon as the doors open, I step off, walking towards Dominic's street.

I'm surprising him.

Looking into his drive, only his car is there.

I walk straight to the door, knocking confidently.

His face appears in a small gap as it opens.

He remains with a straight face and my eyebrows furrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, what's up?" he asks.

"I was just checking on you." I fiddle with my hands.

"I'm fine, great actually." he pulls me through the door, rocking on his heels awkwardly.

"What's with you barely talking to me, and when you do I get some shit reply?" I ask, getting slightly irritated.

His head drops, looking at the floor.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just thought it might make this easier." He looks back up with glossy eyes.

"What?" 

"I think we should break up." his voice cracks, struggle laced in it.

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