Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 43

In vain, I was trying to make him lose track of me. He would follow me like a radar that detected everything. Still, it was like I was trying to give him a second chance. I had no choice but to face him and where better than on my own territory and with my own weapons. I even slowed my pace so he could catch up with me.

As soon as I got in the car, I knew he would discover my apartment where I was living, but little did I care. I pulled into the driveway and parked in front of the flat. Just as I expected behind me, a few seconds away, Dominic parked a few cars down the street. 

It was now or never. I walked through the gate, crossed the garden, and unlocked the door. I turned on the light in the living room just as I heard his hurried footsteps right after me. Leaving my door open as an invitation to a closure to our so-called story, I turned in a rage.

"That's it! Why are you following me?" I growled, and it echoed through my entire house.

His eyes gleamed with such anger that they turned from molten green to coal black. For a moment I froze in place, but then I thought that if anyone should be angry, it should have been me. I took a step back, slamming against the wall. Dominic came towering over me with his massive body that once intimidated me. He was sending me shivers down my spine. I was trying to control my own rage. When he was about to speak, I raised my hand in defense, blocking him from saying a word. "Come to think of it, I should be the one doing the talking! How could you? I trusted you, and you betrayed everything that was beautiful between us. I trusted you with my memories, my life, and what is my reward? In a few hours, my world as I knew it shattered into a million pieces, impossible to put back together again. So, I ask you why?"

In shock, Dominic was still standing in front of me. He was attempting to hold my angry gaze. I knew he was trying to process everything I said, but if he didn't come up with an answer fast, I could think he was stalling and it wasn't doing him any good. "Why won't you talk to me? Am I so damn unimportant that I'm not worth talking to?" I burst out so angrily I could barely stand up. The look in his eyes still gave him away. He knew exactly what I was talking about. 

"It's not about that, it's just..." he stammered out a few words, thinking I would stop the questioning if he intimidated me. I wasn't so easily intimidated. Hell, I wasn't at all. It was just that in front of this man, all my defenses weakened. I couldn't imagine how I let him into my heart. How I opened my being in such a way that I could receive him and keep him there. 

"Oh, I know, cat got your tongue! You had the nerve to talk to me when all of this started. Tell me what's right and what's wrong with my goddamn life. I find out things about you that shock me and discover how well you've kept them hidden." 

"Well, in that case, beware that people might put labels on what they see" 

It was so true that we both spoke nonsense, but Dominic went over the line.

Right at that second, a heavy hand flew to Dominic's left cheek, leaving a red mark, full of all my pain and the sadness at what he thought of me. The pain rose so high reaching my heart and then my soul, leaving deep marks in its path. I turned towards the exit, thinking about chasing him out of my house, but a powerful arm reached for me, forcing me to turn to face the man to whom my heart belonged.