Dom
Ineed to find a way to get him to talk to me again.
Harry fucking my hand up against his desk when he was furious at me was fantastic, but it didn’t exactly solve the problem of bulldozing our friendship. The problem I caused.
It wasn’t you I was talking to.
I groaned as I took another drink, my eyes dropping to my left and the exact patch of my sofa where he let me lay him down and kiss him properly. It didn’t matter that I’d left the lights off and sat here working through coffee after coffee. Staying awake wasn’t going to solve any of my problems.
It just kept swirling around my mind like a fucking ping pong ball. Yeah, Harry wanted me, but it didn’t mean shit when his fiancée was coming home soon.
And I was so, so close to just storming over there, kicking in his front door, and fucking him.
He’d let me go as far as I wanted and then hated me even more. Which I was pretty sure I could deal with as long as he let me tell him how much I loved him again and again.
Which was fucked up on so many levels, and exactly the reason I was in that situation in the first place.
But I also knew that if I took it slow and made a proper effort to actually show him how I felt that didn’t involve slamming him up against whatever surface I could find and grabbing his cock, there was the slimmest chance he might look at me with something other than contempt.
Maybe.
I was happy to just lie slumped on my sofa all night, but my phone lit up on the coffee table next to me. There was a vain beat of hope that it could be Harry, but all my maudlin crap slid away as Tammy’s name appeared on the screen.
It was 10PM on a school night, they shouldn’t have been calling me this late.
I snatched it up, instantly answering the call. My screen opened up to a picture of one of the twins, nearly shrouded in darkness.
“Tams, what’s going on?” I asked as I snapped to attention, sitting on the edge of the sofa, every muscle suddenly tense.
“What?” Her gaze darted away from the screen. “Nothing’s going on. I just thought it would be nice to call.”
But I’d known my sisters longer than they had been breathing oxygen, and there was no way either of them would call unless something had happened.
“Where’s Janie?” I said, getting up, going straight to the wall and hitting the lights just as Tammy turned the camera to her. Her sister waved a hand, but there was no way she could hide her expression.
“Hi Dom,” she said quietly. Too fucking quietly.
“Guys, come on. What the hell is going on? Where are you? Why is it so dark?”
“We just wanted to chat. It’s been a couple of weeks,” Tammy said.
“No, you didn’t. Don’t dance around. What have they done?” Because it was obviously Sally or Terry. They would happily chat to me forever about friend drama, but they would hesitate about the shit our ‘parents’ did.
I stared them down through the phone. I didn’t want to have to get serious with them and treat it like an interrogation, but I had to know what was happening. My heart rate had picked up, and I was so wired from the combination of pining over Harry like a fucking idiot and the gallon of coffee that I wasn’t thinking right.
They shot each other a look before Tammy dropped her gaze.
“Um…” She shuffled as she leaned closer to the camera, her voice even lower than Janie’s. “Dad is just in one of his moods.”
I stilled, the phone clenched in my hand, my eyes jumping over them on the screen. Neither of them seemed hurt, nothing to say he had done anything, no reason to panic, yet.
But that was easy to hide when they’d locked themselves in a closet, which they seemed to have done as I examined the clothes behind them.
“Where’s Sally? Why isn’t she there?” I asked.
Sally could keep Terry in check when he’d been drinking. Usually he was such a pathetic piece of shit that he got drunk and moped about how much better his life used to be. Eitherthat, or he got into a rage because he’d lost a bet or something like that. But Sally made sure the girls stayed out of it.
“She’s out,” Janie mumbled.