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Dominic (Slater Brothers #1)(10)
L.A. Casey

"Bronagh, are you even listenin' to me?" Miss McKesson's voice snapped making me jump and look to her.

I nodded my head. "I am, miss."

"Then answer me question."

I sighed. "I wasn't involved in any of the fightin', miss. Dominic was the one who chased me and grabbed me after I left class; Gavin was tryin' to defend me, and he got smashed up for it."

Miss McKesson rubbed her temples. "Which one of those lads is your boyfriend?"

I widened my eyes in utter shock.

"None of them, I hate Dominic, and I hardly know Gavin."

Miss McKesson shook her head. "Are you sure you aren't goin' out with one of them, Nico perhaps?"

I gaped at her. "Miss, Dominic is not me boyfriend!"

She cocked an eyebrow. "Does he know that because he really did a number on Gavin for touchin' you."

I gasped, again. "Gavin didn't touch me, he tried to shove Dominic off me and it knocked me to the ground-"

"The fact that you got knocked to the ground enraged Dominic, he said so himself durin' the meetin' held between me, him, his guardian, Gavin and his parents, and the principal."

There was a meeting over what happened?

Wow!

I groaned and scrubbed my face. "He had no right to get enraged over me fallin', it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't grabbed me in the first place!"

Miss McKesson chewed on her lip. "I think he feels very protective of you."

I rolled my eyes. "He is a dick who gets a hard on from makin' me miserable, don't confuse him 'fightin' to defend me' as anythin' other that a nasty pit bull protectin' its favourite chew toy."

Miss McKesson looked at me with her eyes wide for a few moments before she frowned at me. "Does Dominic do things that you don't approve of, Bronagh?"

I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "He just annoys me miss, he takes joy in pissin' me off."

"I understand that but look at this from my point of view; it looks to me like you're a couple, and Dominic is the protective teenage boyfriend or possibly the abusive teenage boyfriend. He comes into school more days than I can count with new bruises and lately, so have you."

"I can't comment on why he's busted up all the time because I don't know anythin' about why he comes into school like that, but you couldn't be more wrong about thinkin' he is me fella, miss," I stated.

She blew out a breath in relief. "So he hasn't done anythin' to you that you might be afraid to tell someone?"

Where was she going with this?

"Like what?" I asked, curiously.

She lowered her voice. "He hasn't touched you sexually without your permission or anything of that nature, has he?"

I flushed red, she was asking if Dominic had raped me? Holy shite, how the hell did Dominic fightin' with Jason and then Gavin over me come to this type of questioning?

"No, miss, he hasn't done anythin' like that at all," I stated, clearly.

I might hate the lad, but I wasn't about to say he raped me when he didn't.

Miss McKesson visibly relaxed. "Good, that is very good. I'm sorry if I have upset you by askin' these questions, I just needed to make sure that you're okay and that the arguments and fights involvin' Dominic aren't anythin' beyond your control."

I didn't think I could ever handle, or control, Dominic or any situation we were in.

"Don't be worryin', I've got everythin' under control, Miss," I lied, smiling.

She nodded to me. "Good woman yourself, go on and get going before it gets dark out."

I nodded. "See you Monday, miss."

She gave me a wave as I left her classroom and walked down the now empty school hallways. School ended twenty minutes ago and even though it was only 4:20 p.m. the sun had already set and the skies were growing darker by the minute, which wasn't surprising since it was already nearing mid-November.

I shook my head a little; I couldn't believe it was only coming close to mid-November, it felt like a lifetime since Dominic came into my life and turned it upside down instead of only ten weeks.

It was crazy to think about.

The first thing that hit me as I exited the school and began my walk home was the cold, the second thing was a fist when someone stepped out from behind a pillar that led into a housing estate I had to pass by to get home.

I screeched as I fell back to the ground and then whimpered as the items in my bag dug into my back when it made contact with the ground. I felt pain in my face then; my right cheek had just fully healed up from when Dominic hit me in the face a couple of weeks ago, and I could already tell a new bruise would form and cover the old one up.

"Did you really think I wouldn't do somethin' to you after all the trouble you have caused between Dominic and Jason over the last few weeks, bitch?"

