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| 95 | Falco Territory
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] I'm skipping my class this morning. I'm too haggard, nauseated, sleep-deprived, and too stressed out to think about anything else but him. The sky stays a dingy gray and only a little bluish as I approach the front of Dominico’s house, my keys jangling in my pocket. I don't even wanna be here. I'm just gonna stay here all day in case he needs my help. Every five minutes or so, my brain pictures him all bloody and wounded, riddled with bullet holes, trapped in an old, abandoned warehouse somewhere... Shucks. I'm trying my best to push those thoughts aside. Can't let these dark thoughts win. But it's a challenge. Dominico's last text only says he left the detention facility, and that he's meeting someone. The lack of details eats at my peace of mind. I've tried calling him again. But, no luck. When a car pulls over just outside the gates, my heart jerks. The exhaust doesn't sound anything like the Maserati's, but it's familiar. I stand beside the locked
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]Why can't he just trust my word? After everything, does he actually still think I can't be trusted?I wanna scream and throw up. I feel like running for the door. I just want to leave this city. And hide.From him. From everyone. From the entire world. I just don't know how much more of this I can take. But I can't. I shouldn't. We need to resolve this now. Whatever this is to him. And I owe him too much to just walk out on him without making an effort. Without giving either of us the chance to hash out our issues once and for all.“Who told you to give me money?” Dominico squints and cocks his head, his expression showing a tinge of annoyance.“I owe you at least eighty-five thousand. Bills, tuition, allowances, daily expenses...”“When did I ever tell you to pay the bills?” The skin between his brows and beside his eyes crease more. He sounds like he's already having a hard time reining in his anger.But it's something I expected. I deserve it and probably wor
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