Fic: RunAway - III. Leaving

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Chapter Title: Leaving

Chapter Summary: Dom makes things worse for himself

Dominic didn’t think when he brought Jessica back to his hotel room. Back to their hotel room. The hotel room he shared with Evi. His girlfriend. He didn’t think for one second when Jessica invited her friend Lindsey to join them. He didn’t even think as he had unprotected, extremely rough sex with both of them, and he certainly wasn’t thinking when he said they could stay the night.

 

When Evi entered the room quietly later that night, Dom’s mind was blank. Evi’s eyes were blank. Then she shouted.

 

“You’re a fucking bastard, Dominic. Fuck you! Just… Fuck you, Dom!” She angrily unfastened the silver charm bracelet that he had gotten her last year and threw it on the floor. The tears had already begun to fall.

 

“You’re leaving then?” Dom asked calmly.

 

“Fuck you!” Evi yelled one last time before slamming the door behind her. Lindsey sat up. Jessica stared at the door, wide eyed.

 

“You have a girlfriend?” One of them asked disbelievingly.

 

“I had a girlfriend. It’s not a problem anymore.”

 

***

 

Dom went to a different club every night of the week. On Monday, he’d go back to the first one, and he kept doing this until he’d forgotten the names of the clubs and simply called them “the Monday one” and “the Tuesday one,” and so on.

 

It was at the Wednesday one that was fucked by a stranger in the men’s restroom and at the Friday one that he went down on a man in the back alley. Both times, he didn’t look at the man’s face.

 

Evi didn’t call. She stopped by his flat one day while he was out and picked up her things. Billy had also stopped calling. Elijah, who Dom had actually been speaking to regularly, was suddenly too busy with interviews and premieres that Dom wasn’t invited to. He didn’t call any of them, either.

 

Dom told himself he didn’t care. He wrote on his hands, in thick, black Sharpie, “LEFT” and “ALONE.” The people at the clubs didn’t notice. Dom decided to write on his forehead next time.

 

It was at the Wednesday club again that he accepted the offer of drugs. He didn’t even know what it was, but Dom took it anyway. The drug made him black out. When he came to, he was in an alley and his knees were bloody.

 

But he didn’t care.

Next: Alone