I winced as I pushed myself up to my feet and looked towards Micah, behind her stood two of her friends watching us with amusement.

"That wasn't me f-fault Micah, I don't know why Dominic did what he did, I swear," I said to her as I held my now throbbing cheek.

Micah rolled her eyes. "Because he is your fella and since I can't hit him for hurtin' my fella, I'm hurtin' you instead."

"Dominic isn't me fella, Micah, I swear-" she cut me off by jumping at me, knocking me back to the ground.

I could do little more than cover my face with my arms while she pulled at my hair and punched at any visible bit of skin she could make contact with. I screamed when she stood up off me and kicked me directly in the stomach; it made me dry heave with the force of it.

"Don't look at Jason or even in his direction again because if you do, and it pisses of Dominic and results in Jason gettin' hurt again, I'll kill you. Understand, fatso?" she asked and kicked me again.

"Yeah," I rasped.

"Good." She spat on me then turned and walked off with her friends.

I lay on the ground for a few moments, until the cold got to me and forced me to move. I hissed and winced as I got to my feet, it was darker out now, and there wasn't a soul out on the street which wasn't surprising.

I coughed and the action caused my stomach to erupt in pain, I felt like crying but didn't incase Micah was somewhere near and could see or hear me. She beat me up with ease, but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing or hearing me cry.

I didn't know what hurt more, my stomach, my face, or my head. I settled on my nose hurting the most when a trickle of blood seeped from my nostril, slid down over my lips and chin, where it dripped down onto my school uniform jumper. I didn't even bother to wipe it away because I was sure it would stop eventually. I slowly made my way home and as soon as I got inside, I headed to the bathroom, drew a bath, stripped down and sunk into it.

I didn't cry until a minute and a half into my bath, and I didn't stop until I got out. I dried myself then and carefully used a dry wash cloth to pat my face dry, my nose was now blood free and just red and a little swollen, my right cheek was a bit swollen, and so was my jaw. I could already see the bruise that was beginning to form around my jaw, but none around my eye which gave me hope that it wouldn't bruise again.

After I left the bathroom, I went into my room and changed into some pyjama trousers, a tank top, and a blue hoodie that used to be owned by my dad. I carefully brushed out my hair, because it was tender as hell from Micah pulling on it. When I was done, I did a very loose plait in my hair and flung it over my shoulders then headed downstairs for some food. Lots and lots of food.

I heard the hall door open as I poured some custard and whipped cream over my giant bowl of ice-cream. I heard the hall door close, keys being put on the key hook on the hall wall then footsteps into the kitchen.

"Hey, hun, how was your first day back - omigod!"

I winced when I turned; Branna's screams could be pretty loud.

"I'm goin' to find out where he lives and fuckin' kill him!" Branna screamed then turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

Him?

What the hell?

"Branna, a girl did this, not a lad," I shouted after her.

Her steps paused then pattered back into the kitchen.

"That Dominic kid didn't do that or cause it?" she asked, boring her eyes into mine to see if I was lying.

She thought Dominic did this to me or was the cause of it? Not surprising since the only times I ever had bruises or got into trouble, he was usually involved.

"No, I haven't seen or spoken to him since I was suspended two weeks ago," I assured her.

She eyed me for a moment. "Who did this then? Give me names and I'll fix it."

My God, she was acting like a hit man… or woman.

"I don't know who she was but I think she thought I was someone else. She called me Sarah and told me to stay away from her fella," I lied and felt horrible about it.

I couldn't tell her it was Micah because Branna would find her and do damage to Micah's face like she did to mine, and I couldn't let that happen. She was a medical student studying to be a midwife, and I doubted she would be hired anywhere if she had a rap sheet for assaulting a minor, since Micah was only seventeen.

Branna frowned at me but continued to stare at me for signs of lies. I was usually a terrible liar, but the fact that I had to lie to keep her from potentially destroying her career made me hold a steady face.

"Oh hun, that is horrible luck. It's the last thing you need after that stupid suspension and especially after the black eye you got off that Dominic kid."

I wanted to fall to the floor in relief but I didn't, I forced myself to snort. "Tell me about it."

I starting chuckling but winced over my side and gripped it.

"Show me," Branna ordered.

