Fic: RunAway - II. Gone

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Chapter Title: Gone

Chapter Summary: Billy tries to apologise

 

“I’m sorry I left like that, Dommie. Ring me back when you wake up.”

 
Dom listened to the message three times before collapsing back onto the pillows. Ten minutes later, he pressed number one on his speed dial. Not even waiting for an answer, he muttered, “Fuck you, Bill,” then hung up.

 
Three days later, he was back in his own LA home, and Billy back in Glasgow. They hadn’t talked at all.

 
“Dominic, answer your bleeding phone! I know you’re home, Elijah said he was just there this morning. Please, just talk to me. Fuck, don’t even talk, just listen. Please.”

 
Dom picked up the phone just before Billy rung off. “Billy, you told me to leave you alone, so that’s what I’m doing, alright? Bugger off.”

 
“Don’t hang up. Just listen. Are you listening? Dom? Are you there?”

 
“Yes. Talk.” Dom put the handset on speakerphone and rummaged through the sea of empty bottles for an unopened one.

 
“Dom, I’m sorry about that night. I truly am. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you, Dom, you know that. I love so many things about you I don’t even know where to begin. But I can’t… I have responsibilities now. I have Ali and Jack and a dog…”

 
“M’allergic to dogs,” Dom muttered.

 
“I know,” Billy whispered sadly, then continued as if uninterrupted. “Life isn’t a game anymore. Someone has to be the grownup, and that someone is me now. And Dom, it’s not a bad way to live life. I just finally grew out of—"

 
“Grew out of me, is that it?” Dom interjected angrily. “I’m just a fucking immature shag on the side?”

 
“Dom, no, listen to me!”

 
“No, Bill, I’ve had enough!” Dom threw the current bottle against the wall, where it shattered dramatically. “If you want it over, then it’s over. I’m tired of never being enough for you. I’m tired of hiding all the time. I’m just… I’m just tired. If you don’t want me, fine. I’ll just stay out of your way then.”

 
“I did want you. Don’t you understand? That’s why I fucking left, Dom, because I did want you! I’m trying to explain and you’re not fucking listening to me. I can’t have you any longer, and I hate it, but it’s true.”

 
“You make your own bed, Billy.”

 
“I’m just sorry you can’t be in it, Dom.”

Next: Leaving