I lifted my hoodie and tank top upwards.

"Omigod, your stomach is black and blue!"

I looked down and groaned, Branna was right. My left side was bruised from my lower ribs to my hip bone. It looked like Micah's kickboxing classes pay off, because she did substantial damage to me in only a matter of seconds.

"I took a bath, it helped with the pain, but to make me feel even better I'm eatin' this," I said and gestured to my large serving of ice-cream, custard, and whipped cream.

Branna chuckled and shook her head. "Thank God you pick out the low fat on everything we buy. You'd be as big a house if you keep up this comfort eatin' thing you've got goin'."

I rolled my eyes. "I haven't even gained weight so clearly me comfort eatin' isn't bad."

Branna snorted. "Give it a while hun, your jeans will suddenly feel a bit too tight and then, after that, all hell breaks loose."

I shook my head and lifted up my bowl. "If you need me, I'll be eatin' my feelin's in my room while watchin' Dear John."

"Awe hun," Branna frowned and lightly chuckled.

She felt sorry for me and watched me exit the kitchen.

I headed up to my room, settled into my bed, turned on my television, and dug into my food. I snorted at Branna's logic; there was nothing wrong with comfort eating, so what if I gained some weight? Honestly, who gave a fuck?

Nope, not me. I'd rather deal with my worries by comfort eating and have some extra pounds than sit around afraid that Micah might beat me up again or what would happen when I saw Dominic again.

I groaned at the thought of him and all the trouble he had caused me in the short time I've known him. I shook my head, one bowl of ice-cream was nowhere near enough to deal with this bullshit.

8

"I can't believe we're this high up the mountains," I growled to Branna and quickly glanced around my surroundings.

I was mad that she brought me up here but when I caught sight of the view overlooking Dublin at night I was shocked I hadn't come up here before just to look at it. All the lights and patches of darkness from the fields were just stunning.

Branna rolled her eyes when I looked back at her. "We're ten minutes from the house. We live on the bottom of the mountain so what's the big deal about bein' higher up on it?" Branna asked.

I shrugged. "You said we were goin' clubbin' so I figured we would go to Temple Bar, Sin nightclub in town, or even The Playhouse down the Tallaght Bypass but not up the fuckin' mountains!" I snapped lowly and rubbed my bare arms to generate some heat.

Branna rolled her eyes at me again. "This place is exclusive; it's based up here because a lot of people with money come here who don't want to venture near town or anywhere like that."

I shook my head at her.

"You know, Branna, a normal older sister would take their little sister out for dinner or order takeaway or even go to the cinema when tryin' to make her feel better about gettin' jumped on. They don't bring said little sister to an underground night club," I hissed as we stood in a queue waiting to be assessed by the bouncers of Darkness, an underground nightclub that was apparently very exclusive after seeing the amount of people that had been turned away since Branna and I got into the queue.

Branna shushed me as she kept looking ahead.

"I don't have any form of identification yet though. I just turned eighteen for f*ck sakes, Branna, they won't let me in," I whispered in her ear as we moved forward in the queue.

I was starting to sweat; I didn't want to be embarrassed by being turned down entry into the club. Branna brought me here to get me out of a funk I was in since Micah attacked me a week ago but embarrassing me wasn't going to help me in anyway.

"Close your mouth before I put me fist in it!" Branna snapped in a very low tone that honestly scared the crap out of me.

"Okay," I murmured and looked down.

I felt like I was being chastised by my parents. I mentally snorted at that, then gasped when Branna's hand pressed against the small of my back and urged me forward. I looked at Branna then looked forward; we were next, and the bouncers were waiting for us to approach.

"Branna, sweetheart," beamed a tall bouncer, with zero hair and a large black spiral tattoo circling his right cheek and down his neck, disappearing under his shirt.

I was horrified. Branna had been here before; I knew that because she told me when I asked about how she knew about the club that I'd never heard of, but what's worse was that this obvious criminal knew her by the excited way he addressed her.

"He looks like a serial killer, I'm fuckin' out!" I hissed to Branna and was about to move out of line only for her to hold me in place by moving her hand from my back to my hip, keeping me next to her. I winced a little because her hand was directly on my bruise, but I stayed put despite the pain.

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